Embrace The Alpha's Mark (Under Major Construction)

Chapter Twelve-You Damn Bastard

Chapter Twelve-You Damn Bastard

I sat in the field, the one that my parents had once enjoyed playing in while they were still alive.

"Can you see her? Do you know if she's ok?" I asked them about Abby as I looked up at the sky.

I laid back, sprawled in the brown, dried up grass. It was itchy but I didn't really notice since my body was partially numb.

I had no one to talk to so all I could do was wallow in my own pain. Everyone's left me.

"When will this be over?" I whispered, rubbing a piece of grass between my fingers.

"When will this be over?" I repeated and turned m head away from the sky.

I was looking in at the woods now. The leaves were slowly falling off the trees, winter moving in on our town.

Bitter and cold. Just how I feel inside.

I sighed heavily and ripped a handful of dead grass out of the ground.

"When will it be over!" I screamed and threw the grass out of my hand and the light wind carried the pieces away.

I tore up more grass, blind with anger and pain. I couldn't deal with this anymore. I'd come out here because I couldn't take the noise of my mate, Te Alpha, with some other girl. I take that back, my wolf couldn't take the noise of her mate being with another girl.

"This is life that I don't need. I could die and it wouldn't affect anyone. The Alpha would find someone else to do his dirty work, the pack would exclude them from any activity, and he' break them just like he broke me.

But I'm not broken anymore. That girl died long ago, he killed her. In her place is a girl who wants to make the Alpha suffer for what he's to her and every other person he made her kill. Her souls cries for revenge and I will make that happen.

I sighed again before rolling over, my face planted in the itchy grass.

I blew out a puff of air and stretched out.

I felt like relaxing.

My thoughts unconsciously wandered to the Alpha and fantasies flew around before I could stop them.

What if he were a regular Alpha? What if he hadn't made me kill anyone as I found out he was my mate? Would I still have rejected him?

I run my hand back and forth over the roughness of the grass as I watched m hand. My cheek rested on the ground.

"If I'd just been raised in a different pack and had a different mate. Maybe things would have been easier that way. Maybe I'd still have Abby and my parents." I tell myself.

"You know I can't resist you." His voice travels through the air but I don't move, I act like I didn't hear him.

I hear shuffling and I realize that he's sat down.

"Go away." I mumble, still running my hand over the ground.

"I can't. I can't be away from you anymore." He replied and I snorted.

"You can handle being away from me enough to screw around with some other girl." I retorted.

"I'm waiting for you." He made an excuse.

"Waiting for me? To do what? I don't want to ever be involved in relationship with you." I spoke harshly.

"You'll come around, I know you will." He answered before getting up and walking away.

"I'll never "come around", not after what you did you damn bastard!" I yelled at him, shooting up to a standing position.

He never turned around but I could see a stupid little smirk on his face. I knew that'd be his reaction.