But He's The Alpha...

Chapter 6

The next day I woke up sweating. My mate had his arms around me in a tightly manner. His legs were tangled with mine and he had our bodies flush against each other. I tried to get away so I wasn't overheating but he just pulled me even closer.

"Sam. You have to let me go." I mumble into his chest.

"No." He whines. He sounded so broken. My overheating can wait. My mate needs me. "My mom and dad are gone." He says before breaking down into sobs. I allow him to cry on my shoulder. His parents died last night, he should be able to cry whenever he wants.

He cries on my shoulder and I try my best to comfort him. Even though there isn't much one can do when a parent dies let alone both. I sort of know how he feels. My parents died when I was twelve. I never really cried because of how harsh they were to me.

"Nobody needs to know about this." He says once he's done crying. "Breakfast is on it's way. I have paperwork to do." He kisses my cheek before leaving. I frown at his retreating figure. I wish he'd stay with me but he has stuff he has to do. I can't be one of those overly clingy mates. It's truly unfair to be that way. He's his own person but it would be nice to have him here with me.

I turn on the TV and get under the covers to prepare myself for another endless day of movies. Breakfast today was simple pancakes. I sighed. They kind of fit my mood. I feel kind of down and bored. I want my mate to come back. I no longer want to be alone in this room. I hate being alone. I've been alone all my life and now I want my mate.

Around 11 o'clock I fell asleep while watching The Breakfast Club. It's a good movie but I was just bored and tired. My mate shook me awake during the ending credits. I immediately get up and wrap my arms around him. It is so nice to get some social interaction.

"I'm sorry. I've been busy." He frowns at me. I frown. What did I do wrong? "I've been neglecting you as a mate. I should be here with you through every step of the way. I'm so sorry." I shake my head.

"No. Don't say that. You've been a great mate." Any bad mate would have rejected me and continued to abuse me. But he's allowing me to sleep in his bed, eat like a king, enjoy movies. I have freedom.

"I've been ignoring you by doing work." I frown. Was he doing that intentionally? "Yes. I was. I was ignoring you on purpose." My shoulders sag. He didn't want me as a mate. No wonder he never cuddled with me or talked to me. He hated me. "I don't hate you anymore. I love you." Tears start to fall down my cheeks.

"I... I want to be...to be alone." I say as I lay back on the pillow. Just a little less than an hour ago, I wanted nothing more than to have social interaction and now I want to be alone. Women are moody.

"As you wish." My mate whispers. Once he's gone sobs escape me. The only thing I wanted in life was for a mate to love me for who I am but he ignored me on purpose. He did extra work to avoid seeing me. I can't be that bad can I? I loved him for a full week and he hated me. He actually hated me. The one thing in life I had the chance to get, I didn't get. I thought he was just helping out his pack or letting me heal on my own but he was just ignoring me, hating me. I should forgive him for this. I will forgive him for this but for right now, I just want to be alone.

After a little bit of time, I eventually cried myself to sleep. My mate came into the room after I had awoken. It was a little after three. He was trying to be quiet because he probably thought I was sleeping. That's not surprising. I had just woken up not even five minutes ago. I hear him go through a door. I pull the blanket closer to me as I wait for him to come out. He comes out after three minutes. What was he doing in there.

"I know you're awake, Love." I don't move as he comes closer to me. "I'm really sorry for doing what I did. I regret it more than you know. Now I know that I love you. Going a while with ignoring you and...beating you... I realized how much I truly love you. I'm so sorry for everything I've ever done to you. I'm sorry for pushing you off the room when you were seven-" I flinch as I recall that day. That was one of the worst days of my life.