The Forbidden Mate (The Mate Series: Novel 2)

TFM: Chapter 11 (pt2): Never forget

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Pt 2

I saw daddy move his hand. Signaling the wolves behind him to back up.

Tristan swallowed then looked over at me, before getting out.

"Stay in the car until I say." I nodded. When he reached out to stroke my cheek gently I hear a growl. I looked over to see my dad looking curiously at the two of us and Tony beside him growling menacingly- it was definitely a claim and I heard Tristan Growl back at him then he leaned closer.

"Tristan, don't." I whispered. He pulled back. and went to the back of the car to get the other females un-blindfolded them and helped them out of the backseat.

Tristan took my arm gently. the female following behind us. I heard Tony growl again.

"Stop, Tony. I'm fine. You're just making this harder." then I looked to my daddy. "Hi." I whispered. Dad didn't do anything, butI saw his eyes grow watery. After

Tony calmed down the exchange went smoothly. The Males of Tristan's Pack got in the car and I watched as Tristan left me standing ther in some forign

place- a place without him. And in turn a place I didn't know how to be myself in anymore.

Daddy hugged me then, holding me close and petting my hair as I cried into his chest. People might have thought I was crying because I was happy to be

home, but really I felt like a piece of me had been ripped away. I cried because my chest hurt. I cried because I was more alone here without Tristan then I'd

ever felt before.

When we finally made it home mom went through the same thing my Daddy had. Crying and holding me, but my tears were all dried up. The rest of that night

at home passed by in a blur.

As I crawled up into bed. I pulled the covers over me and for the first time in my life I had to think about what to be thankful for- what to pray for.

Was I glad Tristan made love to me? initally yes. But in the long run... it just hurt me more. Left me aching to be curled up in his bed with his arms around me

his strong body sharing it's warmth with mine...

So was that a good thing to pray about. Was I glad God gave me a chance to fell in love with Tristan? Or should I have kept hating him?

So many questions bombarded me. And I thought back to our last discussion in the car...

'I will go on as I had before I fell in love with you. But I won't forget.' He'd promised.

'If things were different... I would spend the rest of my life happily by your side. Making you happy. In a fair world- I would give you everything you wanted.

Anything you asked for... but I can't.' He'd confessed,

Then I knew what I would pray for... the future. The future I knew I could-would- never have. The future destiny had Stolen from us.

'Never doubt my feelings for you.' He'd whispered 'I love you, Isabelle. Only you.' As that memory flitted behind my eyes I felt tears slide down my cheeks. The

memory was fading already. It felt more like a dream... Some figment of my imagination. Some story I'd made up. A scene from a Romance novel I'd read