The Broken

The Mate Pull

Killian pov

I woke up not knowing what had come over me, feeling the need to go to the kitchen. I slowly crawled out of bed looking at the clock on my nightstand. The clock read 2:20 am, as I slowly walked towards the kitchen. Skylyn's captivating scent fills the air and I walked quietly trying not to startle her, as I walked into the kitchen, stopping in the doorway. The kitchen is dark, but her smile lights up the dark, dimly lit room. She looks suddenly as she sits on the island eating and gazing out the window. She was lost in her thoughts watching the wind blow through the trees and felt the pull to be closer as she walked to the chair next to her sitting down. She must have been deep in thought because I had startled her when I sat down she quickly turned to look at me with her stunning green eyes gazing into mine. "Killian," she said with a hint of nervousness in her voice "sorry I didn't mean to scare you," I said in a quiet soft tone as she bites her lip" Sorry, I should go; I didn't realize anyone else was awake" she quickly scrambles up to leave, suddenly I fell the urge to stay close to her "wait...stay, "I said without thinking. I grabbed her hand, feeling the sudden urge to be closer to her as sparks danced across my skin from the feeling of her skin on me; I wondered if she felt the same. She nods in response as she blushes, her cheeks becoming a beautiful shade of pink. She stopped suddenly beside me. "Just sit and talk, please," I said with a hint of desperation, not wanting her to leave my side. Neither of us pulled our hands away from the other. As I was looking at her with her head down, looking at the ground, when she said, "I thought you didn't care about me," her words cut like a knife in my chest, holding her hand tighter. Slowly she lifts her head, gazing into my eyes, looking as if she was afraid of my response." I know I don't show how I feel and act cold most of the time. Still, I do care about you deeply," I said as she looked shocked at my response. It's true, I care about her a lot; I always feel the need to be close to her, just wanting to wrap my arms around her. I don't know why, but I feel a pull in my soul to be with her at all times. Still, I always kept my distance, not knowing how she felt, scared that if I told her that she wouldn't feel the same, scared that if she left, my soul would be crushed never feeling happiness again.

I started feeling this way when I first saw her

On the day of the accident, we were driving to meet one of my parents' friends

When we saw rubble littering the road, my parents stopped the car and immediately ran out to see if anyone could be helped. I followed after them, my eyes landing on the beautiful little girl that was broken and covered in dirt and blood, holding onto her little blanket as my mom spoke to her, pulling her into a tight embrace

her beautiful green eyes, the light in the dark, staring into mine.

As I was brought back to the present moment and looked at Skylyn sitting beside me, biting her lip and looking down at the island. Neither of us knew what to say when I broke the silence. We talked about the weather, training and her birthday, which she was not excited about. Still holding each other's hands for a few hours before deciding it was time to go to bed. We walked hand in hand; once we got to her bedroom door, I felt a bit saddened that I would have to let go of her hand, but as her hand slipped out of mine, her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink again, her hand running along the back of her neck. As she turned around, placing a hand on the nob to turn it, I felt a sudden urge. This time I wasn't going to fight it. I placed my hand on her waist, spinning her around and crashing my lips down on hers. At first, she stood there, stiff, not knowing what to do, till she melted in my arms. Leaning into my embrace, I pulled her closer to feel her whole body wrapped around mine as her hands wrapped around my neck, my hand moving lower on her back, the feeling of her skin on mine sending fireworks exploding through my entire body. I wanted to pull open the door and throw her on the bed, making her mine, but I couldn't. I didn't want her to regret anything in the morning; things would come with time. I slowly pulled away, resting my forehead on hers, our faces mere millimetre’s apart. I could feel her staggered breathing on my lips. We stayed like that for a few minutes till we steady our breath, still not wanting to pull away from her but knowing I had to before my wolf took over wanting to Mark her "you should get some rest, sky," kissing her softly one more time before pulling away, slowly, feeling the loss of her warmth. I slowly walked to my room, I heard her door shut, and ran my finger over my lips as I crawled into bed, replaying what had just happened in my head till I drifted off to sleep.