Fated

Forgiving Isn't Something Easy

Waking up I stretch my body out along the bed. I stretch my arms out bumping into something next to me. I peak one eye open and turn my head looking to see what I bumped into. Laying next to me is Beckett soundly sleeping. He looks so relaxed right no. He doesn't have his usual tenseness in his body that you can visibly see. His face is free of tension, worry and frown lines free from his face.

I reach my hand up and lightly feather my touch across his cheek. He leans into my touch subconsciously. I continue with touching his skin loving the sparks flowing up my finger tips. He begins to stir slowly waking up. He opens his eyes blinking them a few times as he fully wakes up. His eyes catch me and he freezes.

The first thing I notice is that his eyes are longer red. Back to his normal hazel eye color. Beckett has regained control, his wolf no longer present. I instantly lean back pulling myself away from him. Confusion flashes across his face when he realizes I'm in his bed.

"What are you doing here?" He asks me sitting up.

"Well you see you sort of went insane... torn the pack house apart and went feral..." I tell him. I see his eyes widen in surprise at what I say.

'What do you mean feral?"

"I mean your wolf took over. You went feral. That's why I'm here. They had to sedate you until I got here to calm your wolf down."

"Oh." He simply says.

He remains quiet as he processes what I say, his internal gears moving.

"So.. since your you know back to normal. I guess I'll go back home." I say to him. I get up off the bed and start walking to the door. I am half way out the door when he speaks up.

"Wait." He says. I freeze. I don't make the move to turn around and see him.

"You did come all the way here... I guess it would be okay if you stayed a little longer." He says to me. I slowly turn around and look at him in shock. He looks as shocked as I do at his words.

"Um okay." I say before walking slowly out of the room. Is this it? Is he finally going to accept me? Is he realizing that he can't function without me?

Hope floods through my wolf, instantly perking up as she hears my thoughts.

I shake her off and walk to the kitchen. Everything is picked up and back in it's place. I grab a glass and fill it up with water. As I lean against the counter top footsteps falter as they enter the kitchen. I lift my head up and look at who entered. Dylan. I tense up at the sight him. He is still bruised all over his face and his right eye is swollen shut.

"Uh.. hey Lane." He rubs the back of his neck as he speaks.

"Hi."

"So what happened yesterday.. kinda crazy." He comes over to me and leans beside me.

"Uh ya.. sorry about that I guess."

"Not your fault, you weren't the feral wolf that tried to kill me." He says shrugging his shoulders. This dumb ass still hasn't put 2 and 2 together?

"Uh ya it kinda is. I am the reason he went feral..." He looks at me with a confused look.

"What do you mean?" He questions, his attention now fully on me.

"I mean because I wasn't here he went feral." He still remains confused.

"I'm his mate Dylan." I say. His eyes widen in shock and instantly steps away from me.

"What? How long have you known?" He asks.

"I've known since I met him. But he won't accept me. That's why I went home. He refuses to reject me too. His old as furious with him for not accepting me. So for the last year they have been internally battling against each other until his wolf finally won." I try explaining the situation to him as simply as I can.

"So that night in the hot tub..."

"I was using you. He was with girls that weren't me. So I used to to give him a taste of his own medicine." He nods his head in understanding.

"I kinda wish you had told me. I would have gone along with your plan and helped you out. Make him realize how dumb he is being."

Now it's my turn to look at him in shock.

"Really?"

"Ya. If my mate wasn't even acknowledging my existence and simply making them jealous would make them realize how dumb they're being, of course I'd do it."

"Well thanks Dylan.'' I finish my glass of water before putting it in the sink and walking out of the kitchen. I walk back to my room and change into some workout clothes, in serious need to hit something.

I make my way to the gym based off of the instructions that Anna gave me. But, with a few wrong turns I finally am able to find my way. Entering the gym I look around to see all the equipment. I spot the punching bags in the corner and make a b-line to them.

I begin first with some stretches insuring that (hopefully) no muscles with be torn in the making of this production. Once done with my stretches I stand up, separating my legs, bending my knees and putting my arms up in my ready position. I begin punching the bag alternating between wrists

I wipe the sweat from my forehead before continuing hitting the bag a few more times before stepping back from it. I take a minute to catch my breath and sit on the floor starting to do more stretching.

Once I finish I stand up going over and picking up my shirt that I threw on the floor during my workout. I turn and start heading for the door freezing in my tracks when I see Beckett standing in the doorway.

"Alpha." I say.

"Your technique is good, needs a little work but good." He begins walking over to me, stopping in front of me.

"Seeing as I took you down, I really don't think I need advice from you." I chuckle

He walks around me and stands behind me. He brings his arm around to my front and places his palm on my stomach. I freeze at the contact and pleasurable sparks coming from his hands.

"Just put a little tension right here and your stance will be perfect." He whispers in my ear.

He makes no move to step away from the position we stand in. He leans towards me and puts his head in the crook of my neck, hovering centimeters away from my skin. He takes a deep breath in, before slowly letting out the air through his mouth through a cold gust. I shiver at the euphoric feeling. He connects his lips to my neck leaving a light feathery kiss. He watches to see my reaction. When I do not react he continues. He returns his lips to my neck placing an open mouth kiss on my neck, this time his tongue darts out to taste my skin. My eyes close and my neck rolls back into his chest. I feel him smirk against my skin. This time he latches onto my neck pulling the skin into his mouth and sucking. I gasp at the shock waves it sends through me as he continues to suck. As he does his hands begin to travel down my stomach and stopping as he cups me. My legs give out at the feeling. He holds me up with his arms. He releases my skin before giving it one more small kiss, releasing me from his hold. My eyes open as I no longer feel the heat of his body or smell his mouth watering smell. My eyes dart around the room looking for him, he is no where to be found.

Once again leaving me in a time of need.