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Why was my life so bloody difficult?
From the very beginning nothing was how it was supposed to be. My very own parents abandoned me to die in a forest and when I finally given a chance to be loved and cherished even that had its limitation- a sterile glass box for one. And then when all hope was gone and I was succumbing to the end, another second chance in the form of a mate.
And now, even that was gone.
Fate was a bitch and she was playing a very cruel game.
"It will be fine sweetie, everything's going to be fine." My mother was trying her hardest to comfort me but even her sweet words were doing nothing to ease my broken heart.
I stared out of the window.
He had actually gone. For real, he had actually climbed back into his Jeep, followed by the two guards and they had actually driven off, leaving me staring after him like some helpless puppy.
How fucking dare he?
Only a day ago he was begging me not to leave him. I could still remember the look on his face when he was holding me tight at the thought that I would leave him and what did the asshole do- he left me.
I didn't even realise how angry I was, my hands fisted at my side, gritting my teeth.
"I'm fine Mum." I grind out as I turn away from the window and march back to my bedroom and unintentionally, blinded by my anger, I slammed the door shut behind me.
I'm fine. I'm totally fine, I repeat to myself as I pace my room.
I don't care if he's gone, I don't care that my heart sank when I saw him leave. I just don't care. I flopped down on my bed, my eyes burning. I quickly raised my hand to my eyes and wipe the rogue tear that was trying to escape.
Hell no! I wasn't going to cry. Why would I cry, this is exactly what I wanted. I'm back home with my family and friends.
But my mind flipped back to Alpha Stones final words and they kept replaying in my head like a broken record.
I pull myself up and stare at the wall ahead.
Everytime i think we are going in the right direction, we always end up taking two steps back. The moment I feel that there could possibly be something between Alpha Stone and I, something happens and we both get angry at each other and then that moment is gone again.
It's the mate bond, I insist when I suddenly find myself missing him.
"Hey." I look up to Gemma as she walks in. There's a worried look on her face and it just makes me annoyed.
"I heard what ha-"
"I'm fine." I interrupt before she can even finish her sentence, "honestly Gem, I've never been better." I lie.
Gemma sits down next to me and I'm aware she knows that I'm lying but she's not sure what to say to make me feel better.
"He's gone." she whispers and I force my eyes close. No Gemma, that is the exact opposite of what you should be saying if you want me to feel better, I think internally.
I turn to my best friend.
"Listen, I'm being serious. I don't care that he's gone- in fact thank goodness for it." My mind replays what Alpha Stone said to me before he left and I say the same to Gemma, "my life was fine before him and it will be fine without him."
Gemma nods but she doesn't hide her doubt.
"It's ok to hurt." she comforts, reaching over to give me a hug, but I push her aside.
I burst out laughing but there is nothing funny about how I was feeling, "Seriously Gem, it's not like I was in love with the guy. I'll be fine."
Little did I know, I was definitely not going to be fine.
★★
A week had passed and it felt like an eternity.
Life seemed to be passing on slow motion and every action I did drained me of energy. Even waking up in the morning was too much effort recently.
"Evelyn Kronex, enough is enough!" my mother snapped as she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of bed.
I groaned, trying to pull away from my mother's strong hold.
"No Mum," I moaned like a child, "I just want to sleep."
"You've been sleeping for the last week and I've had enough watching you waste away, feeling sorry for yourself." my mother scolded and her angry eyes made me feel like she was burning holes into me.
"I'm just so tired." I beg but she wasn't listening. Before i could even react, she pulled me into the shower and turned it on, cold water blasting me making me yell out in shock.
"Arghh!!!" I scream trying to slip away from the icy water but my mother was holding me tight with her werewolf strength.
Once I had calmed down and accepted the fact that I was going nowhere I stood still, letting the water pelt all over me and I couldn't help the tears that fell, masked in the water from the shower.
I felt my mother's arms wrap around my body and she turned me around so I lay my head on her chest, sobbing so hard my body was shaking.
"Shhh, baby.." she whispered, stroking my soaking wet hair, "you are going to be alright."
Her words didn't stop my crying but they did ignite inside me the first little sliver of hope I had for the first time in the past week.
★★
I was sitting at the dining table, swirling my spoon in the bowl of soup, but not actually eating. I didn't have an appetite and even if I did, I lacked the energy to even raise my hand to my mouth.
"This isn't good." My mother said aloud, she wasn't speaking to me but more to my father who was also sitting across from me, a serious look on his face. I know deep inside he was seriously regretting the way he treated Alpha Stone, part of him blamed himself, thinking he was the reason Alpha Stone had left.
"Eve." Somewhere in the back of my mind I could hear my father calling me, but I wasn't listening. Instead I was transfixed on the bowl of soup, stirring the spoon continuously in a trance.
"Eve." his voice was stronger and accompanied by his large hand that reached over and curled over my own hand holding the spoon. It broke me away from my daze and I looked up.
"You're withering away Princess." he said sadly, his eyes glazed as they looked over me.
In the past few days I had eaten little to nothing, only managing to choke back something when my mother forced food into my mouth, and so I had halved in body size. I caught my reflection this morning once I had got out of the shower and all I could see was protruding bones and a very sunken looking face.
I didn't say anything, turning my attention back to the bowl.
My father grabbed by face gently with his hand and turned my head so I was looking back at him.
"I think you need to go back to him."
Him.
It was obvious who Him was and suddenly even at the vague mention of Alpha Stone my heart stirred in my chest but the stubborn part of me rejected the mere thought of going back.
"No." I said sternly, but my throat was so dry it came out more as a weak croak.
I found myself pushing the bowl away and walking away back to my room.
"Don't you dare go back to your room young lady!" My mother shouted from the table and in order not to deal with her anger I switched my route and ended up walking outside and headed toward the garden swing.
★★
Taking a seat, I felt drained from walking even the small distance from the dining room to the garden.
I breathe out a sigh and leaned back, closing my eyes, feeling the cold air blow through my hair.
What happened to me? I can't help but ask myself. How did I let myself go like this?
I was adamant that I would be fine and that the effects of the mate bond wouldn't touch me. But I was wrong- so bloody wrong.
The night he left I was fine. So completely fine i was tricked into thinking it was going to be easy. And then the next day I couldn't even get out of bed. I wasn't in any physical pain, it was just mental. I just had no energy, my muscles wouldn't-couldn't move, no matter how hard I willed it and my head just felt empty.
"You look like death." Gemma's familiar voice came. Even for her, my bestest friend, I barely had any energy. All I wanted to do was curl up in my bed and sleep.
Both my parents and Gemma could see me deteriorate but there was nothing they could do to help.
"I can feel your bones." she said as she places an arm across my shoulders. I didn't say anything. I was too busy trying to pull together the energy to even keep my eyes open.
"It would have been better if he had rejected you." Gemma finally says, her voice strained with pain, "at least then you wouldn't be suffering like this."
My hands tremble as I reach for hers, interwinning out fingers together.
"I'm fi-"
"Don't you dare!" Gemma snaps with anger, "Don't you dare say you are fine, or god help me I will strangle you to death here and now."
I force a smile.
"Stop being stubborn Eve and please just go back. You're just killing yourself here." she pleads.
I close my eyes and lean my head on her shoulder. Death would be a grateful escape, I think.
★★
Somehow I end up back in my bed, so when I wake up in the night in a sudden cold sweat I'm momentarily disoriented.
I practically fall out of bed as i try to get up and my crumbled body moves up and down as I sob. It was too much now, not only was I exhausted mental, my body was starting to burn in pain. I couldn't do it anymore.
I need him.
Somehow I end up crawling to my parents room, my body unable to even hold my weight and gather all my energy to bang against their door. The flames within my body only burning stronger.
My father opened the door, his eyes immediately locking in on my body.
"Eve?" his worried voice wakes my mother who joins him quickly.
"I nee-d- i need hi-him.." I beg, my voice barely a whisper but my parents already knew what I was talking about.
My father didn't hide his distaste at the mention of Alpha Stone but he pushed it aside and quickly gathered me in his arms and rushed out to the car, my mother following closely.
She sat in the back with me, holding me tight.
It was so incredibly painful now, more painful than anything I had ever endured before and I knew the only relief would be when I was back with him. I fisted my hands around my mothers shirt, clutching so tight to distract me from the pain.
I could feel my father push down on the accelerator, hitting impossible speeds, but it still wasn't fast enough and I screamed in pain, writhing around on the leather seats.
I wondered if I would die before we would even get to the pack, that's how much pain I was under.
In my haze, I could hear my mother shouting at my father, telling him to go faster. Her arms tightened around my body and if I hadn't been in so much pain I would have been riddled with guilt for making her worry so much.
It wasn't even an hour into the journey when I ended up passing out because of the pain. In all honesty it was my saving grace. I don't think I would have even made it if I hadn't been unconscious.
★★
Strangely I woke up before we even got to the pack. It was almost as if my body recognised we were close.
My eyes fluttered open and body reacted before my mind did and i jumped out of the car before my father had even parked. I could hear my parents call out for me but i was listening.
I just need him.
Perhaps he knew I was coming, because there was not even a single guard in front of the open pack gates. It was almost an invitation, one that I fully accepted as i ran towards the pack house, unsure about where this sudden energy had come from.
Only hours ago I could hardly keep my eyes open and now I was running as fast as I could go back to a place I was desperate to leave, back to a person I
was desperate to forget.
And there he was.
I had just made it through the gates, still a distance away from the front of the house but I could see him, clear as day despite the darkness of the night.
There he was. Alpha Stone.
Part of me reveled in the fact that he looked as distraught and half dead as I did but part of me didn't care, I just wanted the pain to stop.
He started walking towards me, slowly at first and then noticing me running towards him, he started sprinting , both of us desperate for each other.
He reached me first, stopping abruptly when he was an arms reach away. I stopped too, but only because I couldn't breathe and I was so out of breath from running to him.
Why did he stop?
His eyes are quickly roaming over my body, from my sunken cheeks to my dishevelled hair and skeleton thin body. His eyes meet mine again and I realise what's going on.
He's giving me the chance to decide on what to do next.
And this time I don't hesitate.
I fling my arms around his neck and practically jump on top of him, his arms immediately wrapping around my bottom, lifting me up and holding me tight.
His effect on me is immediate and all the pain and agony dissipate so quickly I wonder if they were even there to begin with. The sparks collide as we hold each other tightly, his breath hot on the side of my neck as he inhales hard and for the hundredth-thousand time in the last four days I cry again, but this time they are happy tears.
A thought flashes through my mind and at first I try to deny it but it sticks out like a lighthouse in a storm.
I'm finally home.
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