Fated

Fucking Bastard Wolf

There sitting on the edge of my bed sits my mate. He has a dazed look on his face. I inhale deeply only confirming my suspicions by the scent of him. He's drunk.

"Alpha Beckett what are you doing here?" I speak calmly not risking poking the already angry bear. He looks up at me when I speak.

"What am I doing here? In my castle? Not really your place to ask now is it slut? The real fucking question is why the fuck you're here." He rises from the bed as he spits his harsh words at me. Disgust dripping from his voice.

I take a small step back as he draws closer to me. Fear rising through me.

"My apologizes for asking. Maybe its time for you to go back to your room though." I say softly. Careful not to raise my voice. My eyes widen as he draws closer to me, slowly he comes step by step.

I'm stopped when my back hits the wall, instantly I throw my hands up in hopes that it would stop him from coming closer. 

He has a look of hunger in his eyes as he takes another step further. He comes to a standstill when he reaches my outstretched hand. He leans forward pressing his chest against my hands. I shiver at the contact. Feeling his rock hard flesh through the thin fabric of his shirt. I bite my tongue trying to control a gasp from leaving my lips.

He presses towards me, my arm bending as he draws closer. 

Soon enough he is right in front of me, the only space between us is my hand. Everything from my hand down is connected, making me fully aware of the bulge in his pants. He wraps his around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him. He leans down resting his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. Another shiver runs through me and a small moan escapes my mouth. He tenses up at the sound. 

He pulls back quickly and clears his throat, breaking the silence.

"I... uh. I should go. You're right." he grumbled turning away from me.

It takes everything in my not to yell at him, to tell him to stay. But I remain silent. I want him to know how I feel, what he has put me through. From the insulting names and words he spouts out to me, too sleeping with another female. I grimace just at the thought.

He walks towards the door opening it and quietly shutting it behind him.

Don't do it. I tell myself. Don't go after him. I groan as I get up and make my way towards the door. Pausing as I grasp the doorknob in my hand. I take a deep breath out and open the door, following after him.

"Wait! Greyson!" I yell catching up to him. 

He turns towards me and waits for me to continue, but the words don't come out. I remain silent.

"What Lane?" He asks.

He is standing at the top of his spiral staircase, making no moves to go down them, I draw closer.

"Why did you come to my room?" I question, taking another small step towards him. His gaze burns a hole in me, his eyes never leaving me.

"I don't really know. I guess I just wanted to see you."

"So you came to my room, to see me." I pause and continue. "and yet you call me a slut? You were the one that came to me not the other way around. You were the one that slept with some bitch and yet you still call me a slut." My words drip with venom as I grow angry.

His eyes soften instantly as he hears my words. Regret written across his face. 

"I told you why I slept with her Lane. So for fucks sake drop it already. I said I was sorry." He growls out running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Excuse me? You think that just because you said sorry that I will instantly forgive you? YOU ARE MY MATE NOT HERS. MINE. AND YOU SLEPT WITH HER. NOT ME" Tears begin to run down my face  as I yell at him. I storm up to him getting in his face, letting him see the pain he has brought me. 

He looks at me and does not say a word. He begins to turn away from me but I grab hold of his arm and turn him back to me.

Really? That's your response? Nothing? You have nothing to say to me? You fucking bastard." I slap him across the face not realizing my mistake, to overtaken by anger. His eyes flash red and he looks at me in the eyes. His claws on his hand elongate as he grasps my arm, digging into my flesh.

"Remember who the alpha is whore." He spits. Another rush of anger flooding through my veins. 

I raise my hand slapping him across the face again. The harsh sound echos through the quiet halls. He freezes, muscles tense. 

The moment happens in slow motion. I'm looking at his shoulder, and the next he is looking at me. He releases his hold on my arm, and begins to raise it up. His canines peaking out from under his lip. 

I feel the slap across my face, his claws following it ripping through the skin on my face. The power of the slap has me stumbling back, but I was standing on the top step. I begin to fall down the stairs seeing his eyes widen in shock. 

I feel like I have been falling for hours, not seconds. 

I finally reach the ground, knocking the wind out of me as I collapse in a crumbled mess on the floor, my head reaching it last. I look around and see blood starting to pool around me, I touch my hand to my face wincing at the contact. When I take it back my hand is covered in blood. Letting out a mangled groan of pain.

My vision starts to blur, my eye lids slowly closing. The last thing I see is Greyson running down the stairs towards me, his lips moving but I can't hear anything coming out.