The Teased Mate (𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 #1)

Chapter Twenty-Two

It's getting colder and he keeps walking in and just staring at me.

Carter.

I don't know who he is anymore. He brings me food and clean clothes. He eats with me in silence, because I have no words to say to him. He tries to start conversations, but they all fail. I am mute. Every time I try to form a word it fails. I lie in bed yearning for my mates' warmth. I have never felt so cold, but yet lonely. I have always had family, friends, and even a mate to count on. Now there is no one.

Being imprisoned, it's so lonely, it makes every spark of hope in my body almost turn off. The only spark that still shines through is the one where my mate will come and save me. But it's been, days maybe weeks. I can't keep track.

I have been attempting to eat, but I can't at times. I believe I could be pregnant. The nauseous feeling I have been getting has been coming and going. Trying to shift, will not work so I don't know what is going on.

I can't keep feeling sorry for myself, I can't.

Three loud bangs on the door and then Carter walks in.

"He's searching for you, I just got a call." He mentions this with a wicked grin. Looking down at the cold cement ground where I etched a few ancient symbols of our pack. They are symbols of protection.

"He says he will do anything to get you back. He thinks you ran away from him. How can someone who 'loves' you think that? Who could think that of someone they love?" He questions evilly. He throws the silver tray at me. Oatmeal splashes on me.

I grab the bowl and eat a few bites. At least I know he is coming, but when? I can't take it here anymore. My only instinct is to protect myself from harm. It's almost a motherly protection. I am doing what I have to do to survive. Which isn't much.
He takes the bowl and leaves. While he leaves he asks himself.
"Why does she have to be so stubborn?"

I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling fan. It is such a large room, the bed is so old and worn out. Most of the time sleep on the cold ground, which at least gives me more comfort.

The food is better than nothing, but the thing that bothers me the most is having to wear Carter's clothes. I can't stand the smell of him anymore, it is the only thing he gives me. It's that or nothing. The blanket is a sheet. No warmth, that is what it gives.

I huff out a sigh and walk over to the toilet which is only a few steps away from the bed. I release all the tension from my stomach into the toilet. I can't stand him anymore, I can't stay here another moment.

I always feel watched, I always am on edge. Just a girl waiting for her salvation.

I'd mark the walls with tallies, but that sounds to cliché. I don't want to count days, I just want it to be over. I want to go home.

If I am pregnant, I want to be happy, happy with my mate. Like a written romance, not this nightmare.

Loud bangs echo through the room. Each one is louder than the next. Every bone in my body lays still as can be. I can't move, my body is blanketed by fear.

I hold my knees up to my head and try to hold in my sobs. People are fighting I can hear the growls and snarls of wolves but not the ones I want to hear. Did he get killed? No, DON'T think that he is strong!

I keep telling myself he is strong until I hear footsteps running my way.
I hope that the dark corner I am sheltered in will save me. I stay close to it practically hugging it.

Oh my god, I can smell him. I'd jump for joy if there wasn't someone behind the cement door.

"Dianna!" He calls running down the hallway that leads to me. I begin to hiccup not realizing I have been crying this whole time.

"I'm here," I say lowly as the lump in my throat begins to grow.

"I'm getting you out now love." I want to believe he is here, but I can't so I nestle close to the wall. I close my eyes and hold myself tightly. Just to feel his warm arms engulf me into the warm hug I have been longing for.

"I'm here baby, I'm here." He says so soothingly that I grip onto him like I am never going to let go.
His hot lips touch my forehead to the point where I start to feel safe. Safe in his arms again.

"How did you find me?" I ask, slightly shivering. His face is full of so much hate and anger.

"It doesn't matter let's get you home. Miguel and I have been worried sick about you." I notice the bags under his eyes, he hasn't been sleeping.

"I think I might need to take you home," he smiles at my quip.

"I'm so glad I got you back, it's been 2 weeks, 6 days, and 5 hours since the last time I saw you." My stomach drops when I hear it has been weeks. More than days without them has put me in a horrible mental state.

"Let's get us home." My mind does a 180° spin.

"Our home or my mom's?" I ask nervously, my palms shaking.

"I have kind of been living at your mom's when I wasn't looking for you. I want to take you to your family." He says holding me close. Finally some warmth.

"You mean our family, you are my mate. Which already give you the title future husband so my family is yours," he smiles warmly.

"You don't know how much I missed you." He tells me looking his eyes searching me in fear of losing me again. Even though it was only a few weeks it was and is still painfully obvious that we both suffered from the lack of each other's company. We need each other and I just have to face the fact that I need someone, somebody to love me and for me to love back.

I push my lips on his a little bit too forceful, but he gets it. I need this kiss to take care of all the pain I feel. All the pain we feel, together.

Wait how am I going to tell him I might be pregnant? How will he take it?

I don't think I can tell him, not here. Not without completely knowing if what I think is true.