BLACK

(44) Grave

Huge shoutout to @Theblondebombshell11 for remembering all 7 names of the mates! That's some really good memory, especially since Zaccai was only mentioned once 😅

EDITED

The rest of the conversation went along the lines of, "And that's supposed to make me feel better?"

Baffled by his tone, I was at a loss for words. They kept rising up in my throat only to blubber away with gasps for air. Both of our eyes were clouded and angry, but I was on the burning end of our match. He was angry at me, and his emotions cradled me until I was immobile.

"Get back in your seat," Oren grits out, still avoiding any contact with my skin. "And drive to your parents place."

My lips remained parted, staring at him in shock. I give him the best possible outcome I can, and he has the audacity to treat me like some regular pack member? When I don't move, his eyes refocus on mine with an incline in his eyebrows as if telling me to hurry up. My hands itch to smack him, but instead that burning anger of his swaddles my own and drowns me.

"Oren," My throat grates his name like ginger. I move my hands to hold his face, but he jerks back as if revolted by me. Darts shoot straight into my heart at his rejection, but I keep forcing my fingers closer to his face, reeling him in like a stubborn stallion. Whispering, "Oren, please."

For the slightest second, his smooth cheek applies pressure in my palm before he holds his head up himself again. At his tone, my fingers are too nervous to approach again. "Please what, Noire?" My chest, like a plate, dents in the middle until it is cracking and crumbling down my body. More tears brim my eyelids. "Please let me disrespect you? Please let me put myself in constant danger? Please let me act like a child? Please fucking what!?"

My head shook. His hot breathing continues to fog up the windows. "You're not the killer," My hands touch his smooth face again. "You didn't kill my mates, you didn't push me down those stairs. I believe you."

Did I?

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to come to terms with the fact that you left me, that you chose him over me? That you didn't think I was good enough for you after everything?" Oren pushes against the headrest as far back as he can. "I know you can't control it. But how would you feel if I left you behind your back for another woman?" Just as Oren pokes at my chest, my heart literally breaks inside of my body at the thought. "That feeling right there, is exactly what I'm feeling over and over again."

I want to be angry. I want to raise my own voice and yell at him time over, but anger had never gotten me anywhere in the past. It only dug my grave deeper. Instead, Oren seemed to of taken and hoarded all of my anger, so that I was only left with the blue feelings.

"It's not like that," Words are barreling against each other in my brain, I don't know what I say or what I think, in fact I can barely remember the words that do come out as my ears burn with emotion. "I saw my baby, I saw my little baby. I just wanted to see him, and I didn't know how you would feel about that."

Oren sighs as he closes his eyes, holding that position for several seconds. Tears spill over my lids and trail down my cheeks, leaving them in a blemished condition.

He reaches for my face, his only response our entire time in the car before he ruins it. "Drive." His hands leave my face.

His disregard for me hurts. I break internally for him, until the thought shoots me. Am I really in the wrong? "Oren—"

"We're going back to my pack."

The heartbeat of a puppy strikes life in my deformed chest. My eyes match in width to my mouth. "W-when?"