My Lost Rejected Mate

Chapter Ten-Talamh's POV

As I walked back into the house, I could feel Ryder's eyes watching me. As of the moment, I didn't care. All I wanted to do was sleep. After five days of hunting vampire's with no sleep, I was exhausted. I slowly make my way up the stairs and into the room that Ryder put me in. I walk into the closet and look for a long shirt. Seeing none, I sigh and walk out into the hallway, and across it to Ryder's room. I walk inside and go straight to the closet. I open a drawer and grab the first shirt I see. I walk back into the hallway, and into my room. I turn around and lock the door. I walk over to the bathroom and walk inside. I lock that door too. I open a cabinet and look for a razor. Its just medicine. I close that one and open another. 'Yes!' I think. I turn on the sink and the fan so that there's noise. I run my thumb over the blade, testing its sharpness. I feel a tiny pinch, and I look at my thumb. It's bleeding. I smile. I turn my arm over and place the very tip of the blade on my left arm. I slowly slide the blade across and wince slightly at the pain. I do it three times more on it. I put the blade in my left hand, and run it four times on my right arm. I watch as my blood runs down arms. I heard the bedroom door handle wiggle, with somebody trying to enter. I quickly put the razor back into the cabinet. since I'm already naked, I hop in the shower and turn on the water. I wince from the cold that's running down my cut arms. I hear a shatter and seconds later, I hear a knock on the door.

"Talamh? Are you in there?" Ryder's voice asks from the other side of the door. I sigh in annoyance then answer.

"Yes! I'm in the shower, now leave me alone." I yell.

I hear him sigh, then moments later, I hear tiny little creaks of bed springs moving. Great. I thought. He's going to sleep in my room. 'well, duh! He's our mate!' My wolf tells me. I roll my eyes and put shampoo in my hair. As I'm running the shampoo in my hair, I jump when I hear loud banging on the door. I start to get irritated and the temperature in the bathroom drops a few degrees.

"What do you want? I'm busy!" I snap at him.

"Why do I smell blood?" He asks.

I internally roll my eyes before answering."Because I was covered in it." I hear more pounding on the door.

" Why do I smell fresh blood??" He accents the word fresh. "I accidentally opened a scratch wound." I lied. I feel a sudden rush of anger and fear, and my vision starts to blur, as the shower floor rushes up to meet me. The last thing I remember is the bathroom door getting kicked open and I pass out.

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