Can He Be Tamed?

Chapter 4- Unedited

I went upstairs to my room and flipped the light on, I froze.

Someone had been here, recently, I breathed in and my breath caught in my throat at the scent. Aaron walked in behind me and froze. I breathed in again savoring his intoxicating scent.

“Why does it smell like an alpha in here?” he asked, looking around the room.

“Tyse was here” I told him. He went and shut my window and locked it.

“Do you want to sleep downstairs?” Aaron asked me, I remembered the pain that flashed through his eyes when I had rejected him, I heard his voice again telling me he would see me soon.

“MJ?” he said trying to get my attention, I tried to swallow but I couldn’t. My stomach flipped, I made my way to the bathroom and threw up. I laid on the floor putting my hands over my face. I still saw his face on the backs of my eyelids.

The way he looked at me, in awe, in shock. At least it wasn’t hatred and anger. And then a question came to my mind that made me sit back up and throw up again. Why had I rejected him?

Because he was cold-hearted. But I was his mate, could he not love me like he was made to? Could he be cold-hearted enough to not love his own mate? Or would I have been an exception? He didn’t reject me when he first saw me, he had two chances to reject me and he didn’t.

I had rejected him. I would never know if I had made a mistake or not. I threw up again and laid back down on the cold tile, letting the coldness seep through me, chilling me to the bone.

How could I reject the one thing I was made to love? The one person that was made for me, and I rejected him. I felt like the breath had been knocked out of me, like someone had punched me in the stomach. The pain in my chest became excruciating.

Did I want to give him a chance? Would he give me a chance? My head spun with questions. I got on my knees and threw up a few more times, until I had nothing left to throw up. I leaned over resting my head on my arms, and my arms on the floor. The pain was unbearable I felt tears sting my eyes.

“Are you alright?” Aaron asked.

“Yeah” I answered weakly, not picking me head up.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked me.

“No” I replied.

“are you sure?” he asked sitting down on the floor and leaning against the cabinets.

“No” I answered. My mouth tasted horrible, but I didn’t want to get up, I was afraid if I got up I would just fall back on the floor and break in two. The hole in chest felt raw and like someone was repeatedly stabbing me and then dousing me in acid and then ripping me into pieces and lighting me on fire.

I was trembling eventually the tears started falling.

“Come on MJ, come sleep it off” he told me.

“I can't sleep” I told him my voice cracking.

“Have you tried?” he asked me softly rubbing my back. His touch felt cold and wrong, I knew he was just comforting me but I didn’t like it.

“Yes” I answered, my voice was hoarse, I sounded weak and vulnerable.

“Come on at least try” he said rubbing slow circles on my back.

“Where’s the badass tough little fighter I know?” he asked, I sat up wiping the tears away, trying to ignore the searing pain in my chest.

“I'm not little” I said.