Chapter Twenty Eight

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It's been so long!!!! I'm so sorry for the wait on this chapter, but I've been so sick its ridiculous. I could hardly move and writing this story was not high on my motivational list.

Anyhow, enjoy the story and I'll update again as soon as I can :)

Sorry for the spelling and grammer mistakes.

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I had yet to fall asleep. Michael was peacefully sleeping beside me with small snores leaving his parted lips every so often and I couldn't help but smile, finally seeing him at some sort of peace. We were under the sleeping bag, Michael flat on his back and me on my side facing him with his strong arm draped over my waist pulling me in tight to his firm body.

As I lay awake I wasn't thinking. I was just enjoying the moment we had going on between the two of us, not regretting a single thing that happened that night. I was fiddling with Michael's fingers that were loosely hanging onto my hand. I know that I wasn't going to be sleeping any time soon. I couldn't help but feel happy, complete in a way.

Michael shifted slightly in his sleep, repositioning his body to practically lying on top of mine. I would have loved his however he was crushing my arm. Sitting up slightly, I went to shove Michael slightly off my arm but he only pulled me back in tighter to his body as if he thought I was trying to leave him. Scoffing and shaking my head I tried again.

'What are you doing?' Michael mumbled, his voice groggy with sleep and from just waking up.

'You're crushing my arm.' I said and tried wriggling my arm emphasizing the fact that it was stuck.

'Sorry Love.' Michael shifted his body weight once more and finally I could move my arm. I smiled up at him which he happily returned. That is until he frowned in confusion at me. 'What the,' he muttered, releasing his arm from my waist and bringing his thumb up to my neck rubbing the skin in awe.

'What?' I questioned him trying to look down but was unable to see my neck.

'My mark.' He muttered now propping himself up on his arm. 'It's there.'

'What?' I questioned again this time fully sitting up to face him. Rubbing my fingers over my neck I felt no mark or any change in my skin texture.

'I didn't. I swear.' He said in disbelief shaking his head. 'I didn't mark you. At least not when we just had sex. I swear I didn't.' He muttered shaking his head side to side in disbelief. Finally he looked into my eyes as if it would find some kind of answer and I couldn't control that gasp.

'Your eyes. There brown again.' I smiled up at him happy that his wolf was finally at bay. Even though I was ecstatic about Michael finally returning to normal the mark appearing on my neck was playing in the back of my mind.

'What?' He hissed narrowing his eyes in confusion. 'What is happening? This is fucked up. My wolf feels at rest, my eyes are normal. All I want to do is protect you even more than I previously did and your mark had magically reappeared on your neck.' He pointed out listing that facts.

'If our bond didn't break properly,' he asked after a moment of silence. 'Did us sleeping together mean it healed? Like if you tear a muscle. It's never fully broken and after time it joins back together. What if mating joined the bond back together in a way?'

I stared at him for a moment, thinking about what he just said. It was a possibility and it made sense but I didn't know how I felt about it. I rejected him for a reason and fixing the bond just confused me of what I want.

'I-I, I don't know.' I stuttered. 'I don't regret what we did but I don't know if I want the bond back. I mean, I ended this for a reason.'

Michael looked down on me and frowned. 'The moon goddess fixed the bond for a reason. Maybe it was the self-doubt in the first place. Or maybe we need to be mates for our future fates. But either way, I'm not letting you break it again. This is my shot at a second chance and I'll fucking be dammed if I throw it away.' His voice started soft but slowly got angrier as he progressed, eventually to a point where he was standing up and only in his boxers and looking down on me.

RedOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora