The Love Triangle (Book #1)

Chapter 24 - Mine

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The Love Triangle

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I woke up to find myself in my room. The spinning of my head had now weakened a bit but I still felt like hell. All throughout the night I had tossed and turned, I knew it was Tristan who had brought me here and I had refused to let go off of his arms but eventually I had to give up. I know now how much I wanted him, I hate myself more than the time where I used to hate him.

My feelings are so mixed right now. I felt so angry at myself for letting that happen, I felt so guilty because it was like I had cheated on Tristan, I had lead Carter on and probably gave him the wrong impression, and I bet he was in intense care at hospital right now.

I felt more pain than you would believe, it had crossed the borderline of bearable so far that now the line was just another unseen feature of the painting that was my life. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wanted him back and I wanted him back now.

I got changed and went outside before running to Riley's house. I knocked on the door several times before Becky showed up. What the fu-

"Tristan's upstairs sleeping." she answered before I could even ask the question. She gave way to me and I hesitated before stepping in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked curiously though I already kind of knew the answer. I just wanted to delay me going to his room.

"I live here."

"Oh." I replied, pausing before going upstairs.

"Scar?" I stopped at the top of the stairs looking down at her. "I'm sorry."

She was sorry? What for? Me and her or me and Tristan? I have a feeling I should know about this.

But before I could ask, she had walked off towards the kitchen. I carried on upstairs.

I smelt his scent reeking at the room in the far end so I cautiously walked in there to find him lying on the bed peacefully in deep sleep. His chest was rising up and down slowly, and he was snoring softly. I smiled sadly at him, leaning against the door frame before making the decision to go up to him.

It was so much easier like this, I didn't have to say anything. I could just watch him sleep like time had forgotten we existed. I could drown in the beauty of him; his brown hair was tousled, his lips slightly apart as I stared down at them, his skin was so perfect as the sun lay on his cheek, complimenting it. I studied the flawless outline of this angelic face, his jawline, his eyes that I was afraid he would open to reveal those light brown pools that I could never figure out but always caused me to melt into butter.

I want him so much. My wolf groaned quietly.

"Me too." I whispered to myself. I sat down on the edge of the bed carefully and looked at him. Surely it couldn't hurt... maybe I'll just...

I moved my face closer to his slowly, I will just die if he wakes up, my heart was beating frantically as I moved in closer to his cheek. I pressed my lips gently to his soft cheek, closing my eyes tight as a tear escaped. I moved back slowly and slid into the bed, I pulled the cover over me and lay my head on his shirtless chest. I cuddled up to him, crying silently and sniffing as I fell asleep on him, knowing of the consequences that were awaiting me for this simple act.

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I woke up gingerly and got up before realising that this was Tristan's room and he wasn't next to me.