Waking up is a hassle. Everything seems to ache and my head feels like it might explode.
I notice an extra twinge of pain in my ass. It burns as I start to stretch around and I start to panic.
I feel something in my head, it doesn't feel natural.
I'm just about to touch the ache in my neck when I notice the body next to mine, providing a warmth that I never want to leave.
Bits and pieces from the night before start to come to me.
Kissing.
Loving.
Pounding.
It was Graham. He was with me last night. He took my virginity. He took me as his mate, but I haven't mated him. The bond is incomplete.
I'm confused and upset. I can hardly remember and the ache my body is giving me only seems to make it worse.
My tears start to come and that's when Graham wakes up.
He's leaning over me, eyes unfocused and worried for his mate.
I expect to see surprise, disgust even, but not the guilt.
He's out of bed, running away from me.
He acted like he hated me. He acted like he would never accept the love I have for him and he does this? He does this to me when I'm drunk and would never in a million years be able to resist the charm he holds over me?
Pain cuts deep and he's back. I hear the water running in the bathroom.
He tries to take me in his arms and I fight despite the pain that is radiating from down below.
"Don't touch me!"
Pain is in his eyes, but gone in a flash.
Good. Why should he feel pain? I'm the one that got all the wrong ends of things. I'm the one that was taken in more than one way with no way to fight. He said he liked my sister and now he's after me? He makes no sense.
"I drew you a bath. I thought it would help." Head hanging, guilt bleeding out of his pores even without the full bond. I don't need that to see with my own eyes, to smell with my own nose how he feels.
"Don't." I snap at him when he tries to help me out of bed. He can't act like he cares now after the way he's made me feel, the way he's treated me, his supposed best friend.
I make my way, bow legged and flinching as I walk to the bathroom to help myself to the steaming bath.
He hangs in the doorway, not wanting to leave.
"Go away. I want to be alone." I can see the struggle he has with this command, but I also see the war inside himself to care. He wants to help.
"I said to leave!" I'm yelling at him now, sloshing the water as I fall in, submerging myself, cleansing myself of the filth he's made me feel in myself.
"We can't tell anyone."
His parting words stab deep, deeper than any other pain.
I should have known, though, that he would be ashamed of me.
I rest my head against the side of the tub and link my sister.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Bonds
Werewolf(Book3) Talon Blackwood has had feelings for his best friend since before he can remember. He can't stop the staring. He can't help the glances and the slow, easy perusals. He can't change the way he is. In love, in love with his best friend ...
