What’s Left Of Me

Is this real?

Chapter Six: Is this real?

POV: Eric 

After leaving Hazel for two minutes to get Cotton Candy I had a bed feeling. I turned to look where I left her and she was gone. I quickly turned around and went back to where I left her. She was nowhere to be found. I followed her scent to a table. Her purse is here but she is not. 

Taking her bag with me I walk a bit further into the darkness. I hear screaming….The screaming made my blood go cold. It was my mate. I run as fast as my feet could carry me. What I see makes my wolf take over.

Why? WHY did Booker have to be such a Pervert? WHY DID HE HAVE TO CHOOSE MY MATE? 

I didn’t have a choice, my wolf forced me aside. He took over. Watching from the back my wolf picked up Hazel. She shoved her head in between our neck. It felt so comforting. My wolf though loving it, wasn’t letting me have back control. 

I have a bad feeling about it. 

He put our mate into the car and buckled her up. She was looking straight forward not looking at us. It makes my wolf annoyed, but I understand. My wolf drove us back to the packhouse. 

We got out of the car and he grabs her by the hand as we get to the door. He says something that grabs my attention, “I know what I need to do to keep you safe.” 

My mate mutters, “What do you mean?” Just like that my wolf latches on to her neck marking her as ours. 

That’s when the demon let me have control back. I held my passed out mate in my hand, she was awake long enough too let out a few tears and say, “Why?” 

I’ve never in my life felt more ashamed, then just what happened. I had no control over this situation. My wolf is satisfied with himself, until he sees our crying passed out mate. I take her to our room, I slip her into my shirt and unzip her dress underneath slipping it off of her. 

No, I’m not a perv. 

Yes, I’ve thought about being with my mate but I couldn’t do that to her. I don’t know how she will react when she wakes up. I link Elijah to bring me my work to the room, I’m not leaving her side. 

***Two Days Later***

It’s been days and she is still asleep. I called the pack doctor, he said that she was in shock and will wake up anytime now. I check her shoulder, the first day it looked nasty. It looked that way because she didn’t consent to it. It’s slowly looking the way it’s supposed to because, subconsciously she and her wolf are accepting it. 

That’s what the Doctor told me anyway. I still can’t believe everything that has happened this past week. I even have some news on her parents company, I just need more information from her. I feel like we might have to go to New York sooner than I expected. 

Well that’s if she wants anything to do with me after she wakes up. Even though I marked her, she can still Reject me. It will take time for my mark to remove itself but it’s still possible. I feel gross so I put my laptop and papers down. I walk to my mate and plant a kiss on her forehead. I make my way into the bathroom to take a shower. 

I spend a hour showering off the past few days, I come out with a clear mind ready to face whatever is going to be thrown at me. I wrap my towel around me, I forgot my clothes so I walk into the bedroom. I see movement in the covers, my wolf and I perk up. I’ve long forgotten, clothes. 

My mate sits up and I’m stunned, she looks around the room and her eyes land on me. Her eyes go black, but not with lust or want. No, with anger. She reaches to the bed side table and places her hand on the alarm clock. 

Me thinking she is just want to know what time it is, I tell her is 12:45. She growls and rips the clock from the wall and throws it at me. She goes for the bedside lamp next she chunks it at me, flying at warp speed. I manage to doge it and it smashes against the wall behind me. 

She slowly gets from the bed. She walks around the bed away from me. She starts ripping our room to shreds. It finally hits me, it’s her wolf. Her wolf is angry. I put my hands up in surrender, when I did that my towel fell. 

Hazel turned to me and growls. Slowly, she walks to me. We are finally face to face, she bends down and grabs my towel. What’s most impressive, she kept eye contact with me the whole time. 

She hands me the towel, and then walks past me to the bathroom. She shuts and locks the door behind her. It takes a minute but I feel unbearable sadness come through our mate bond. I don’t know what to do or how to react.

POV: Hazel

I woke up, I never have been so confused in my life. This all feels like a bad dream. My wolf awakes just as fast as I did. She took over, immediately so much anger. 

She growled, “Mate marked us without our consent.” This makes me sad. 

I trusted he would have given me the choice. I bring myself back to the present and she is throwing things at our mate and is trashing our bedroom. Our mate accidentally drops his towel, she hands him his towel. 

His eyes are pleading with me. This make me come forward and pushes my wolf back, her anger is subsiding. I go into the bathroom and lock the door. I strip and get into the shower. That’s when my walls come crumbling down. I cry my heart out. When I get out, I sit on the wooden bench outside the shower. 

Wrapped in my towel, I start to cry again. I feel warmth around me. Eric some how got in here. He is hugging me tightly. I break down and cry even more in his arms. Though he did break my heart, feeling the loss of my family over takes that. 

Being nearly killed, and taken advantage of, over takes anything he could do to me. I’m not mad at him, which surprises me. I’m just in shock at everything that has happened to me in the past week. 

I hear him whisper, “ I’m sorry, I’m so so so sorry. I never in my life wanted to hurt you. I’m ashamed.” 

I pull back and wipe my eyes and nose. I already know my face is red as a tomato. I look him in the eyes, and place my hand gently on his jaw. I examine face and he is being genuine. Since he is, I should be too. 

“To tell you the truth, I’m not mad. I’m just sad that you and your wolf would do that. But I would have probably done the same, if I were in your shoes. I’m missing my family. Family means the world to me, you are the closest thing to family I have right now.” 

He kisses my head and hugs me to his chest. He gets me on elf his clean shirts and some of my shorts. Soon as I open the bathroom door, she sweeps me off of my feet. He takes us to the couch. Sitting in his lap, we both eat lunch and cuddle up together. I have a feeling things aren’t going to get any easier from here but I guess we will have to wait and see.