Angel

Chapter 13

I know it's been a while but I just went through this really bad stage of my life and couldn't bring myself to write anything properly. But I'm back!
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I've been here for four days already; I think, I'm not sure. It gets difficult to think when he's around, the rogue I mean; he dominates my entire thought process. On top of that he can read my thoughts if I don't block him properly. Which I forget to do whenever he looks me in the eye, or touches me, or speaks, moves, or blinks. Basically if he does anything near me my entire thought process goes to him and my mental barriers hit the floor.

I look around the room that I'm currently sitting in. Turns out where he lives is a small cabin; I'm still not sure exactly where we are though.

The couch I'm sitting on is made of a black leather, it's a little older but still in pretty good condition. There's a coffee table in front of me made of a dark wood, with a glass center; its really nothing special; there's a brick fireplace only about 4 feet long, but it reaches up towards the ceiling and has an older, more classic look to it.

There are two windows to my left, both are about 2 by 3, 2 feet apart and look over a field covered in flawless green grass with a wide array of flowers.

When the wind blows all of the flowers in the field move, making it look like a living river of color, all of the flowers moving in perfect harmony. Nothing I've ever seen before compares with the view of this field.

To the left of the windows, and a little ways behind the couch is the front door; it's just a simple wooden door with a brass door knob. It leads out onto the porch, and it's got just enough room for the small table and the two chairs that were placed on it.

To my right is just a wall, you turn left and it leads to the hallway that has all of the bedroom doors in it. Directly behind the couch is the breakfast bar, and even further back is the kitchen, it's got granite-like counters and dark red cabinets, the fridge is a fancy looking double-door, colored silver, and the sink is stainless steel, the oven is also stainless steel, and a few feet to the left is the sink. There is no dishwasher, and there is a skylight in the middle of the kitchen ceiling that's just big enough to let in a decent amount of natural light into the house.

"What are you thinking about?" Someone's arms wrap around my neck, hanging loosely over my chest and stomach. Sparks shoot through my body and a shiver rushes down my back like lightning.

"What the-" I stand up and whip around.

He hangs his head, is he upset? No, maybe angry? I'm not too sure.

He rolls his shoulders, the muscles in his back flexing anf becoming tense before relaxing; he picks his head back up slowly.

"Why won't you let me touch you?" He questions, he looks sad.

"We've been over this-" I begin, "I already have a mate, you know that; so just stop." He growls and I inwardly groan.

"He is not your mate. He just responded to your presence as a very powerful alpha female, and reacted accordingly. Nothing more." His knuckles are turning white where he's started gripping the back of the couch.

"You.. don't know that." I mumble.

"Really!?" He snarls, "Can he read your mind? Sense your emotions? Can he make your entire core burn with need with just a single word?" His grip on the back of the couch tightens.

"No." I respond after a long moment; I hate that while he's yelling at me I feel this uncontrollable need to kiss him, just to make him feel better.

"Why do you keep denying me? What did I do to deserve a mate who doesn't even want me!?" He yells as he let's go of the back of the couch, turns away from me, and heads towards the front door.

"Its not like that!" I scream at his back.

"Then what is it!?" He's reached the door and has his hand placed on the knob.

"I've been marked by him." I say quietly.

Almost instantly he is standing directly in front of me, tilting my head to the side and exposing the scar that Andrews' teeth had left behind on my neck.

"Did you mark him?" He asks quietly.

"What?" I ask.

"Did. You. Mark. Him?" He can barely growl out the words.

I think, did I mark him? I can't remember if I did or not. I know why I can't remember though, it's because he's staring at me. He's got one hand on my cheek and another hand on my shoulder. It is not in any way a sexual sort of move; however, it's sending sparks through my body and making it difficult for me to think.

"I.. I don't know." I finally respond.

His whole body tenses, his hazel eyes searching mine for any sign that I might be lying to him. He sighs, and shakes his head, turning and walking away again. I'm relieved he's stopped touching me, and yet, I want him back over here, touching me, looking into my eyes, and his teeth to replace the mark that had Andrews teeth had given me.

He freezes. Shit. Can he hear me?  I decide to test the my unanswered question and think of.. things, just to see if he can. Obviously.

I want him to walk back over here, pick me up, slam me against the wall, and kiss me. I can practically see his ears shoot up, but his body stays tense, and unmoving.

There is a problem with this whole situation though, I've been here, 3, 4 days? He's seen me in my underwear and yet, I still don't even know what his name is.

"Tristan." He states out loud. "My name is Tristan, just so you know." He winks and I blush furiously.

"Nice to finally know what your name is." I smile towards him.

"Of course baby." He winks and continues walking away from me.

"Wait! Where are you going?" I take a step forward, before stopping myself.

"For a walk. Would you like to join me? I think we have some things we need to talk about." He smiles gently and holds out his hand to me.

"What am I supposed to wear exactly?" I ask.

He looks down at me, I'm currently wearing someone's baggy sweatshirt, and what I can assume are the rogu-Tristan's sweatpants. I shift awkwardly under his gaze, his hazel eyes scanning my entire body; and for the first time ever, I feel completely insecure, but I'm 100% clothed.

"I'll get you something." He stops at the door, "You look cute by the way." He mutters it under his breath as he opens, and walks out of the front door.

My face turns a crimson red as I register what he said. Cute. He called me cute. I think to myself excitedly.

Jesus Christ. When the hell did I get this way? Every time he comes around I get docile, it's throwing me off.

A prick in the side of my neck makes my hand shoot up to where it stings. I don't feel anything, but, something's wrong, very wrong.

My body feels weird, what is this? I still feel my power. Yet, I feel totally and utterly weak. I fall sideways towards the couch but my arms won't move so I can't catch myself.

I don't know what's happening to me right now. My vision starts going black as the front door is thrown open and someone lets out a terrifying and ferocious growl.

A fight breaks out.

Someone cries out in pain.

Small, sharp pains shoot through every nerve in my body one by one.

No one is touching me.

Finally, everything goes completely dark.
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Alrighty, I know y'all hate me but here's the next update! I threw in some more things out of mere boredom I assure you my children. Anywaysies I hope you guys like the chapter!

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