My Mate From Hell

Chapter 18

I felt the urge to puke. Numbness engulfed my body and I finally keyed in on the only reason Ethan was keeping me around.

"Why did you come get me? Why couldn't you just let me go?" I questioned while trying to calm my raising voice.

When he didn't answer me I start wiggling from his grasp.

"You're my mate."

"Not like it was my fücking choice." I spit. It felt like the very first day again.

Only this time none of his behavior screamed for me to be optimistic.

I wriggled again trying to be put down and finally he got the hint. Placing me down he glanced at me seeming rather annoyed.

"Where are you going?" He asked as I turned and walked away.

He grabbed my arm and turned me away. "I don't need a doctor, and get your filthy blood stained hands off of me now."

He narrowed his eyes. I felt suddenly woozy as he seemed to glance through me.

The intensity of his gaze for a second distracted me of my growing hatred for him.

As I turned I wanted to tell him not to follow, but I assumed he got the hint.

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3rd person pov:

Ethan wrestled with himself, contemplating the ways the situation could have been even slightly different.

What could have been if he just surrendered to her.

He picked up some glass vase that at one point brightened up his mood.

Then he threw it, with all his anger and with all his regrets.

Secretly hoping the vase was the twisted relationship they both landed themselves into, Ethan wished the shattered glass would somehow destroy everything that had recently happened.

A gloom seemed to fall over the house.

He slid down against the wall and just stared at the door ahead.

In a trance he sat there as the minuetes ticked by.

Burning arose in chest again, so he slipped off his shirt and threw it to a heap towards the other end of the hallway.

Ethan may have been cold as ice, but his mate seemed to be the little spark that melted it away. That was until he screwed everything up.

He pulled on his waves and glanced down at his rash over his heart.

Maybe his mate started a fire there, and this was the aftermath.

He thought back to what he did to her. He couldn't help but ask himself why.

As he felt the coldness returning back to his heart he realized he was tired of it being there.

He jumped up and jogged back to her.

He barged into the room searching for her.

As he pressed open the shower door the heat was closing in on him.

The warmth only suffocated him even more.

He stripped down and slipped into the shower with his mate.

She felt his presence behind her.

He turned the heat off and let them soak in the cold water.

Nothing happened.

No touching.

No talking.

Just two mates in the cold, too scared to talk about how they felt.

Too hurt by each others words and actions to even tackle that subject at the moment.

And although they stood in chilling water, Ethan's heart couldn't have been any hotter.