Chapter Eleven - Anger
One minute we were in a hospital room and then next we were in what looked like a jail cell but was really just a concrete room with one set of doors, no windows.
However what was in this room were four men, three wolves and to my shock one vampire, was Logan crazy? He kept friends with vampires? And brought my mate here, his own sister? I was furious. Ready to attack him but when I tried to shift into my wolf I couldn’t, looking at Logan I realized that this room was spelled. I had heard of packs training you pups who want to only train their wolf…. And in that exact moment I knew what I had to do, what he needed, his only purpose for bringing me here. I saw it coming but I didn’t flinch or raise my hand to defend myself, his fist connected with my jaw and before I could recover he was already landing a second punch.
He was angry, blamed me and had every right; I had let him down, he had begged us to look for her but I, no we, my pack had let him down. I let him hit, kick, stomp on me but something happened because in the 4 maybe five minutes since he threw that first punch he just stopped, fist in the mid-air and Logan let out an inhuman shout, I almost thought he was in pain but that wasn’t it and the pain he was in wasn’t physical that much I could tell. But that changed because he fell to his knees and began punching but not me, he was punching the concrete, his knuckles becoming bloody, I heard a few cracks as he screamed.
I didn’t know this Logan, even when Rainy went missing he wasn’t this bad and immediately my mind went to Rainy. I began shaking my head back and forth assuming the worst, someone must have mind linked him that she died “No, no! She can’t be dead,” I screamed.
“Die?” Logan asked incredulously, “No she didn’t die!”
“I can’t even kick your ass because every hit I gave you she also endured!! You have a split lop and while in surgery she got a split lip.” He said angrily, tears running down his face, not ashamed to have other see that emotion.
“You and that weak ass pack of yours, y-you abandoned her… and for what?” he shouted veins protruding on his forehead.
“No one looked! All of them, not one! Why? And Adina, what the fuck was wrong with her? She saw me flipping out and at four months pregnant almost about to give birth she still couldn’t stay the fuck away!” he shouted, bending over, tears falling and I didn’t know what to do for him.
“What fucking type of parent or pregnant woman that far along jumps into a fight? I. WAS. FIGHTING. YOU!! Rainy, my 11-year-old sister paid for her fucking decision. 10 goddamn years Chris, ten mother fucking years, kidnapped suffering while you were out getting your fucking dick wet. And with who? That selfish bitch Anna, while your mate was suffering, in complete and total misery!!” he spat out at me in between full sobs.
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his forgotten mate
WilkołakiThere were not many things that I knew much about but pain... Pain I knew. I understood it and its various types. Emotional pain as time dragged by, physical pain I felt when my mate had sex with another woman, when different men had come, nightly...