My Beloved Mate

One angry mate

Anastasia was leading the way up to the stairs, not uttering a single word. Alexander was staring at her, trying to pick up her thoughts, anything. But as usual, she had him blocked from her mind.

He saw Anastasia's bodyguard in front of her room. He gave him a quick nod and went inside.

Anastasia closed the door behind him. He sat on the bed, she sat on the chair by her vanity. They sat in silence, staring at each other. Daring each other to say something.

"You weren't supposed to come this early." Anastasia stated.

"You weren't supposed to be with other men." Alexander mocked.

She rolled her eyes. "Listen as much as I would like to argue with you, I have questions that need to be answered."

Alexander patted to the space next to the bed for her to sit down. She hesitated, which annoyed Alexander.

"Come here." Alexander commanded. "Please." He added.

Anastasia slowly got up and sat by him. Though not being enough, Alexander picked her up and placed her on his lap. She tried to push off him, but Alexander gave her a warning look.

"I crave your touch, Anastasia." Her breath hitched at his confession. He brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her shoulder all the way up to her neck.

"If you keep doing that your gonna make me lose my self control." Anastasia warned.

He started kissing up her face and to her ear and when he kissed behind her ear he gasped. Finding another spot of hers.

Over the two months they were together in London, they really got to know each other. Their likes and dislikes, their turn ons and turn offs.

In a quick swift movement he laid Anastasia on the bed, and got on top of her.

She looked at him and saw the same look in his eyes the first time they made love and grew worried.

"Alex, we can't." Anastasia knew that there were things that had to the addressed.

He looked at her lips then sighed. "You're right." He got off of her.

Alina knocked on her door. "Anastasia, you and Alex meet me in dad's office in 5 minutes okay?"

"Okay mom." She heard her mother walk away. She looked at Alex, who was looking at the pictures on her fireplace. He picked one up that was of her and Octavia, in a meadow.

"Is this your friend that you were talking about? Octavia right?" Alex asked.

"Yea. She would love to meet you by the way." Anastasia felt a wave of happiness wash over her knowing that her mate actually cares what she has to say.

He kept looking at the photos and stopped at the one of her and Decebel, kissing at a beach with the sunset behind them. Then another one where he was spinning her around, both laughing. The third photo was of him kneeling on the ground putting a ring on her left hand.

Anastasia was fixing her hair getting ready to go downstairs when she heard a shatter of glass. She spun around and was horrified by what she saw.

Three glass picture frames were shattered and blood was dripping from Alex's hand from the broken glass. Three photos of her and Decebel were on the floor.

Nikolai burst through the door. "Are you okay Ana?" Nikolai asked worried.

She glanced at Alexander, seeing his eyes were red. "I'm fine. I don't know for how long though. You should probably leave. I'll be okay, I think."

Nikolai glanced at Alexander with a warning stare and left the room, knowing not to mess with mates' problems.

"Who is he." Was all that he said.

"He's in the past, it doesn't matter." Anastasia tried to go pick up the pictures but was quickly stopped by a roar.

"WHO IS HE ANASTASIA!"

For once Anastasia was afraid of Alex. Her mate, the one that would never harm her. But now, she wasn't so sure.

"He's my ex." Ana murmured.

"Is he downstairs." Alex's hands were still shaking from anger.

"He has a mate. He's over me. And I him." Anastasia was trying to stay strong but the stare Alex was giving her she would rather run away and never look back.

"I'm not going to ask you again. Is he downstairs."

"Yes." Ana whispered.

With that said, he ran out the room with the photos in his hand with a look to kill.