Dangerous Invincible

Anger, frustration and hatred.

I never thought I would ever feel these strong emotions towards someone but I felt it.

I feel it, towards him.

These were the emotions that was swirling inside of me as I shut the bedroom room closed.

Tears of frustration and helplessness pooled in my eyes.

This is not how I thought my mate would be.

He was not how my mother had said my mate would be.

He was not.

"You're wrong, mummy"

I whispered angrily wiping the tears that escaped my eyes and trailed down the path of my round cheeks.

I sat down on the edge of the king sized bed.

My hands laying flat, feeling the smoothness and silkiness of the satin covers.

I looked down at the bed covers that was a black satin sheets and I couldn't help but relate the dark shade of the sheets with his soul.

This was not my first time in this room, in fact I've been sleeping here since the day I had arrived here, sometimes with him but most of the time alone, I took note that his room have only two shades.

Black and white.

Blank and dark.

Like his soul, perhaps.

Even though I've been sleeping in this room, I have never once felt like I belong here, never felt it like mine, instead it felt cold and too blank.

Or maybe I felt that way because he never once mentioned this room as ours but just a room.

It hurts so much, his actions, his words and his lack of emotion towards me.

I don't expect him to be good towards me but the least he could do was to be a little more civil towards me.

That's all I want from him.

The way he treats me, no one has ever treated me in such a way.

Without warning, a sob escaped passed my lips as my heart felt heavy.

I rubbed my chest trying to sooth the ache as I felt a longing ache settle there.

I miss my parents and relatives.

I laid down on the bed tiredly as I felt all my energy drown out.

"I miss you Mummy, daddy.’ I whispered staring at the plain white wall blankly.

I don't want him.

He can't be my mate.

He is your mate.

My wolf faint voice was heard at the back of my head.

"No, he is not."

angrily

your mate

the possibility of me not his

He is our mate.

voice was stronger

like you always

sobbed as I hid my face in

know, I don't do

away at the end

I could no longer

ever talked to me because she usually vanishes away after a few seconds of making her presence known to

angrily as I was once again left

be there when I

blame her for our weak

my fault

was my fault for getting abducted and

My fault.

"I wanna go home."

myself, my eyes wet with tears, my heart aching and I was mentally

Bang.

when the bedroom door opened

heard a crack sound

of

whole frame almost covering

stance strong and

had ran for miles but

and he

out which he dug

rose to my throat at the sight of him looking like he would tear my poor tiny frame into pieces if

the sheets in a desperate attempt to console myself as

walk was slow, predator like as if he had

Me.

up from the bed and away from him

look he gave me was challenging, a challenge I would never win nor like if I accepted

stayed glued to my place until he stopped walking, he

his right leg to bring my

gulped obliging to what he

best I could do in this situation was not to provoke him further and make him more angry than he

set in a thin line and my eyes cast downward not meeting his cold

legs and I couldn't help but feel kind of tingly despite of feeling utter fear towards

looking at his black shoes and the white rug

feel his anger

would say

long, I don't know and the silence only

us and when I

want to

knew he heard it loud and clear because his whole stance

He breathed out roughly.

dare and couldn't master up the courage to raise my head and meet

waiting for

lowly, his voice strained and

but I

don't have

gripped my chin, harshly lifting my

"I said.Look.At.Me"

the