Nocturnal

Chapter Eight.

Chapter Eight.

            I was up before Ben, and being the amazing mate that I am, decided to make breakfast for him in bed. I pulled myself out of his embrace and then walked down stairs. I pulled out some bacon, toast, eggs, and potatoes and began to cook. I got lost in my own world and started to hum, getting into the rhythm of it all. Soon I had two piping hot plates of food and was walking up the stairs to my still slumbering mate. I put the food on the bed side table and then jumped on the bed, right on top of my mate. Ben woke up with a groan.

            “Why would you wake me from my sleep?” he groaned, I propped myself up on his chest and gave him a smile.

            “I made you breakfast” I responded, his ears perked up at that and he sniffed the air.

            “Breakfast? In bed? Aren’t I supposed to be doing that for you?” he questioned. I got off him and grabbed the plates, handing him one I grabbed mine and propped myself up on the head board.

            “You can do it for me later. Let’s spend the whole day in bed, please?” I asked, he looked at me and then dove into his food. I smiled when I saw that he couldn’t stop himself from eating it, I ate mine as well but didn’t finish it.

            “You’re not going to finish?” he asked me, looking at my half-filled plate. Truth was that ever since the brutality of my parents and the starving’s I had to endure, I didn’t eat or get hungry as much.

            “No, I’m not really hungry” I replied, not wanting to alarm him in anyway. I felt like he would force me to go to the doctor to make sure I wasn’t underweight. He nodded his head and handed me his plate, I put it next to mine on the bed side table. Wrapping his arms around me, he cuddled me to his side and kissed my forehead.

            “Thanks for a great breakfast” he whispered. We sat like that for a while, but I broke the silence.

            “Alright, tell me everything about you. I want to know everything” I whispered. He lost a little bit of smile but nodded.

            “When I was eighteen, my father began a war with the vampires. They were stepping on our territory all the time and for some reason it really got under my dad’s skin. They went to war and my whole family fought, everyone in our family was raised to be warriors so we loved a good fight and we proved to the vampires to not be messed with. But my mother was murdered in the process” he stopped, as if this was the hardest part. “My dad he really tried to be fine. But I could see him slowly dying and a few weeks later I found him in his office, he had committed suicide. He wrote a note to me saying that he couldn’t handle life without my mother and that he was sorry, as if the rest of us weren’t suffering too. The pack lost their Luna and I lost my mother, but he was the only person suffering, right? I took over the pack from there.”

            “He was hurting; I couldn’t imagine the pain of losing you and you only accepted me yesterday. Imagine your father’s pain after years and years of being with her.”

            “I know, it just always makes me a little angry” he sighed, but continued. “I started to self-harm really badly. I felt like all this grief and Alpha issues were just weighing on me and it felt like the only thing I could do. It relived a lot of my stress, made me feel as if I could face the day. Gage found out a year or two later on what I was doing, made me get help and speak with a psychiatrist until I didn’t have the will to do it anymore. It was hard at first but now I can’t even think of picking up a blade, it doesn’t feel like something I want to do. I met a girl named Kira when I was around twenty three or twenty four, I really can’t remember, and we started to date. We actually broke up when I met you; I called her yesterday and ended it. But she was my first, I wanted to save myself for my mate but it took you so long to come around” he stopped and looked at me gauging for my reaction.