Alpha's Mate (boyxboy) ✔

Sickness

I woke up with the feeling of nausea in my throat. At first, it was maybe because I didn't eat anything at all since last few nights, and so I just tried to forget it. I curled up in a ball--trembling in cold--as I'd forced my thought to think about something else just so that I would forget the need to run up to the toilet and puke. 

Yet, the harder I'd tried to forget it, the stronger the feeling gets. 

I ran my fingertips tentatively all across my skin to touch the wounds Kyle had left on me yesterday. Sure, they were still aching and throbbing painfully. Pressing my eyes shut, I poked on one of them--a sharp hiss escaped from my lips--as a lone tear of agony felt across my cheek. I repeated the action again and again, again and again, until my mind was finally occupied only with the thought of pain. Plus, the only reason why I didn't want to just go out of this room was, it's the fact that I'd never want to meet Kyle yet at this moment...

For a second, the nausea feeling had gradually subsided. I breathed out heavily as I curled up more into a ball. At this moment, I just wanted to sleep my tiredness away. But, unfortunately, seconds before I lost in my dream, the nausea feeling was back. Just this time, it got far more worst. Covering my mouth with the back of my hand, I harshly drew the door open, but even before I could made my way towards the toilet, Kyle saw me, and he immediately pulled me back by my elbow. 

"We need to talk about something..." I heard he said. "...there is a famil--".

"Can we talk later?" I rushed, raising my palm to stop him from talking. 

"Huh?".

I shook my head desperately as I quickly turned to walk away. But he pulled me again. 

"Let me go!".

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! I just want to talk..." he answered--dark brows tightened as he pushed my head roughly. Upon the act, there was a desperate need for me to push him back just so that he would leave me alone. I had more important stuff to handle here other than talking and looking at him. "...you're getting more and more annoying".

"Shut up..." I breathed out. In my stomach, it felt like the intestines inside had been twisted, and my head was dizzy. I didn't know what happened to me. I inhaled deeply, otherwise, I would vomit my stomach acid into Kyle's face right then. Of course, I didn't want that to happen, though, I actually wanted to do it. "...give me a second..." I said. I covered my mouth, and I was silent for a while, but the way Kyle kept sighing and growling at me somehow made me a little bit irritated. "...could you please shut up..." I hissed. 

He rolled his eyes away. 

"I don't care".

I pressed my lips into a thin line. 

"Then let me go..." I said harshly, jerking my arm away from his tight grip. 

"Not until I'm finally done talking to--".

"Then be quick!" I shouted at the top of my lung. At that moment, I felt like I wanted to collapse. I breathed and breathed, but the throbbing pain in both of my head and stomach made me wanted to just kept scream in agony. Pushing Kyle away, I then ran away, approaching the toilet and immediately puked. In the background, I heard his footsteps running after me, and when I felt his hand tightly gripped at the back of my neck--I cried. 

"Man, you're sure have the nerve..." he huffed as he slapped my cheek harshly. Whimpering in his touch, I tried to peel his fingers away from my neck. But instead of letting me go, he shook me, tightening his grip and making felt dizzier than I already was as he knocked the top of my head with his knuckle. 

"Kyle, let me go, I'm sick!".

"Yeah, so what?" he said, yet, in contrary to his words, he's letting me go nonetheless. I crawled back towards the toilet like a stray dog when the nausea feeling came back hitting my whole system. I pushed my fingers down into my throat, desperate to vomit everything out just to make the nausea feeling subsided. "...stupid cunt..." I heard Kyle muttered. 

My body was trembling. I pulled my hairs back as drops of sweat felt across my forehead. My skin felt cold, and when I turned my hands over, I almost gasped when I saw how pale my fingers were. 

"...my mom will hold a family's gathering tonight..."Kyle started as I stared down at my shaking hands. My breath was rough and ragged--making it's hard for me to properly functional. I didn't have any clue what had happened to me though, and it's making me scared. "...just make sure you're nicely done. Wear something proper and decent. Don't talk to anybody unless I said so. Understood?" he added firmly. "...I don't want you to embarrass me in front of my whole family".

So, he's scared that I would embarrass him in front of his family...surely enough, being mated to a small, pathetic loser like me was already an embarrassment. So, why don't I just skip the ceremony altogether? Plus, I am sick. The only thing I ever wanted to do was sleeping and rest. Of course, meeting his parents and family would be nice, but I'm not in the mood to do that right now. 

"Can I just skip it then?" I mumbled. I gripped at the brim of the toilet seat when suddenly, a rush of nausea hitting me again. I puked, and when did Kyle stood behind me with an angry expression spread across his face was something I didn't acknowledge at all. I was too lost in my own world anyway, sick, scared... 

"Don't make me hit you again, Cole..." he said through gritted teeth. His breath was heavy, and the thick scent of his cologne only made my nausea getting stronger than ever. I puked again, for a countless times, as Kyle watched me nonchalantly underneath his lashes. "...you have to attend, no matter what..." he added. 

I sighed heavily. 

"Just give me some space to relax, please..." I replied with shaky voice. "...just for a minute".

"It's not any of my problem".

And I rolled my eyes at that one. He was selfish, arrogant and only think about himself. And for a second, I was mad. True, maybe to others, Kyle was their life-saver. He's kind, dedicated to his task as the Alpha, strict and all--making him the best leader out there. But, one thing they didn't know was, it's the fact that Kyle had never been a good mate. He was a great and perfect definition of asshole, a sick fuck to be exact, and the thought of the way he didn't even seem to care about my condition right now made me felt like wanted to just go home and cried in the arms of my mother's. 

"Then please go..." I whispered, thick, fat tears felt across my cheeks. "...I don't need you here".

And he did, just like that.