Adopted By My Step Brothers

Chapter 23: New Eyes

KINGSLEY'S POV

I wanted to feel her skin against mine so badly but I knew not to touch her. I wanted to feel those soft lips against mine and I wanted to taste her tongue but after all I've done I would probably never get a chance to kiss her again.

She goes to the first door she see's which is off the right from the stairs and it is my child hood bedroom. The same room that my mother killed me in by draining my body of it's blood and her disgusting vampire friend bought me back to life. I don't ever go inside of this room because of that very reason, I hated the memory of what my mother did to us but I'm sure if Ariel was clear headed right now she would of thought of  that. I slowly follow her in and close the door behind me. Flash backs of me as a child in my bed screaming flash through my head but I try to focus on my mates face to forget about it.

Ariel is shaking with anger and I can tell she can't wait to scream at me and let it all out. Her eyes are glossy as she folds her arms over her stomach through my long t-shirt that she's wearing. She holds her body firmly as her pink lips part themselves to speak.

"I hate you." Her words held truth, while her eyes pierced into mine. Her foot tapping on the floor is the only thing I can hear besides my heavy breathing. A weird feeling in my chest made it almost hard for me to continue breathing from just that one sentence. I searched her face looking for the love that I always saw there when she looked at me but I couldn't find it. It was gone. Her eyes scan my body and a look of disgust takes over her. "You literally make me sick." My mouth goes dry because I read her mind and she actually meant it. "You are a sorry excuse of whatever kind of mate and man that you think you are." She was right. No man in their right mind would leave the one he loves. No man who claimed to love his mate would keep her in the dark about things that she has proven she was well enough able to understand and comprehend. When Kale and I revealed to her who we really were, we should've told her everything in that same moment. She proved she understood, she proved she wanted this life with us and we denied her that. Most of all she proved that regardless of what kind of supernatural creatures we were, she was willing to be with us anyway with no complaints. That should've been enough for us at that moment but it wasn't. My jaw tenses when she walks closer to me. My inner wolf is scratching to be closer to her. He's aching to touch her again, to kiss her, to hold her. But we know we can't.

"You could've took me with you, you didn't have to leave me, and Kale certainly didn't have to leave either but you did. Now look!" Her eyes scan the room before she looks at me again. I can hear the pain behind every word she says. "Everything's all fucked up." I see she's becoming out of breath. She needed to relax and just breathe. I could feel her frenzied emotions and she wasn't too far from a panic attack. My poor mate was a mess right in front of my eyes and I had no idea how to make it right. She didn't even want me touching her and all I wanted to do was hold her. Make her feel better. "You called Eleanor and told her to bring me here and for what? Look what happened! Grace is downstairs dying!" Her red eyes grow weaker as she yells at me with the bit of strength she had left.

"Ariel." I whisper to attempt to calm her but she flinches at the sound of my voice and closes her eyes. She loved to hear it but she hated that she loved it. She wanted me to stay quiet while she expressed her emotions to me but I just needed her to calm down so nothing bad happened. "Shut up!" She yells back. Her eyes reopen and every time I look at them i feel like sinking into the floor. "I wish you and your brother never came into my life. I would rather be a prisoner at uncle chucks, locked in my bedroom fighting for my life instead of ever seeing your sorry ass face again." Her words split my heart right open and my vision was becoming blurry. "Ariel." I say my mates sweet name again but she still doesn't want to hear me. I want to drop to my knees and beg her to forgive me, beg her to believe that I loved her, but my feet were planted into the floor.