Chapter 17
CICELY
What sort of alpha sees his mate upset and crying and just leaves? He felt my distress enough to rush to me, yet stood there like a deer in headlights before leaving. Just… leaving!
He’s doing a bang-up job of making sure I know just how messed up he is.
I need out of here. I’m going for a run.
I peel my wet clothes off and toss them to the camping chair outside the camper before I shift and sprint deeper into the woods.
I run fast, I run hard, and astonishingly, I skid to a halt just in time because I find myself staring at a valley below, and though it’s not as dramatic of a ledge, the wind hits just like it did in my dream.
I turn and look over my shoulder. No, he’s not behind me. He didn’t follow. And though it’s good this isn’t about to end the way it did in my nightmare, that isn’t much consolation.
I hate this angsty shit. I don’t want to be the sort who’s mad at her man for not considering her feelings. I would never have imagined myself to be the sort who sits around waiting for her guy to come to his senses.
I’m strong. I’m confident. I don’t take shit, and I don’t suffer fools.
And I figured it was one of the reasons Fate matched us.
Because he needs someone strong, someone who won’t just run away in fear of his demons, who won’t easily give up on him.
But this mate of mine is frustrating the shit out of me.
I should go home tonight. Sleep in my own bed. See how everything feels in the morning.
Yeah. I think that’s exactly what I need to do.