Bloody Mate

Chapter Twenty Seven - Realizations -

We ate breakfast in silence. Well it was more like he ate breakfast while I tried to processed what the hell happened ten minutes ago.

"So did you just...mark me?" Angelo finally said, breaking the silence.

"I'm asking myself that same question." I muttered. Angelo looked down at his wrist. My name was written in my tribe language. The combination of symbols and curves made it look absolutely beautiful: well to me it did. My name on him awakened mix feelings inside me; an animalistic part of me found pleasure and satisfaction for "marking him" while the rational part of me knew that what I done was somewhat wrong. I wasn't able to control myself. I left a mark on him without his permission. 

Well he technically told me to fed from him.

The fact that I wasn't able to control myself bothered me a lot. Where the hell is the self discipline and control I taught myself to have all these years? It seemed like it disappears every time I'm with Angelo. And I hate how corny that sounds. 

"Does it hurt?" I ask as I cracked my knuckles.

Angelo looked up, a frown appearing on his face. "Surprisingly, no. Earlier, I felt more pleasure than pain when you drank from me." He admitted before giving me a small smile. "Since you marked me, when can I mark you?" He joked, but his eyes told me that this was a serious question. 

Him marking me? I'm not so sure. Marking him was a complete accident. I was driven by blood lust and I dread suffering of it for the next few days. I knew that marking was, I don't know, important I guess to werewolves and their mates. I knew that once marked, mating follows. And after that...I will be glued to Angelo's side. I frowned as I realized that I will be the one to watch Angelo age and then eventually die. A sudden sadness ignited in my stomach. I don't want to be more attached to him than I already am. Because in the end, I'm going to end up alone again, heart broken to suffer for all eternity. 

"Hey, I'm just joking. There's no rush to it, Jewels." Angelo quickly let it but the look in his eyes showed that he was hurt. He picked up his fork and continued eating his breakfast. 

~

I played with Angelo's hair as he watched a football game on the TV. His head was on my lap, his feet propped up on a pile of cushions at the end of the couch. 

"Hey wolfy?"

"Hm?" He mindlessly asked, his attention on the game. 

"Tell me about Cassidy." I've totally forgot about her until now. That pink haired girl is trouble, I know it. She told me she was kicked out the pack because she 'couldn't be trusted'. She is currently visiting the pack because her mom is sick or something. But shes using this opportunity to earn the pack's trust. Now doesn't that sound like a load of bullshit? It sure does to me. 

Angelo looked up at me, furrowing his eyebrows. "What do you know about Cassidy?"

"Not much, obviously." 

He narrowed his eyes. "What do you want to know?"

"Why was she kicked out the pack?" 

Angelo sat up, startling me. He turned his body so that he was facing me. His eyes were wild. That sparked even more curiosity in me. "She shifted at the mall, exposing our kind to humans." My eyes were wide. Oh shit. "Luckily it was only a hand full of humans that saw. We had to kill them off."

"Why did she shift?"

Angelo looked down at his lap, almost like if he was embarrassed. "Uh...she wanted to prove a point."

"Which was?"

"That she was more of a woman than my current girlfriend at the time." He was studying my reaction. Amusement filled my eyes. Did he really think I was going to spaz? I'm really not the jealous type. 

"How does shifting to a wolf prove that you're more of a woman?" I asked before laughing. Angelo scoffed. 

"Stay away from Cassidy, Jewels. Shes full of drama and lies." He warned. 

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

~

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Cruz!" I yelled as I closed Maya's door. Mrs. Cruz took her hands out of her apron to wave at me. 

"Don't thank me, mamita. It's a pleasure having Maya over." She told me. I got into my car, smiling as I see Angelo attacking Maya with kisses. 

"Jelo! I missed you." I rolled my eyes at the nickname Maya gave Angelo. I turned on the car, changing the gear before reversing out of Mrs. Cruz's drive way. 

"I missed you too, princess. What's this? Is this picture for me?" Angelo joked, taking a piece of paper away from Maya.

"No! Gimme! That's for Juju!" Maya practically yelled. I almost laughed as I saw Angelo cover his ears. 

"Okay, okay. Shesh!"

I felt like a taxi driver since Angelo and Maya were sitting in the back seat. It was a little past noon. Maya wanted to get some ice cream so Angelo and I decided to head to the mall. They kept joking and making noise in the back. They even played a game of 'I Spy'. When we arrived at the mall, Maya practically jumped out of her booster seat. 

"Wanna see the picture now, Juju?" She asked, waving the picture in front of my face. 

I smiled. "Sure, baby. Let me see." 

She drew a cute picture of us. We were I guess in a field of flowers. And in the corner was a male stick figure. "Who is this?" I asked, intrigued. 

"That's your papa."

My breath hitched before quickly giving Maya a grin. "I love the picture, baby. Thank you. Now come on, lets get some ice cream!" I said, unbuckling her. 

~

Angelo and I swung a giggling Maya back and forth between us. We finished eating ice cream and decided to just hang around the mall. 

"Higher, higher!" Maya would demand. I gave her looks that said: "Who the hell do you think you are?"

A smiling middle age woman walked by us. "What a beautiful family!" She commented before continuing with her walk. Maybe it was the fact that the lady mentioned the word 'family' that I suddenly started to get this depressing feeling. We did look like a normal family: a dad, a mom and the child. I looked at Angelo, who was smiling down at Maya. He would be an amazing father. 

Too bad that I couldn't bear him any children.

It was like reality smacked me in the face as my mood worsened. From what I learned about packs and the roles within them, I knew that an alpha needed to produce a heir to pass down the title. I couldn't do that. I am practically worthless to him. I couldn't bear life. And that fact made me close my eyes tightly. This weighed even more negativity toward being marked and then mated. 

A surged of anger filled me. Why was I even paired up with a werewolf in the first place!? Happiness in a relationship between a werewolf and a vampire was never meant to be forever. He needs someone else. Someone that can bear his kids and will die next to him. And that someone wasn't me. 

I couldn't fight it anymore. Tears began to fall.