Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

Eksi [ 6 ]

author's note: Kara has really done it now. Will Tristan forgive her for what she said or has she managed to push him away?

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There was a change in power. A change so clear that I knew he'd shifted. It had to be the first time since he met me because I'd never felt his wolf before. I had been standing by his door, waiting for him to emerge from his room so I could apologise.

I knew that I'd never take it as far as to go against the mate bond in that way. I could never bring myself to hurt anyone in that way, especially since I knew the consequences of being with someone not intended for you.

I didn't know how much longer I could hold myself back every time I was near him. I had tasted his lips twice and every encounter made me want him more than I did the time before. The attraction was through the roof, but he felt something else for me after what I so carelessly said.

Pure anger.

His wolf radiated anger as I heard the distinct sound of glass breaking and paws meeting the snow. It was a loud thud, which let me know without seeing him that his wolf was massive. It made me want to shift and compare our frames. Was he just as perfect-looking in wolf form as he was as just Tristan?

It was a question left unanswered because, for the rest of the day, he didn't return. As soon as I felt him leave the grounds, I had opened the door to his room and surveyed the mess. Luckily, most of the glass broke in the direction that he jumped in, but a few small shards covered the floor.

I couldn't bring myself to clean it up and instead, I climbed into his bed, pulling the covers over me and finding a sense of comfort in his scent. It wrapped around me when his arms wouldn't and helped me fall back asleep.

I was hot and cold when it came to Tristan but I was battling between what I wanted to feel and what the mate pull was forcing me to feel. I almost relished the time he was away from me but the mate pull made me yearn for him even when I didn't want to.

When I woke up the next morning, the room was freezing. I was disorientated for a few long moments until I remembered everything and looked towards the open window where all the cold was coming in from. It was as if I slept outside. His covers did nothing to keep me warm, and my state as part of a warmer-blooded species only went so far. I shivered and looked out to the light morning sky, instantly reminded of his expressive eyes.

As much as I hated to admit it, I missed his presence and he hadn't even been gone an entire day. I trudged towards his walk-in closet, trailing my fingers over every rack before settling on one of his dark sweaters, and pulling it on over my clothes. It helped in keeping me warm and minimised my longing for him, killing two birds with one stone.