His Mute Mate

ch.10

Edited by sadiaslayzpizzas  :D

Dean

Right when I saw him I knew. When he asked to see me alone I was suspicious but played it off like I was nervous for the cliché talk older brothers give their sisters' boyfriends. But I knew that wasn't it, I could tell, and to say I was shocked was an understatement. How could I not tell with her? Was the mate bond distracting me from sensing it? I hated lying to her when she asked me if I was ok. I know I should've just told her, but how will she react? How will she react when it happens to her? I hear a knock on my door and it opens seconds later revealing my mom. "Hey sweetie are you alright?" she asks quietly. I nod still too focused on my thoughts to form a sentence. "Dean what's bugging you?" she asked again my mom has always been persistent, I think it's what makes her a great Luna but it can be annoying at times like this. "I'm fine, I was just thinking," I say and she frowns disappointed in my answer. "About?" she asks referring to what I'm thinking about. "You know, the pack and stuff. Now that I found my mate things are gonna serious," I say. It's not a lie, I have been thing about that but it's not what's bugging me. "You'll be fine, your dad and I did just fine and I know you and Winter will be amazing as pack leaders," she says putting a hand on my shoulder. I nod, yawning. "You seem tired, have you been sleeping alright?" she asks suddenly worried again. "Yes," I say but what I meant was no, she gives me a look as if to say 'I know you're lying' but lets it slid and walks out of the room.

I lay down and stare at the ceiling like I have been since my mom left 2 hours ago. I don't want to sleep or at least I don't want to dream. Weird, right? Most people like to dream but I don't. Normally, I don't dream, and whenever I do it's a nightmare and I wake up crying. I keep it to myself because I'm supposed to be a strong alpha of one of the strongest packs in the world. Lately, though I have been dreaming, all I dream about is something happening to Winter. Something bad. So I've been doing what any normal person would do and just not sleep. It's kinda easy because I have insomnia so that's a plus. If it's not okay, then well, I don't know, then I'm just trying to look at the bright side of my dark situation. I yawn again and feel my eyes start to slowly shut but I open them wide before they can fully shut. I walk out of my room and into the kitchen over to the coffee maker. "Oh, my old friend," I mutter running my hand over the top of it. Coffee was my best friend when my grandpa died, all I dream about was when he died. I was there and it was the worst thing I've ever seen to this day. I watched as the breath left his lungs and his skin paled. I felt the coldness of his skin as his body went limp. The image of his lifeless face still haunts me sometimes...

Once the coffee is done, I grab a mug and fill it to the brim with the dark caffeinated drink inhaling its bitter scent. I don't add milk, sugar, or even creamer because black coffee works best when I'm trying to stay awake. I sip the warm liquid as I walk back to my room signing in delight as I feel it take effect. The only downside to this is I have more time to think. How am I gonna tell her? There's no easy way to say it but I can't just go out and blurt it out. How will she take it? It's not something easy to hear, I mean it's a life changing thing. What is she gonna do? With all the questions swirling in my mind, I end up with a headache. That's just great, I love headaches. Note the sarcasm. I grip my head in pain as a shooting pain rushes across my forehead from temple to temple. Why does this always happen? Ok, I have a problem with overthinking things but that's good, right? I think of every possibility so I know what could happen. It's a good trait to have right? Please say it is.

I look down at my mug and realize I drank it all already.  Wow, normally it takes me a few minutes to drink a cup of coffee but I just drank that cup in less than 2 minutes. Hopefully, now I'll stay awake because the last thing I want to do is sleep and see the light leave Winter's face again. I sit on my bed and sigh. What am I gonna do? I open my phone to check the time and see that it's midnight. I go over to my gallery and look at all the pictures I have of Winter. She's not looking at the camera in any of them. Winter doesn't like pictures, she says it's because she hates the way she looks but she's beautiful. I don't understand how she doesn't see it but then again with the way she grew up I guess it's normal. My new mission in life is to make her see how beautiful she is.