Fate

Chapter Seven: My life.

I rest in the sheets, that where soiled with my tears.

The aching tug, kept pulling and pulling. Stretching and stretching, the farther he walked away from my door.

I could only think of two questions, just itching to be answered in my mind.

One, was he hurting this much, and two, how can I stop it and stay away from him?

I hear footsteps approach the door and the door creaks open slowly as I shiver and shake in pain with my back to the door. The pain recedes a bit at his presence.

I was paralyzed. I couldn't feel anything but the tug.

The closer the footsteps got, the less the string pulled. I take deep breaths, letting myself breath before the air decided to stop entering my lungs.

"I can't live like this." I say to him turning around.

"Tell me why you did it. I can't hate you forever the pull it just-" I take in another breath.

He sighs, keeping his head low.

"Can we try to act like normal mates please?" He asks lowly.

Is he stupid. That's not even a question. Is he stupid.

My breathing slows and I just look at him.

"How? How am I supposed to learn to love you, when you knew and never told me-"

He turns to me and glares, cutting me off.

"I am not asking for you to love me darling, I am asking for a bit of compromise. Is that to much for Mrs. Princess?" He says frustrated at me. I flinch but fire up more.

I sigh. "Well you would have compromise I'd you had told me sooner." I say.

"I tried to!" He screams throwing the rocking chair in the corner across the room.

I jump and then bring my knees to my chest, eyes wide with fear.

"That night........." he says his voice cracking. He groans and punches the wall, backing up, and running his hands through his hair.

"I tried........I tried to but......." he says.

He looked so broken.

"How long did you know." I state.

He sits on the floor against the wall, his knees up and face in his hands.

He rubs his face roughly and looks at me.

"I had it all planned. I knew for three days. Only three days......I wanted to make it perfect for you. We where gonna meet at the party but........I was late and......." he says trying it recollect his thoughts.

"So you saw.........everything........." I say shamefully.

"Yeah....I did." He says harshly. I flinch at the cold tone.

"Well maybe Mr. Possessive shouldn't be watching something that doesn't belong to him!" I yell frustrated.

His stance stiffness. His jaw clenching and pure anger. His fist clenching and releasing. But his eyes. They where literally red with rage.

Red.....our eyes don't change............ only when our wolf was threatening to come out.....But his wolf's eyes where yellow.... what was wrong with him?

(I just realized his eyes where the primary colors lol.)

"Darling that night.....I wanted to kill the bastard who had his hands on you pretty little body and make.....you..... watch..." he says his tone cruel.