Cursed Love

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Tommy's POV

It was now Friday night, and the atmosphere in the house has changed. Zoey has barely been at the house. According to what I heard her brother's say, she's been at the training facility, working to the point of passing out. She was shutting herself off. It's what she did when her mother, Rosa, died.

I felt so guilty. How could I not? She was my mate. I was originally overjoyed I'd finally found my mate. For just a second. I was too damaged for Zoey. I was too old for her. I loved Zoey, I did. She was an amazing, beautiful, strong girl. I just couldn't be with her. She reminded me of her mother too much. A spitting image of her.

Rosa was about 15 years older than me. She was such and amazing, beautiful person. Rosa would babysit me as a kid. She helped me with homework, and advice. She was my best friend. She was my best friend and I was secretly in love with her. She might not have been my mate, but I loved her. When she died, I was devastated.

I know about the Henry mate curse and I was sure Zoey would find a mate other than me. A mate that would love her. I couldn't be him. I couldn't look at Zoey and not see Rosa. I had to make Zoey hate me enough to reject me. I didn't deserve her. I couldn't do the deed myself, I just couldn't. My wolf was constantly fighting for control. He was getting restless. He didn't like how I was treating Zoey, and honestly I didn't either. It was what needed to be done.

A heard the door slam downstairs, pulling me from my thoughts. I listened intently as Zoey walked up the stairs. I could feel her presence as she walked past my room, heading toward hers. 

"Stay calm Zoey. Control, it's everything you've worked towards. Control. In and out." I heard her whispering to herself. My heart pounded in my chest, hearing her voice. I quietly got up from my bed and made my way to the door. I opened it and stuck my head out. She had her head pressed to the wall, her eyes closed. She was struggling for control, which was unusual to see. Zoey was always so adamant on being the best. Being in control at all times.

Her head snapped to mine and I could see her eyes flickering from their beautiful brown to gold. We stood there, eyes locked, for about a minute before the gold took over. Zoey's wolf had taken hold of the body. She walked over to me, swaying her hips. I stood frozen, entranced. She stopped a few inches from me, touching my face. The mate sparks graced my skin

"Why do you hurt me, my mate?" She asked, staring me in my eyes. "Don't you want to love me?" My wolf roared in my head. He wanted control. I could barely hold him at bay. I knew my eyes were starting to flicker black.

"Let him out." She whispered her gravely voice weakening my resolve. "Let him free." I submitted to the request and my wolf came into the forefront of my consciousness, pushing me to the back to watch the scene unfold.

"My mate it's good to see you in person without my stupid human interfering." My wolf said, his voice deeper than my own.

"Yes, he's been hurting me. I had to make sure you didn't feel that same." Zoey said. I felt an ache in my heart. I've been hurting her.

"I'm sorry, mate. I'd never want you to feel any pain." He said, pulling her close. "You are so precious. So beautiful." He pulled her head to his. Their foreheads touching. I closed my eyes reveling at the feeling.

"I love you, mate." She whispered and pressed her lips to his. He kissed back with a hunger, enjoying the feeling I was denying him. She tried to take control of the kiss, but he didn't like that. He growled and pushed her against the wall, taking control. Her moan flow moan fueled him to deepen this kiss. He gripped her hips, and started kissing down her neck. She moaned louder as he kissed where he would mark her.

No. I can't let this continue. I pulled my wolf back and gained control. I pulled myself off of Zoey. Her wolf looked at me confused, until she noticed my eyes back at their normal color. "No." I said and rushed into my room, slamming the door closed, and leaned against the door breathing hard. Whoo, I need a cold shower.

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Tommy is such an i***t.

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