Sweet Afflictions (Bwwm)

Chapter 12: Liar

"So does that mean we can be together exclusively?", I asked.

"No," he said.

"What do you mean I'm your mate," I said.

"You are, but my parents don't think your fit to be the Luna," he said.

"So? Who cares what your parents think," I said.

"I do. If your my Luna then I won't get the alpha position,'' he said.

"So your going to reject me?", I asked hurt.

"God no, Fae. I would just have to take another girl as Luna. It's not like me and the other girl would really be together. It would be me and you," he said.

"No it wouldn't. We would still be hiding our relationship,'' I said.

"I know, but our love is strong enough to deal with that. I mean I need to have someone who is a good representation of a Luna and I also need to have a heir to the alpha position. You can't give me that,'' he said.

"I can change and there's other treatments out there that can help me get pregnant," I said.

"Fae, there's a 1 percent chance you can get pregnant. I doubt that's going to change," Jackson said.

"It can we can try," I said. Jackson sighed.

"I love you Fae. I really do, but it's time to face the facts. Your too young to be the Luna. Your wild, your reckless and you can't have children. What do you have to offer the pack?", Jackson asked.

"Why can't you just love me and accept me for who I am?", I asked as tears pooled out of my eyes.

"I do, but this is business and I'm trying to go with the best business decision," he said.

"You just want to be with someone else. You don't love me, no one does. No one accepts me for who I am and I'm tired of it," I said, crying.

"Baby don't cry," Jackson said as he hugged me to his chest.

"It's true. You don't love me. All I'm good for is a nice fuck right?", I asked as I wiped my tears.

"I have told you what you mean to me already," Jackson said.

"Your actions say otherwise. I love you Jackson I really do, but I'm tired of you hurting me. I'm tired of everyone hurting me," I said. I got up and I went to grab my box.

"What are you doing?", Jackson asked.

I didn't respond to him. I opened my box and took out my blade.

"Fae, no baby. Don't do that," Jackson said as he came closer.

"Stop pretending like you give a fuck about me!", I yelled as I sliced the blade along my wrists. Blood instantly flew down. Jackson tried to get it away from me, but I pushed him away. I kept cutting, going deeper and deeper each time. Blood flew freely down my arm.

I started feeling weaker and I dropped the blade. I felt my body fall down.

"Baby. Why did you do this?", Jackson asked and tears flew down his face. I just closed my eyes.

"No babe. Stay with me," Jackson said. I felt something else pulling me in its direction. I knew it was death and I welcomed it.