Burned By Fate

CHAPTER 002

| LUCY |

Everything slows down and I am gasping for air. Pressing a hand to Louis or Louie's chest in an attempt to stop him.

It's burning down, everything is burning to the ground before me. I barely have a chance to get my thoughts in check.

Just looking at mate feels amazing but now I recognise the pain on his face, the betrayal. This s**t hurts more than anything I've ever experienced in my life.

No one could prepare you for this. f**k.

Fuck. f**k.

We're still just staring at each other as my p***y gets f****d.

He's hurt. He's so f*****g hurt. Beyond that. He's destroyed.

Then it hits me. His emotions. His deep f*****g emotions. Then the f*****g matebond, it collates and shatters around us like a glass vase. Pieces fall everywhere, impossible to fix because the damage is already done. It pierces my heart and begins to bleed inside my chest.

God. He's so painfully beautiful. Unlike any other wolf I've ever seen.

My eyes begin to sting because I can feel the bond glow in my veins, wrap around my heart and strangle it to a sensation of excruciating pain. Or maybe it's trying to kill me because I've been caught doing the worst thing imaginable.

Fucking another person in front of my mate.

Moments ago I thought matebonds meant s**t. But right now... I feel everything.

My throat constricts, pushing my hand into Louis or Louie chest with more force to stop him. "What's wrong?" He asks, slowing down and then removing his c**k altogether.

I jump up from the bed but my mate is already out of the door. "Wait!" I cry after him, collecting my clothes and rushing to put on my panties, skirt and then my shirt. But when I look down the hall, all I see is a swamp of people in bondage, latex or nothing at all.

"f**k," I curse under my breath.

My hands are shaking. Hell everything is shaking. I storm down the stairs, my eyes flicking over every person I can until they fall upon the back of sandy hair. I almost scream but I don't, I race towards him.

"Wait, stop." I beg. "Please."

He doesn't stop. Of course he doesn't.

"Please," I plead and lean forward to grip his shoulder.

I didn't expect sparks to shoot through my hand through the fabric of his t-shirt.

But he jumps back anyway and whips his head towards me, eyes are red and jaw is clenched. f**k, he's even more beautiful up close. Not the pretty boy kind but the absolutely mouthwatering handsome kind.

He's taller than me with broad shoulders and an impressive stance. He looks like a f*****g warrior and I'm inferior to him.

His lips are carved perfectly, and those high cheekbones and long dark lashes.

Now I realise that he has dark brown eyes, despite the fact they were dilated earlier. He looks mysterious and gorgeous all at once.

How have I never met this man before?

"Don't touch me," he snaps. "Get your disgusting hands off me."

I flinch at his tone and take a breath.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He scoffs and shakes his head. No, he's in utter disgust. Panic floods my mind, what am I meant to do? I can't catch my breath, my chest heaving like crazy.

"Sorry?"

My throat clenches but he doesn't notice.

"I didn'--"

"This shouldn't be how we met," he growls but the hurt is still evident. "We should have met at the park or in a f*****g committee meeting. Not here whilst you get your p***y f*****g ploughed by someone that you're not meant to spend the rest of your life with."

Tears are littering my eyes. My fingers turn numb and suddenly I feel lightheaded. How had I completely ignored what everyone told me about the bond? It feels amazing and it's nothing that can be explained.

How was I so f*****g naive?

"I-I didn-" my voice dies in my throat.

What am I even going to say? What is there to say?

He shakes his head at me in disbelief, folds his arms across his chest. I try to ignore the way his arms are filled out by his t-shirt but I can't, the skin looks soft and f**k. He has muscles and I am shattering all over again.

"You think I'm ever going to get that image out of my head?" He shouts, pressing his index finger to his temple.

"No I-"

"You think I can ever look at you again without thinking about the way you moaned for another f*****g man?"

"Please, I-"

He holds his hand up. "Stop. Just stop."

"Don't walk away from this," I beg pathetically, tears coating my cheeks.

I'll never be able to get the image of his face out of my head. Hurt. Devastated.

He steps back but I step forward. This situation is slipping from my fingers far too quickly and I don't know what to do to salvage it.

"I hate that you did this," he snarls.

"You've ruined everything. I waited for you. I f*****g waited for you and this is what I get?"

"No," my throat closes up. "I just need to explain."

He scoffs loudly. "Explain what?!" He roars and I flinch. "Explain that you love getting f****d by multiple guys? Explain that you love s*x parties? That you've probably slept with half the f*****g werewolf community."

I'm blinking so rapidly at his words that I'm going to crumble at my knees. I lick my damp lips. "But you're here too."

His eyes burn with fury. "Because my stupid friend dragged me here. Told me that I should release whatever I need whilst I waited for you. I only agreed to make him stop worrying about me. But I would never let anyone touch me before I met my mate. Yet for you..."

"Please, just give me a chance," I am sobbing at this point

My heart feels like it's been ripped out of my chest with my own hands, thrown onto the floor and trampled on by a thousand wolves. There is nothing left. I have no idea how I'm still alive.

"What chance?!" He laughs at the situation but it's far from funny. "This is all f****d up. There is no f*****g point."

"Don't," I step closer but he holds up a hand to stop me from moving any closer.

"Don't reject me. I need y-"

He laughs louder this time. "You need me? Clearly it doesn't look like it."

I flinch from his tone but he doesn't react. It hurts to look at him. To know that I've hurt him and I might have just ruined everything in my future. How did I think s*x would make me happy forever?

Now that I've met him, everything has changed. My life has done a full three sixty with a blink of an eye and now I realise all my priorities have been wrong.

So f*****g wrong.

"I never wanted to hurt you," my lips tremble.

His jaw tenses when he looks to my mouth. "I think we're past hurt. It's f*****g destroyed. And there is no going back."

"There is," I exhale slowly. "Just please. I am sorry."

"You don't get to call the shots," his eyes narrow angrily. "You f****d up."

He takes three large steps backwards but I don't chase him. I don't want to push him away any more. If this situation is fixable in any way.

I want to reach out to him and touch his skin with mine but I refrain.

This is what I do, f**k everything up before I get a chance at experiencing the good stuff.

"I need to go," he lowers his head, refusing to look at me for a second more.

"Don't," I whisper but he's gone before I say anything more.

I stand in the same spot, staring at the position he was just in. I'm seconds away from breaking down, my wolf whipping and crawling inside me to go after him.

He's devastated but there is no competition with my heart.

It's no longer there. It's long gone and now I feel empty.

Worthless. I am nothing. I've always been nothing.

A w***e. A stupid f*****g w***e who craves attention and affection from others.

Fuck. f**k. f**k.

I should have listened to Monica and Jacob. I should have believed them when they said the matebond is like no other, beyond anything magical on this Earth.

And I hate myself more every second I think about it.

"Lucy?" I hear Emily’s voice from behind me.

I can't turn because I'm staring endlessly at the position my mate was just standing in. I don't even know his name.

I don't even know his name.

A hand clamps over my shoulder and I flinch. Emily steps around me and walks into my view, his eyes roam my face and his expression slacks. "What's happened?"

"I-" I clench my eyes. "He-" Nothing comes out of my mouth.

"Hey," she draws me into a hug. "Did someone hurt you?"

No. I want to scream. I'm the one who did the hurting and now I am broken beyond belief.

I sob onto her shoulder and clench, harder than I've ever gripped anything in my life. Anything to get this pain inside my chest to subside but it won't, not until I somehow get him to talk to me.

This is what I deserve. Years of fun for a moment of utter heartbreak that will last a lifetime.

What if I can never fix it?