She opened the door to their room, staring at the space surrounding the king-sized bed.
Had he taken Misty on the bed? All of her happiness died in an instant. Not caring how it looked, she went straight for the wardrobe and grabbed a few of her clothes. She’d stay in one of the spare rooms until she could leave tomorrow. There was no way she would be staying after what had happened.
Slamming her door at the end of the hall did nothing to ease her pain. The sound of the wood cracking against the doorframe did nothing but make her wince at the sound. Charlotte made sure to lock the door behind her.
Only in the confined space, away from the wolves, did she finally break down. Charlotte knew they would probably be able to sense her anguish and scent her tears, but she wouldn’t have to look at them. Her next stop was to close the curtain. The view of the endless forest was not wanted.
Collapsing on the bed and drowning inside herself, Charlotte allowed herself the pity she deserved.
She felt like a little girl again after a bully had gotten the best of her. All she wanted to do was go and cry on mommy’s lap.
Eventually, tired and exhausted, she drifted off into a fitful sleep.
Sometime later Charlotte woke up to the sound of knocking on her door. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and gazed at the clock. She’d been asleep for about three hours. It was barely midnight.
“Who is it?” she called.
“You know who it is,” Micah answered from the other side.
“I don’t want to talk to you.” Getting up from her place on the bed, she stood near the door to be able to hear him better.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what? Sorry for doing it or sorry you got caught?” she asked.
“Both.”
Charlotte didn’t know whether she hated him a little more for his response.
“Look, it happened before I even knew you. What did you expect me to do? Live like a monk?” he demanded.
No, she didn’t expect him to live like a monk. She fucking hated his guts now.
“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t know what kind of hold I had on you. It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t know about the women you fucked before me would still be living with you. You mated with me, remember? Now you can just un-fucking-mate me. I want nothing to do with you.” She slammed her fist into the door.
She welcomed the pain in her hand as it took away some pain away from her heart.
“Shit, you’ve fucking hurt yourself,” he said. “Let me in to have a look.”
Charlotte glanced down at her wrist and frowned. Bright red dots appeared on her knuckles.
The pain was minimal.
“I’m fine,” she whispered, wiping the blood on her shirt.
“I don’t want to sleep alone,” he admitted through the door.
Closing her eyes, she thought of his arms wrapped around her. She missed him but refused to give in. He’d hurt her, and she wanted away from the pain. Misty would be the first of many women, and it would be best for her to cut and run.
“Get Misty,” she replied.
“I don’t want Misty!” he shouted. “I want you.”
“I don’t want you,” she lied.
He continued to try and talk her around, trying the door handle a few times. She knew he could snap the lock in two if he chose. Charlotte was thankful that he didn’t.
After a while he left, but several minutes later, Cade came knocking.
“Go away, Cade. I want to be left alone.” She pressed the pillow over her head to drown out the noise.#p#分页标题#e#
Eventually she drifted back into a fitful sleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Micah stared at the breakfast table. Mounds of burned pancakes and grilled mushrooms filled plates. All the other pack members had decided to eat cereal. A few people decided to give the burnt food a go.
They sat around the table eating. It was the first time breakfast had been a quiet affair. Misty had tried to take Charlotte’s place at his side. He’d growled at Misty and ordered her to sit as far away from the seat reserved for his mate as possible.
Charlotte was a fantastic cook, but the members of his pack, both men and women, needed a few lessons.
“Did anyone wake my mate this morning?” he asked as the minutes wore on and she still did not appear.
“Her door was still locked this morning,” Cade told him.
Fisting his hand to contain his rage, he threw his plate against the wall.
He roared. Two days were left to a full moon. The energy pounding through him forced the other pack member to stay on alert. He could bring about his change and theirs if he so desired.
“Calm down, alpha,” Cade warned.
Micah saw his fingers bow and change to claws. He bit his lip and brought the change under control