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Chapter ∫3 DeaDness

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Kristoffs POV

DeaDness

I was pissed. Shall I rant off the reasons for you? 1. One of the guys that had hurt Rosamond had come bleeding and crying for help at the foot of my door. 2. We were about to go into a war. 3. We were being forced to work with our rival pack. 4. I was enforced to sit still as the Alphas blue eyed stuck up son gave me all sorts of weird looks. I mean seriously, what was his problem? He should just go back to Norway or wherever he was from and never return. 5. Because I was suck in this damn meeting and had been since six in the morning. & 6. I missed my mate…. <3

Just her name made me want to just up and hold her tight in my arms. I sighed and checked the time for the hundredth time. 3:45 all most done…

“Meeting adjourned!”

I bounced out of my seat, my legs aching from sitting to long and was the first one out the doors. I meandered my way down to the kitchen to grab something to eat, before going back from the meeting hall to my bedroom where I had locked her… ops I had… locker her up? In my ROOM? God how stupid could I be? What had happened the last time I did that? Yep that’s right, she had run away…!

With that thought in my mind and me cussing at myself under my breath I didn’t notice who was leaning in the doorway. I turned and faced the blue-eyed one.

“What do you need Sweden?” I asked to irritated to be polite, there was much too much of the today.

“The names Finn.” I just grunted and stepped foreword but he blocked my path.

“Move it Jackass.”

“No.”

“Fine.” I turned to way out the back door.

“No wonder Rosamond ran away…” I froze.

“Excess me?” I turned slow to face him.

“Yeah it all fits, once I found out that she was your mate, it all made since, man the look on her face…”

“TELL ME!!! RIGHT NOW WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER???” I was so mad, seeing that I was pissed to start out with; this just tipped me over the line.

“Ah, nothing much… just you being a dick to her… and her trying to kill herself, that all. Who do you think you are?!” He shoved me back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa… Rose? Trying to kill herself… because of me? I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around that. What could I have done? I know there was times when she seemed scared and ever ran away, but suicide? My mind was a ever ending black pit of possibilities, thoughts jumbled into one another no end to the painful idea that I had hurt her and pushed her to that point.

I hadn’t even noticed that Finland boy had left I must have spaced out completely. I shook my head and wondered home in a daze of dark thoughts 

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I lay there pathetic, staring at the ceiling, breathing in the sent of Rosamond and my shampoo. It was a pleasant smell and I just lay there, spacing out, my mind in a black blur of nothingness.

I heard the water shut off and hear her drying off. The wolf side of me wanted to and claim her and the me side of myself just wanted to smell her forever… man I was out of it.

I looked up just in time to see her wrapped in my dark towel, it made me groan just looking at her. She looked amazing and I wanted to take her right here, but I was so exhausted. I saw her eyes go wide, she squeaked and ran back into the bathroom. Cute.

“U-u-mmm. C-could you get m-my cloth!” I could practically hear the embarrassment in her voice.

“Where sweetheart?” I rolled off the bed.

“I-in the bag by the door.” I went over and found that Abby must have gotten to her… poor her. I dug threw the bag, which consisted mostly black and purple colors, but at the bottom I felt something lacey… and pulled out a small red and black lacey/rufflely night wear. I swallowed hard, and tried to keep my imagination from running wild, but failed utterly.

I knocked on the bathroom door.

Oh god, what am I getting myself into? “Here” I said, handing the silky lacy to her. A second latter I herd her give a little cry of dismay but I was already laying on my back on the bed, the shame and gilt wearing my heart heavy. Was I really why Rose had tried to kill herself? It made me sick just thinking about how worthless I was to her. Me, a mate? Ha! How pitiful.      

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R POV

I opened the door slowly. He was still here, I could feel his presents, but the room had been quiet for the last ten minutes after he had handed me the lingerie.

I stepped silently out into his large bedroom, making sure the towel was snuggly wrapped around me, and dashed for my bag of cloth and dived into the closet. I changed into some dark leggings, one of his huddies and snuck out into the dark room. The shades were half draw and it had started to rain, the sky engulfed in dark grey clouds looked ominous. Kristoff was lying in the middle of the bed, starring emotionlessly at it.

Walking over I stopped at the edge of the bed, waiting for him to say anything… nothing. Something was up, what happened? Why did always seem like there was something blocking him from me? 

“Hem?” I coughed seeing if he would respond. His head dropped to one side, hollow zombie like eyes meat mine and I jumped one to the bed hoping to find out what was wrong, but he inadvertently shaded away. Ah shit.

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