Fighting For My Mate

Chapter Eleven

Hey Guys I’m so sorry that I haven’t uploaded, but things have been very crazy.  I’ll share with you guys that I was admitted to the school of my dreams.  The bad news is they decided to withdraw my admission!! How crappy is that!!  So right now I’m going through a very sad time.. I’m appealing to their decision so wish me luck :)

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                After our little romantic moment I told Rick that I hadn’t forgotten that he had compromised me into moving in to the pack house without my consent.  He wasn’t happy that I was confronting him about it, being an Alpha, he didn’t like for his orders to be fought against, but I couldn’t care less.

                “Why do you have to so difficult?” he asked sounding exasperated.

                                “Excuse me?  You’re the one being difficult.  You made a decision for me, a decision you didn’t consult with me first.  I know I said I was willing to give our relationship a chance but that didn’t mean I was completely fine with moving into the pack house!!” I shouted at him.  I was beginning to get pretty pissed off.  Why could he not understand that I wanted to make my own decisions?  Moving in is not what had bothered me but he fact that he had made that decision without asking me first is what had me mad.

                “You’re my mate and your rightful place is in the pack house with ME!!” he began breathing hard and I knew that he was fighting with his wolf for control.  I would have tried to calm him down, but I was too mad at him and was having problems with my own wolf.  She wanted me to bow down to our mate, but I was too stubborn to relinquish.

                “Look Rick, fighting isn’t going to help.  So you know what?  I’m leaving.  I’ll try talking with you later.”  I turned around ready to leave his room but didn’t even get close to opening the door when he grabbed my arm, pulled me back and turned me around to look at him.

                “Don’t. Walk. Away. From. Me” he gritted out.

                “Well don’t tell me what to do!!” I shouted at him.  Most people would have backed away with the look that he was giving me but I knew that he wouldn’t hurt.  Well not physically at least.  “Now let go of my arm, you’re hurting me” I whimpered the last out part because his grip on my arm kept getting stronger.  I knew my hand was going to end up bruised.

                Once he heard me whimper his eyes softened and he loosened his grip on my hand but didn’t let go.  “Can we just forget about this argument?  Sooner or later you were going to have to move into the pack house so why are you making a big deal out of it?”

“Are you kidding me?  I don’t have a problem in moving into the pack house but that is when I, not you but I, make the decision to do so.  You can’t make decisions for me and specially not without my consent.” He had to understand that I wanted to make my own decisions and he wouldn’t boss me around.  “Just like I made the decision to give our relationship a chance, I can also change my mind and not give us a chance.  Would you like that?”

When those words came out of my mouth his whole demeanor changed.  His confident aura changed to one of fear.  His eyes widened and I swear I saw fear and desperation pass through them.  “You—you—you can’t.  I won’t let you do that!!  I finally have you with me and I won’t allow you to leave me” he no longer sounded confident but desperate.  It killed me to see him like this.  This—this wasn’t the rick I fell in love with.  Being vulnerable just didn’t go with him.