His eyes were too dark, black with anger, anger that was directed completely at me, sending shivers of terror down my spine.
I’ve done my own mate wrong, and I hate myself for it every day, and I hate the fates that tied him to me, for he doesn’t deserve me, he deserves way, way much better than me and what I’ve done to him. And he deserves much more than I could ever offer him.
I love him, true, but my love is what brought his suffering, it what brought upon him pain he should never have to experience.
I looked him in the eyes, willing him to see that I love him despite all my wrong doings, despite all the promises I’ve broken. Holding back my tears to show I’m strong enough for this and I want to be with him and overcome every obstacle in our way, when all I want is to cower under his icy gaze.
He started walking toward me, taking long strides until we were so close we almost touched. I looked up to face him, my tears on the verge of falling, but my pride refusing to let them off.
I wanted to explain, but in the state he’s in there is no way he would listen or understand, his wolf was in control. My hand rose up to reach his face, I could feel it shaking, but I still held my ground.
I touched his cheek, and I could feel him tensing, then his own hand reached up to touch my cheek, I felt wetness where he touched, only then realizing that I had been crying, that I could no longer hold off my tears. “I’m sorry…” my voice broke with this plea. And with my plea all his anger was gone, his eyes returned to their normal charming blue, only this blue held so much pain in them that my legs gave out under their intensity and I fell to the ground.
