Just a heads up that this is a EXTREMELY emotional chapter, self harm is within this chapter so please do not read if you are not comfortable. BUT this is a majorly important chapter within this book.
Carmen's pov
Nixon had not returned yesterday after he disappeared in wolf form, so I continued on with my day willing myself to forget what had happened.
I now lay in bed starring at the ceiling I couldn't find sleep, I wasn't comfortable, I was either to hot or to cold. I hated that he slept with me for one night and now I couldn't drift to dream land without his comforting touch.
Suddenly I heard the soft 'click' of the door being closed followed by deliberate soft foot steps. My mind kicked into overdrive and the possibilities swam through my mind, 'what if someone was robbing us?'
'What if someone was trying to kill me!'
'What if someone was trying to kill Nixon'That thought alone forced me out if bed quietly while I rummaged to my best ability in the room, the footsteps started to grow louder and I could tell they were approaching the stairs
'THANK the moon goddess!" I say to myself as I pull a golf club from the corner of the closet, who knew Nixon golfed? I scolded myself and quietly and quickly opened my door and rushed into the hall, I positioned myself beside the wall of the staircase ready to swing as the intruder came up the stairs. A feminine like scent reached my nose and made me angrier to think it was some whore here to seduce my man.
As the intruder reached the top step, without thinking a let out a battle cry and swung the club towards the outrageously tall murderer. He swung around so fast he had managed to grab the club just before it came in contact with his head.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?" The all to familiar voice of my mate reached my ears and I instantly dropped the club. It was when the scent reached my nose again as he leaned forward to put the club against the wall that set me off. Jealousy burned through my veins and I crossed my arms, I mean sure we aren't exclusive but I assumed he had the decency to stay faithful to his mate. With out thinking the words flew out of my mouth,
"So that's where you were" I snarled "I can smell her all over you, I am a wolf too you know" jealousy was most evident in my tone but the bit of sadness the seeped through made me angry with myself, he looked straight at me with raised eyebrows "and who might that be?" He questioned. I glared harshly at him "that whores sent covers you head to toe" I spat, I guess he didn't want it with me so he relieved himself with some skank.
"I guess you're a whore." My mouth dropped open at his statement "excuse me!? I am not the one sleeping around while my mate is left confused at home!" I yelled. He chuckled which fuelled my anger, he took a step closer "that 'whore' you smell on me is you. That's your scent" he grumbled and I looked at him in shock "from earlier" he muttered sensing my confusion.
"Oh." I said stupidly biting my lip after completely embarrassing myself, he stretched his hand to my face dragging the back of his hand down my cheek softly, my eyes closed on their own accord and my feet moved closer.
"I'm sorry" I whispered before boldly stretching up and planting a soft kiss and his luscious pink lips. He immediately kissed me back but pulled away all to Soon, he glanced down at my neck and cleared his throat "cover those up." He demanded nodding his head in a gesture to the hickeys that lined my neck. What got me was how painful and hard it looked for him to say it. "No." I stated, he looked at me in fake anger "you will" he demanded softly as he placed his finger on the most prominent one, he sighed stepping away and turning to walk down that hall.
Anger, confusion and want built up inside me in a matter of seconds as I yelled down the hall at him, my pent up emotions taking hold of me after these few weeks of feeling not wanted by the person who is supposed to love you no matter what. " what are you scared of!?" He froze in place and looked at me from the end of the hall, the moonlight casting delicate shadows across his face making him all the more temping.
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Mark of bates
Werewolf'Blood stained the coats of the innocent' -Mark of Bates ~ "You don't understand Carmen." He growled angrily and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Please do explain" he sighed "Because of me this mark- the mark you bare here" he softly traced the mark jus...