Why Me?

04 Trouble

He grabs my hair and throws me across the room causing my ribs to impact his desk as I fall forward. A whimper of pain slips out as he stalks over to me.

"You just let him touch you!? Kiss you!? Do you want my Beta, Katie!?" He roars.

"N...n..no.... Car... Alpha... I would never..." I shudder out.

"You just did! In front of my face! Of course! Dressed like that I wouldn't expect anything less!" He is fuming pacing the office.

What's wrong with my dress? It ends mid thigh. Black, long sleeve, it comes up around my neck, it has a diamond shaped opening over my chest showing a little cleavage but its classy. I thought I looked good.

"Do you not like the dress?" I ask in a quiet voice trying not to anger him further. He growls.

"You are beautiful, mate... and you are showing it. You flaunt your legs and breast while covering my mark on you, denying my claim. You are MINE, Katie. Act like it!" He growls.

"I'm sorry, Alpha." I tell him and he comes over close. "Beta James..." another growl cuts me off.

"Don't talk about him!" He yells pushing me so I fall backwards my ribs crash into the desk again before I hit the ground.

"I... I was... just gonna say he means nothing to me." I sob clutching my ribs that I assume are now broken. He drops down beside me and pulls me into his chest.

"Shhhhh... don't cry. Why do you do this? It's like you're trying to make me angry. You deny your my mate at every turn. Am I truly that bad? Do you want to leave me? I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to. Why do you keep pushing me to this? Why do you keep acting this way?" He asks stroking my hair.

He's right. I mean he's an Alpha of course he is. I didn't even think about how the dress covers his mark. I didn't think anything of Beta James kissing my hand. I am a terrible mate. He loves me and I keep hurting him.

"I'm sorry, Alpha... I'll do better. I wasn't thinking. I love you... please forgive me." I beg him. I just want my mate happy.

"All is forgiven, little mate... please just think before you act. I'm sure you didn't mean it." I flinch as he hugs me putting pressure on my ribs. "Are you okay?" He asks looking down on me in concern. I nod but he seems unconvinced. "Stand up." He pulls me up and unzips my dress to examine my ribs. "You're hurt!" I hear a whine in his voice and I long to comfort him.

"I'm fine, Alpha." I argue.

"It's Carson, little mate... but you are not fine. We're going to the doctor." He removes his shirt and covers me with it before carrying me to the infirmary. "Doc, help." He calls out as we enter.

"What seems to be the problem, Alpha?" The doc asks.

"She is hurt." Carson says placing me on the bed.

"And how did this happen?" Doc asks.

"I fell into the desk." I answer and he gives me a weary look.

"Are you sure you fell? You have a broken rib. That would take a lot of force to..."

"Are you calling your Luna a liar?" Carson cuts him off.

"N...no Alpha. I'm just trying to help her. I need to know what happened to make sure I treat her correctly." Doc tries to explain.

"And she told you now help her!" Carson growls and I take his hand to calm him. I kiss the inside of his wrist.

"The doctor meant no harm I'm sure. Please just hold my hand while he does what he needs to do. I need my mate." I say trying to move his attention from the Doctor. Carson sighs and sits next to me holding my hand.

The doc wraps my ribs but I keep eye contact with Carson the entire time. He looks so sad to see me like this it breaks my heart.

"Let's go home." I say to my mate once the doctor is finished. With a nod to the Doc he wraps me in his arms and takes me home.

"You lied for me." He says once we are behind closed doors.

"It was my fault. I know that. Why would I blame you?" I ask and he smiles kissing me. I like this version of him. He is so sweet.

"You are beautiful." He says as he leads me to his... our room. "You shouldn't have to lie for me. I'm sorry... you are a good mate to do that." He tells me as he tucks me into bed with a kiss on the forehead. "I can't wait for you to be healed."

A good mate. That's all I wanted to be. That single word of praise just has me longing for more. My mate approves of me!