The Alpha's Broken Mate (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Eleven - Pacts & Mason

Hey guys, late again, sorry about that. I just want to say thank you for still reading this book. I am really enjoying writing it and I absolutely love the comments. Here is the next chapter for you to enjoy . xxx

Evan's POV

I opened my eyes sleepily. I didn't sleep too good last night, as I keep having this feeling in the pit of my stomach that something bad is going to happen. I don't know what it is and Jax isn't making it any easier. I can see something is bothering him. He has been a bit distant since the other morning when he woke me up so abruptly and I flung him into the wall. But I don't think that it was because of that. Something happened to stress him out that morning, and he isn't telling me about it. And another thing is that even though he is a bit distant emotionally, he is physically a bit more clingy. Everywhere I go, he is usually in the same vicinity, trying not to make it too obvious. Someone needs to tell him that I'm a lot more observant than he thinks I am, I think to myself frustratedly.

I turn on my side and face Jax. He is sleeping soundly so I can use this time to study him a bit. I feel too self conscious to do it when he is awake. He looks so peaceful when he is sleeping, even with the power and authority radiating off of him. The lines of stress smoothed out. He truly is one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen in my entire life. His long black hair is spread wildly over the pillow and I just want to run my fingers through it. But of course I don't. I am still weary of him and the other men here. I can't just get over what was done to me. I'm gonna have to get over it though. My heat will be here in the next few weeks and I am very aware that being mated to the Alpha is going to make it so much worse than it's been so far. Don't get me wrong, I do feel sexual attraction for Jax. Who wouldn't? The man is literally sex on legs. But I'm scared. So very, very scared. No one has ever been gentle with me. All I have ever known is pain. "He won't hurt us. He isn't like that" My wolf, Cuthwulf, tells me. "I know that, I just need a bit of time. What if he is like Mason and the others? What if he loses control and hurts us, even if he doesn't mean to?" I ask, almost whimpering. "If he was going to do that, don't you think he would have done it already? What about that one night? He gave us so much pleasure, and didn't even ask for us to return it. It was all about us and he was so kind and gentle. Please think about that for a bit". My wolf tell me, and I can see his point. Jax was extremely gentle that night and even his kisses were gentle and sweet. Not once has he tried to force me to do anything. This is really something that I need to think about. I focus back on his face. He looks so strong and the little scar on his eyebrow just makes him even hotter. I smile at my thoughts, I haven't thought of stuff like that in a very long time.

I shake my head at myself and quietly get out of bed. I go to the bathroom and take a nice hot shower and wash my hair. When I get out, I quickly brush my teeth and then my eyes catch my reflection. I stand there with a towel around my hips and stare at myself. My hair is getting too long now and I'm going to need a trim soon. I push the pale locks off my forehead. My eyes are a rather startling green, which is the only part of me that I actually like. The rest is just so pale. Pale hair, pale skin. How can Jaxon say that I am beautiful when I feel like I look like a washed out rag? I turn away from the mirror in disgust, not being able to look at myself a minute longer.

As I step back into our room with just the towel around me, I squeak when I realise that Jax has woken up while I was in the shower. And here I stand, butt naked with just a towel around me. I rush into the walk-in closet as fast as possible, while clinging to the towel. I dress hurriedly and come out. My face feels like it is on fire from blushing. "Why so shy Little One? That was one helluva view for me to see so early in the morning" He smirks at me. My face flames even darker. "Morning Jax." I mumble at him. I decide that now would be a good time to ask him what has been bothering him the past few days. "Could I ask you something?" I ask quietly. He looks up at me surprised and then nods. "Of course you can, my love. You know you can speak to me freely about anything." He says while sitting up a bit straighter. The sheet that was covering him, slips down to his hips and I'm instantly distracted. This man is going to be the death of me, I swear. His pecks are just begging for me to touch. I quickly run back to the closet and grab one of his t-shirts. I hold it out for him to put on and he takes it, but I can see a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Why did you bring me my shirt Little One? I'm still in bed, so there is no need for it yet" He smiles while saying it, coz he knows exactly why I gave him the damn thing. "Just put it on please. I need to talk to you and you're a bit distracting like that" I grumble out with a bright red face. He chuckles at my blushing face, but still pulls his shirt over his head.