Alpha's Mate (on hold)

Chapter 16: memories

Once we got to Ace's house, we went straight his room. I wandered around but then ended up sitting on his bed.

"Can I at least clean your cuts?", Ace asked. "I guess, but can I......um borrow a shirt?", I asked awkwardly.

"Yeah", he answered happily. He gathered some stuff like cotton balls, bandages, and rubbing alcohol.

I lifted my shirt again and laid down on Ace's bed, while propping up my head with my hand. Ace sat on a chair in front of me.

"Shit", I whispered through gritted teeth. This stuff hurts. "Stay still!", Ace yelled. After a couple minutes I kept squirming because of the pain and Ace was getting annoyed by it. To be honest it was kinda funny.

"What did I say", Ace said like as if he was talking to a child. "It hurts, God damn it", I yelled. He only cleaned 2 out of 15 cuts. Man, I'm a baby.

"Ok you asked for this", he said with an amused tone. Before I could question him, he was sitting on me while pining my hands above my head.

"Ahhh it hurts!", I screamed as I kicked and squirmed. "Relax you big baby, I'm done", he replied and got off me.

"Here", he said while tossing me a white t-shirt. "Where can I change?", I asked nervously. "Just do it right where you're at, I have to put a bandage around you anyways.

"Um...... Ok", I mumbled. As I took off my shirt I turned around and caught Ace role his eyes at me.

Before I could put the shirt on, I felt finger touch my back. Ace was tracing my scars with his fingers. I stiffened. "What are these, did you do this too", he asked slowly with a hint of anger in his voice.

"No, when I was younger, Jake and his rouge pack, invaded my territory. He killed my parents and kidnapped me. I was beat every day until Sam found me. At the time he was just a rouge but I made him second in command", I explained.

"Oh", was all he said before wrapping my waist in bandages. When I finally put my t-shirt on, Ace seemed to be in deep thought, sitting on his bed. "Don't ever do this again, I don't think I will be able to control my wolf next time", he said.

I walked over to him. "I know. You ok?", I asked softly. "I wasn't there for you?", he said.

I didn't say anything. While I was standing in front of him he leaned on me. "What can I do to make up for it", Ace asked.

"Nothing, just be there for me next time and be my mate because I'm so sorry that I never gave you a real chance", I pleaded.

"Ok", was all he said before pulling me onto the bed with him. "Will you stay with me for a little bit", ace asked while cuddling up to me.

"Of course, we're mates", I said softly.

(A couple hours later)

It was late at night so I decided to stay here. Ace had let me borrow a pair of basketball shorts for pajamas. I was laying down with Ace, talking.

My head and arm was on his chest and his arm was around me, tracing my scars through my shirt.

"Why do you like to trace my scar", I asked. "It reminds me to protect you all the time", he said softly.

"Oh, usually I hate when people touch it but for some reason not for you", I replied. "What do you mean when people touch it?", ace asked possessivly.

He wrapped his arm around me and growled the word mine, which sent shivers down my spine.

I could tell he was getting angry. Ace pulled me closer to him and rested his head at the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent.

With one hand wrapped around me the other went under my shirt to trace the scars on my back again. I found it soothing.

We stayed like that for a while before I fell asleep. Next thing I know, I'm screaming and my scars feel like they're being cut open again.