Blue Bloods

Chapter 4

The morning I woke up, I wasn’t alone. Carsten sat, with his back to me, on the edge of the bed. It looked like he was busy lacing his shoes. I looked at him, as I slowly sat up. My body fighting the movement and pleading to just keep still.

How grateful was I of him saving me!  The mere thought of sinking into dark frozen water, had me shivering once again. I pulled the blankets up to my neck. The chilly feeling quickly went away when he turned around. His eyes were confused and soft and it looked like he needed sleep. Did I keep him up last night? His emotions turned cold as quick as he avoided me once again.

“Why did you run?” He asked and turned around, sitting with his front facing me. His deep brown eyes were more shallow than yesterday’s water, his hair was styled to the side and his jaw was sharper than a blade. It weakened my will to touch him.

Last night meant nothing whatsoever. He only saved me to burry me in more misery. The way he comforted me last night... I thought that maybe he would change, that there was warmth in his heart – it was what my heart wanted.

“I didn’t run. I was looking for you.” I spoke the truth. The feeling of nausea swept over me as I thought that this would be our longest conversation. Would fights be the only form of communication in this relationship? I wanted more. I desired my mate, not someone who scolds me and treats me as a child.

I stood up, grabbed some clothes, a denim and a thick cotton long shirt. I wasn’t getting cold today. I also took some boots from the closet.

“You are not allowed to go out, without my permission.”

Slowly, I turned around. Did this senseless man just told me that I had to ask his permission to leave this house? He just dug a hole so deep, no rescue mission would save him. The rebel within me, awoken. The true Clover broke from her chains. If he wants war, he shall get it.

“That is not fair! Who do you think you are? My dad? I suggest you get some cuffs, cause I am not staying in here like a caged animal!” My face felt red with fury. My wolf cowered. It was the first time I have yelled at my mate. If this is how our relationship will be, I am sunk in an eternity of torment.

“This is fair! At least I am not cuffing you and limiting more of your movement! I am done talking about this!” He said, closing the conversation – again! Tears threatened to escape, my wolf was sad. At the moment, I really wanted to run away from him.

He left the room.

How dare he walk out like that without both agreeing to finish our outbursts? This is a one way relationship. If he is going to do all the talking, he might as well do all the loving as well! There is no way he is sleeping in here tonight. Cold or not! Go snuggle with some hibernating bear or other animal that lives in this snowy mountains.

I reached the kitchen. He was making eggs and bacon and along with the fire the aroma’s filled the whole open planned kitchen and living room. I was hungry, but I didn’t want his food. What if he threw in some drug that forced me to obey him and sing a long to every command and instruction he gives?

As spiteful as I was, I went to the kitchen, grabbed a bowl and poured some cereal inside. I took a juice carton from the fridge and happily went to the comfy couch. I spread my legs over all three seats of the couch and ate my cereal in earned sweet peace.

I was almost done when he walked over with his plate. In one hand he carried his plate and with the other swept up my legs and laid it on his lap. I groaned as he smirked at me, satisfied with the bit of revenge he obtained. As well as the sparkling effect it had on both of us.

I sat quietly as I planned my next conspiracy.

He placed the plate on my shins and ate his delicious looking food. Am I a tray now? The bacon was soft in the centre, crispy on the outside. The aroma of it still lurked in the air as my tummy wanted a taste. His eggs were hard, but still soft to the touch. Exactly the way I always eat it.