Cold [Book One]

Chapter Two

~Tyler~

I wanted to leave. My wolf and I both wanted to leave. Mates were hard to not forgive, but my wolf was extremely upset. Maybe Xavier didn't straight out reject us, but he wasn't helping by keeping us here and ignoring me. I was ready to run, but if I did, who knows what would happen.

I got up from the bed, my stomach growling. Xavier was already down there cooking, and I saw pancakes and bacon. I mentally moaned at the amazing looking food. He turned to me with a plate in his hands.

"Eat." Xavier pushed a plate of food toward me, and I happily obliged. I was starving.

"What are we doing today?" I asked with a mouthful of pancakes. I didn't really care about manners in front of him, he didn't like me anyway.

"You'll be going with my mother and sister for wedding arrangements." I nodded.

"What about you?" I asked quietly looked down at my plate of half-eaten pancakes.

"I have a business that doesn't concern you." He said, not making eye contact with me.

"I am your mate. Your business is my business."

"No. It isn't. Just because I am your mate, doesn't give you any permission to know my business." He glared at me, but I didn't back down. My wolf was yelling at me to submit to our mate, but I refused. No one talked to me like this. Not even my stupid mate.

"I suggest you stand down Tyler. Or otherwise, you'll get hurt." I growled at him. That seemed to push him off the edge. He stood up and his eyes turned pitch black.

"Seems like I need to teach my mate a lesson." I got up from my chair and backed away from him. Maybe I shouldn't have ticked him off.

[Told you so, but no one ever listens to me] My wolf said to me through our link.

{Shut up. I didn't think he'd get pissed. I was just standing up for myself.}

[Well now look what you've done. We're in for it now.] I blocked her out. Xavier pressed me against a wall.

"You will obey me Tyler. I am your Alpha and mate. Submit to me!" He growled. Grabbing my hips, he lifted me up and gripped my thighs tight. I whimpered, not wanting to submit. But I had too. His cold glare was getting to me. I hung my head defeated.

"When you realize you're sorry, I don't care. I hate you." I said quietly and walked away. He didn't follow me, which was a good sign. I changed into something more suitable. Skinny Jeans, and a sweatshirt.

"Oh baby, you looked beautiful!" My mother gushed as I tried on the umpteenth dress.

"I don't feel beautiful," I mumbled. I wanted to do this with someone I loved, not someone who was an insensitive jerk that didn't even let me know where he was going.

"Oh honey, you do though." My mom had a look of pride on her face, and I didn't want to ruin her fun. I sighed and looked into the mirror.

It was pretty, I'd admit, but I didn't want it to be like this. I just wanted him to love me as a mate should. It wasn't fair that he treated me like s**t; I never did anything to him. I was willing to have things work out, but no, he didn't.

"I just need a minute." I picked up the end of the dress and went into the changing room. White dresses racked the place, and it blurred my vision, the bright color messing with my mine.

This isn't how I wanted my wedding to go; this is isn't how it is supposed to go. Xavier should have asked me out, and then we would fall in love. Eventually, when he made the decision, he wanted to marry me, he would ask my dad's permission. Then we would get married, and I could pick the people I wanted at my wedding, not some fakes. I mean, sure, Elaine is wonderful, but I don't know the rest. I want Bree to be at the wedding, but I can't even pick that.

Someone has to help me. Anyone.

~Xavier~

I walked out of my house, and into my Audi r8. The car started, and I pulled out of the gravel way, onto the smooth pavement of the road.

Savannah was where I wanted her to be, and she was in the best position yet. I smirked and shut the bedroom door.

Maybe I did feel bad about this, but it helped relieve my stress. I couldn't be with my mate happily. It would all end in terrors.

I kissed Savannah hungrily. It wasn't love; it was lust. It was a relief. She grabbed my shoulders, and dug her nails in my back, probably leaving her mark. I ripped off the small nightie she had and dug into the relief of having someone that didn't want love...

They wanted nothing more than my body.