His Estranged Mate

Chapter 11: Guilt

CONNOR

Her words feel like nails on my heart and hearing her speak about losing our pups, especially when she was all alone while going through the process is like a nightmare.

She's trembling and her words are echoing in my head but what brings me out of my shock is her falling body.

Catching her now unconscious body, I lift my own trembling hands to scoop her in my arms. Thinking of the pain and fear that she must have gone through during her miscarriage, makes me want to shield her from any other pain which might throw her over the edge.

She looks so fragile, so lifeless in my arms that I forget about everything around me. Placing her on the bed gently, I push her hair back and caress her cheeks. She still looks so fragile. The day I dumped her, she looked so lost as if a person who's abandoned by her loved ones. Only, that loved one was me, I was that bastard who left her.

Fuck! How could things go downhill so fast without any warning? A few weeks ago, my life was so normal, so plain and now all of a sudden, I find my mate. My mate who has been my girlfriend in high school. The same girlfriend who thought of me as her entire world and whose life I ruined seven years ago.

This is so fucked up!

Laying her in my bed, I feel a sense of guilt overcome me. Hadn't I broken up with her all those years ago, she would've borne my pups. I would've discovered that she's my mate 4 years ago and I wouldn't have had to suffer so much. She wouldn't have had to suffer so much.

My wolf whines in my mind and it adds to my agony. I failed my mate in so many ways that I can't even make out how to make things right. How can I ever make her want me when I am responsible for her loss?

Feeling suffocated in my own body, I walk out of the house making sure that my mate is safe inside my den. My wolf pushes to the surface instantly and I shift, giving in the reins to my wolf for once.

The cool night air feels good on my overheated skin but doesn't help with my inner dilemma at all. The thought of Catrina lying alone and losing our pups is just too much. To think that she was carrying twins is an even worse shock.

I could've avoided it had I trusted her enough. Her sister was responsible to plant that seed in my mind but it was me who watered that seed. I need to find out why she plotted against her sister like that.

The cruelty with which she plotted against her own sister creates a tingling in my canines and I have this need to throttle her with my bare hands or much better, by my claws.

Making a quick resolve to interrogate that woman, I shift back into my human form after a long run and make way towards the porch.

Putting on a pair of shorts I snatch my cell phone out of the pocket and walk towards my office. I need to find her contact. There's this urgency in my mind. I need to find out the motive of that woman who dared plan to hurt my mate like this. Because of her one mistake, she let out a chain of events that almost destroyed my mate's life.

Finding her contact number isn't difficult when she's so socially active. Her social media updates are so frequent that it makes it a child's job to find her details.

Not wasting a minute more, I dial her number and wait for her to pick up.

The moment it clicks I open my mouth to rain down a few bad words but the male voice on the other line stops me from voicing my rage.

"Hello," says a male with an unusually heavy voice.

"Hello, I need to talk to Ms Fiona St. Clair."