Adonis seems focused on reading. Although, I get the feeling that he's just pretending like he hasn't seen me walk in.
On my part, I'm struggling to compose myself and steady my wild heartbeat. The mate pull is already trying to invade my mind, and now Lulu can't keep quiet. She is beginning to disturb my head.
As much as I like to feel human, I have to admit this as another thing that distinguishes our genetic from the average human. They don't know what it feels like to have a second identity who happens to be a talking wolf inside your head.
Today I'm not going to allow this Greek God to annoy me like what happened yesterday. I'm going to make sure I put him in his rightful place. This place is our packhouse. He has no right to bully me in my own home.
{And if I hear you two exchanging any bickering today, I will have to call Lucas.}
Recalling Sandra's threat makes me hold back my urge to say the next thing on my mind. I wanted to ask why he left so suddenly yesterday, but maybe bringing the past might ruin the mood here.
"So you read Manga," I say, trying to make peace with him. "You are full of surprises."
"What's so surprising in reading Manga?" He asks, his voice cold as ice while he raises his eyes and looks at me for the first time.
"You just don't look like the type that read stuff like that."
He throws me a stern look, "Stuffs like that. . . Hm, sounds like one of those Xenophobic opinions."
"Excuse me, do not put words in my mouth. I have read and enjoyed a few Mangas years ago. I'm not that kind of person who looks down on Manga." I say in my attempt to defend myself. He doesn't even know that I used to love Manga.
"Why so defensive then. You should calm—"
"I'm not being defensive. I'm calm." I cut in sharply. But the pitch of my voice contradicts my words. {And if I hear you two exchanging any bickering today, I will have to call Lucas.} "I mean, I'm just stating a fact here." I added, lowering my voice as I remember the threats again.
"What fact were you stating exactly?"
Seriously I can't stand the way he talks to me. "Forget it. I shouldn't be having this conversation with such an obtuse guy like you."
"Think whatever you want, if it's about me. What I can't stand is listening to your unsolicited Xenophobic opinions."
"Such an insensitive jerk as a Mate. I'm unfortunate in life." I blurt out the words out of annoyance, and the look that comes from Adonis instantly makes my heart feel unsteady.
"Mate huh? You're kidding yourself for believing that we're Mates."
"We are. Stop being hypocritical, I know you feel it too. I saw how you looked at me yesterday when you felt it."
"I looked at the lizard on your window, not you."
A lizard? I will laugh at this ridiculous remark if I were reading it in a fictional novel, but what the heck! I want to smack that moist-looking mouth of his that is so full of bad language and sarcasm.
"You are a hypocrite. Yesterday, you made it sound like you saw me peeking out the window."
"I saw you don't imply that I looked at you the way you seemed to be hoping I did. That's a bunch of girl fantasy you got in your head. Now bring out your Maths textbook. I don't have much time to spare on you."
"Are you rejecting me? If you are, then you need to do it properly."
He rolls his eyes, "I did not feel the attraction for you to be qualified to accept any rejection. I did not feel a thing."
Why does he have to emphasize that?
I'm not forcing him to like me or something. What right do I even have?
I already know the reason why he won't accept me. It should be clear enough. I blurt out a short laugher. You know that kind of laugh that just comes out of nowhere. And I did not laugh because of what he said, it's because I find my self-loathing voice laughable:
Come on, Wendy. Do you think you stand a chance at finding a romantic partner in your life? Who will want to be Mate with a girl with rotten kidneys? You know what? Your body can’t even do those natural things like answering the call of nature. You’re surviving on a machine and you can’t even do that forever. Sandra will not stay by your side forever. She’ll want to get married and live happily with her Mate, have her kids and eventually forget you. You’re too sick to take care of yourself that’s why you smell like piss, and Sandra is tired of washing your ass when you’re not even a baby anymore. You shouldn’t be so naive to expect anyone to want you as a Mate. You’re f*****g dying, girl, get a hold of your mind and face your reality.
I raise a finger and wipe a teardrop that accidentally escapes my eye. It's nothing, I'm not that kind of girl who wants attention. But heck, those darn tears are not ready to stop pouring.
Am I pitying myself now?
There's another voice in my head:
Wendy? You’re supposed to be like the badass wonder woman. It doesn’t matter if you can’t use a toilet because very soon, you’re going to get a Kidney donor and have your surgery. There’s light at the end of every dark tunnel, and you’re going to survive this because you’re the badass Wendy.
"We can start the lesson." I hop onto the other end of the bed and unload the study materials in my backpack.
Adonis doesn't stop looking at me even for a second. I can feel his eyes on me. I hope I didn't give him the wrong impression by letting those few drops escape my eye. It was an accident. I'm not being a crybaby.
"Breakfast for two." Sandra comes in at the right moment, holding a tray in her hand. "Adonis, the sandwich is yours. And Wendy, your regular smoothie and eggs. Eat before you start your lessons. I'll be back for the tray."
•
{Sandra’s P.O.V.}
There are tears in Wendy's eyes by the time I walk into the room to give them breakfast. I heard everything at the door and I think Adonis has gone a little bit too far in his savagery. But if he's her Mate, then I'm not supposed to meddle, there's nothing I can do to make him like her.
I hope that by working together, they will learn to love themselves or at least appreciate one another and try to get along. That's how we started with Lucas. He said he didn't feel any mate pull for me, but eventually, he was the one who came crawling back into my embrace. That was after he couldn't resist the mate pull any longer.
Destiny has its ways of bending people to act the way they should.
I want Wendy to be happy now that she's found her Mate. Life has never been fair for her ever since the day she was born. Wendy doesn't know what it feels like to live a normal, healthy life because she hasn't been opportune to experience a state of complete wellbeing. Even when her disease went into remission, she has always suffered from this excruciating leg pain as a result of nerve damage in her left leg. Her endurance level is just so heartbreaking for me to watch.
If you look carefully enough at Wendy, you'll see the swell in her feet and ankles, but she doesn't complain anymore even when she's in pain. The night she suffered from a severe infection, I found her in her room at 2:34 am, curled up in a fetal position. She was breathing through her mouth, her eyes-lids fluttering nonstop. The sight was heartbreaking and even the blind will be able to feel that yes, Wendy was in pain.
What surprised me was that her phone was right beside her bed, and the emergency bell was also above her bed. She could've called me, or pressed the bell to call anyone.
It was like she wanted to die alone in her bed that night. We really could've lost Wendy. My baby girl, I see her as the little sister I never have.
Now I don't care that Lucas is pressurizing me to get married, I will never agree to get married when my girl has still not gotten a donor. Lucas will have to wait until Wendy gets her surgery.
He didn't want to give her a kidney, and I know it's his body, he has the right to choose what he wants to do with it. But sometimes, I despise Lucas and wish that he wasn't my Mate.
Wendy's parents are not responsible people in my eyes. They're always too busy taking a trip around the world for peacekeeping and whatsoever when their female child is painfully dying.
I have a feeling they wouldn't have taken things lightly if Lucas was the one with Wendy's disease. The future Alpha of the white wolves pack has got to be healthy by all means. I feel like in their eyes, Wendy is just a second child: a second priority, if you know what I mean by this.