Unfaithful

Chapter 6: Inner Turmoil

Derek’s POV

“Okay, when do we start,” I hear him say as my eyes lock onto his. Wait. What? He’s accepting the bond? When the fuck did this happen? Where was I? Silence befalls us as the gravity of his words settle in between us. He wants this? Could I have been wrong? Does he actually consider me something more than just an asshole? Suddenly, his previous words echo inside my mind, ‘So, there’s only one “real” option?’ Realization smacks me across the face as I stare into his eyes. Damn it. He’s young, dumb, and full of cum. He doesn’t know what he wants. He just blindly says yes. Impulsive little shit. That’s the type of shit that’s going to get him killed. When will he ever learn? Groaning in frustration, I run my hand through my hair as I figure out what to say.

“Derek,” he asks softly. “Scott, I need you to listen and listen carefully to what I’m about to tell you … without interrupting me. Okay,” I respond back while gathering my thoughts. He nods his head in agreement, silently waiting for me to continue. Well, I’ll be damned. He actually listens to me. Hell is freezing over. “Scott, this decision is not something that you make on a whim. This decision is for life …” Cutting me off, “I know that. I’m not too thrilled about the idea but I’m not stupid.” “No, you’re not stupid,” I sarcastically state. “You just do and say stupid shit,” I scoff at him. A scowl sets on his features as he opens his mouth to respond. “Scott. Don’t,” I warn him. Didn’t I tell him not to interrupt me? Am I not making myself clear? Why does he always feel the need to fuck with me? Anger rises within me. I briefly close my eyes as images of bitch smacking him enter my mind.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I take a deep breath trying to calm myself. “You need to understand. No matter what happens through life, mates are always going to have a connection towards each other. You’ll always feel something towards your other half. It’s inevitable. It’s like the mob, once you’re in, you’re in. There’s no going back on this decision. Not saying that you can’t walk away from your mate but you’ll always feel that pull.” Confusion plays across his features. Opening and closing his mouth, a small chuckle escapes my lips as images of goldfish flashes before my eyes. “Wait. What? I thought once you accept the bond and it grows deeper that there is no walking away from your mate,” he says as confusion seeps through his voice. Do I really need to spell everything out for him? I mean, damn, it feels like I’m talking to a small child. Since, when is he my kid? When did he become my responsibility? “Scott, mates aren’t together because they’re forced to. They’re together because they want to be. It’s a weakness … it’s a vulnerability … a lapse in judgment … but it’s not jail. You can walk away,” I huff out.

Shaking his head, “Then, why did I have this uneasy feeling when I was going to reject you,” he asks. Rolling my eyes, I inhale his scent trying to restrain myself from knocking him out just to stop him from talking. Oh my God. Can he be any more annoying? “Hello? Are you stupid or just plain dumb? Out of all the questions you could ask, you ask me that? Like really? Really Scott? How the fuck am I supposed to know what goes on in that fucked up head of yours? What am I psychic now? Hmm? Answer me Scott,” I yell at him as frustration rises within me. Brown eyes quickly turn into amber as he lunges for me. He slams me against the siding of the house as he fights the urge to shift. “No, you’re not psychic. You’re just a fucking prick, who needs the shit beat out of him,” he snarls into my face. Oh hell the fuck no.

Immediately, a feral growl escapes my throat as my canines extend. Without warning, I violently grab his shoulders as my claws elongate onto his skin. Thrusting his body off the porch, he hits the ground with a loud thud. Quickly, I straddle his hips as my hand wraps around his neck. Blood fills the air as my claws pierce his sensitive skin. “You don’t think. You never think. You just do. This is why this is happening. You expect people to just take your tantrums and do nothing. Well that’s not how life works. How many times do I need to warn you not to FUCK with me,” I snarl out. Whimpers fill the air as fear flashes in his eyes. You’re not getting off that easy. I tighten my grip as my claws sink further into his skin. I’m going to teach him respect. His body writhes underneath me as he gasps for air. Grabbing my hand in a feeble attempt to release my hold, his hips buck underneath me trying to push my weight off. “Derek, please, I’m sorry,” he wheezes out as his lips turn purple. “Not good enough,” I roughly whisper.