My eyes catch something behind him. Looking over his shoulder, I come to my senses realising there’s a girl… or should I say a beautiful woman standing a few feet away behind Tyler looking confused. Just like Tyler, she’s matched to perfection in all her blondness and long shapely legs.
Tyler follows my line of sight. His face pales as he instantly removes his hands from my face drawing them into loose fists as if my skin has burnt him.
He looks at me then back to the woman.
“What the hell, Tyler?” She says through sobs. I watch as tears start to fall down her pretty face.
Tyler stumbles for words as he walks slowly towards the beautiful woman with his palms up facing her.
“Kate, It’s not… shit… I mean…” He runs his hand through his shiny black hair stuttering, “I’m sorry, it’s not what it looks like, it… it doesn’t mean anything.”
And… there goes my heart once again.
I don’t know if it’s due to us being mates, but I sense the lie as he speaks it. I know he’s lying… I can feel it, nevertheless it still hurts a heck load hearing those words come out of his mouth.
“It looked like it meant more than that from where I was standing.” She wipes away her tears and crosses her arms.
“No Honey… please don’t cry.” He turns fully in her direction as he continues, “It was a mistake, it should never have happened,” Tyler says, oblivious to the fact that he’s breaking me with every word as he comforts this beautiful woman.
Kate looks around Tyler, her eyes widening when she sees me. Her tear stained face looks up at Tyler and then she takes a step away from him. He matches her step and when the woman makes a run for it, Tyler doesn’t spare me a second glance as he follows her; calling out her name.
I’m left standing against the door, my emotions all over the place, everything still completely magnified. I don’t understand how he can fight the pull that is between us; I’m trying my hardest right now not to run after him.
I know I should be angry and upset. Tyler left me standing here to run after his girlfriend, but… my selfless side can’t help but sympathize with the woman; fact is, I was in her position about two hours ago. However, unlike Tyler, Drake never gave me a fighting chance when he found his mate.
I’m overwhelmed by everything that’s happening. I can hear my beating heart in my eardrums as I sag against the closed door attempting to slow down my breathing. I hear people in the house and in the backyard, but I’m too emotionally spent right now to try and find the words to explain to my parents the events of this evening. Even though it doesn’t hurt as much to think about what happened with Jax now that I’ve found Tyler, I still can’t seem to find the courage to say the words out loud. How do I tell them that I was rejected?
I need space to breath…I’m not running, I just need to get away from the crowd.
Running for the stairs I head to my bedroom, slamming the door closed and letting out a deep breath as I rest my forehead against it. I immediately sense that I’m not alone, quickly turning around into the darkness. The scent is strong, powerful and it’s not Tyler’s.
I’m suddenly pushed back against the door. It’s hard enough to knock the air out of me and let out a squeal, but it’s not nearly enough to hurt. I feel strong hands reach down my thighs, gasping as I’m lifted up and pushed against the door once again; my legs immediately wrapping around the large body to keep me from falling.
His scent is so manly, I’m positive that this is where the spicy tinge I smelt earlier came from. I rest my arms over broad shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath my palms as we face each other in the darkness. His warm hands on my upper thighs move as he starts running them up the dress that I’m currently wearing and towards my ass, leaving little goose bumps along the trail.
I know the man in front of me can see clearly in this dark room due to his wolf senses, but my eyes are still attempting to adjust to the darkness. I want to see him clearly, want to see every inch of him just so I know that this is real and not just a dream.
We’re both quiet except for his heavy breathing alongside my own, so very clear in the silence of the room. I feel his heart beating just as fast as mine and I sense the happiness radiating from him as much as I feel it glowing within me.
I’m just about to open my mouth and tell him to say something when his mouth crashes down on mine possessively. His lips are hard and wild as he forces his tongue into my mouth. Opening up, I let him in as he pushes against me, so hard that I can feel his need straining against his jeans. I can’t get enough of him and I whimper into his mouth as he pushes harder against me. I run my hands into his long hair and tug him closer to me as if it were even possible. He moans into my mouth then suddenly he’s pulling his lips away from mine but still holding me tightly against him as he starts walking. He doesn’t bump into anything and walks full of purpose. I barely see him in the darkness until he reaches for the curtains letting in the light of the moon so that I’m able to see him better.