Limerence(Was Broken Wolf)

Chapter 6

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*Sam POV*

I looked at the pure anger and pain in his face scared me.Is he going to hurt me? I don't think my heart can take anymore pain. I sighed and brought my head up to look at his bright amber eyes.

"I..I'm sorry... I just can't tell you." I managed to squeak out before my whole body began to shake.

He reached out and grabbed my hand then interlocked our fingers together. My wolf purred about the contact we were having with out mate. I looked at him with glossy eyes as he wiped away the tears that streamed down my face. Why was he making this so hard for me? He couldn't just let me go, why was he trying to cause me even more pain. I wasn't anything special.

" Why are you making this so hard for me?" My voice cracked as I forced the words out of my mouth.

Taking my face into his hands he gave me an apologetic look.

"What do you mean don't you feel it too?" his voice was laced with sorrow and uncertainty. Hearing the sound of my mate saddened with grief made my heart clench. 

The thing he doesn't know is I do feel it. The tingles running up and down my body, my heart jumping out of my chest anytime his skin touched mine and my flesh heating up with just having his eyes scan over me. I wish I could just have a mate  to love and pretend like everything was okay even when it wasn't. I wanted to accept him but I knew I would be bad for him, I couldn't bring him down to my leve. He was an Alpha for fuck's sake, I'm a broken she-wolf who ran away from her abusive pack.

 I wasn't ready. I couldn't get over my mental barrier that no one could love me. My mind kept screaming at me that I was just a dirty, broken shell of a person. I cursed under my breath, why did my mother have to protect me? It should of been me. Everyone said it should of been me. I'm useless compared to her.  She would make everyone smile, take care of injuried wolves, and always do the best she could for the pack. I could never be as good as she was. It would of been better for everyone if it was me not her who died that day.

*Tyler POV*

Did she not want me? Was she going to reject me as her mate? What was she so scared of telling me? So many questions she wouldn't answer. I wanted to know everything about her. She just needs to open up to me and let herself out of her shell. Did she not see how beautiful she was? I didn't want to see her hurt anymore. 

"Sam I want you to know you can tell me anything. You don't have to be scared anymore." My eyes scanned over her face looking for any sort of an answer. She shivered under my stare and shot me a look of pure sadness. That look. It cut throw me like a knife. My eyes starting to sting form watching her every move.

"Can I take a shower please?" Her voice was just above a whisper but I heard it with my sensitive hearing. Her voice sounded so soft and innocent. Giving her a slow nod I stood up and extened my hand for her to take. Her eyes glared at my hand like it was something she never seen before.  I watched her as she slowly crawled to the other side of the bed and placed her feet on the floor. Slowly standing up Sam used her eyes to suggest me to keep walking to lead her to the bathroom. Placing my hand back into my pocket I turned around on my heels and walked my mate to the bathroom.