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."

whispered angrily at

mate but not

possibility of

He is our mate.

stronger than it

like you always

sobbed as I hid my face

I don't

away at the end and then it

mind was clear and I could no longer hear her voice or

she usually vanishes

I was once again left

isn't be there when I need her

can't blame her for our

was my fault

my fault for

My fault.

"I wanna go home."

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

Bang.

sat up on the bed in fright when the bedroom door opened with much unnecessary force and made contact with

sound causing my

the man of my thoughts- Xerxes standing and looking livid on

frame almost covering the

stance strong and

as if he had ran for miles

and he

to golden, his claws out which he dug them into his thighs, showing just

him looking like he would tear my poor tiny frame into pieces if

sheets in a desperate attempt to console myself as I held my breath

as if he had

Me.

up from the bed and away from him but one look from him made me stiff and glued to my

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

to my place until he stopped walking,

his right leg to bring my legs apart that was

obliging to what he

I could do in this situation was not to provoke him

thin line and my eyes cast downward not

legs and I couldn't help but feel kind of tingly despite of

eyes cast downward, looking at his black shoes and the white

expression but I could feel his anger rolling off of him in

he would say something

for how long, I don't know and the silence only

us and when I couldn't

want to go

loud and clear because his whole stance grew stiff

He breathed out roughly.

up the courage to raise my head and meet his

waiting

at me." He growled lowly, his

fear but I still couldn't look up

have

my chin, harshly lifting my head to look at

"I said.Look.At.Me"

grounded the words