~Avery~
“My dad?” I asked, not holding back the smile that requested to play on my lips. I lost my mind for a second. I was already deep, dead in blood lust. I could think of a million ways I could kill the man. No no. Torture him first and then I’ll kill him. That’d be fun.
Dylan could tag along if he wanted to. I don’t mind.
Hearing it was my dad somewhat relieved me. It was better than hearing it was some random stranger I knew nothing about or hearing it was Liam or a guy that had a family to take care of.
No, it was my dad. The one person I always wanted dead. He took someone I care about.
It was my fault. I should’ve killed him earlier. I had many chances. Now look what’s happened! Stupid Avery. Stupid “Avery” Dylan called my name, patting my cheeks to kick me out of my deep trance.
“Huh?” I said innocently, leaving my murderous thoughts aside. My eyes met with his again before he said. “Alright. That’s enough for today. Have your bath.” he commanded, not taking his eyes off mine. “Don’t think too much about it.” he added. “Please.”
No can’t do. “I’ll try.” I lied. “Don’t worry about me.” I said, standing up.
I wasn’t going to underestimate how much Dylan knows he. He probably knows I’m going to cry as soon as I was alone. That’s why he didn’t bother following me.
Automatically, tears streamed down my eyes as soon as I entered the room, flowing uncontrollably but I didn’t let a whimper escape my mouth. I didn’t want Dylan seeing or hearing me at my weak state. I didn’t want to add more to his plate.
A small hiss escaped my lips as soon as I felt a stabbing pain on my chest. The feeling wasn’t completely new to me. I remember experiencing the same thing in the hospital. I wasn’t done recovering but I wasn’t far from it either.
I took in a deep shaky breath, hating the burning feeling it gave my lungs and how my heart added to the pain by stinging.
After pointlessly rubbing my eyes, hoping the water works would at least reduce, I took off my shirt, running into the bathroom, seeking for the comfort I’d get by feeling warm water rush through my back.
That’s exact what I got. Water at it’s perfect temperature, dropping on my hair then running down my back. I always loved the feeling. For a moment, I forgot I was crying because of how much my tears mixed up with the water from the shower.
I was a bit surprised my wolf wasn’t asking any questions though but that was barely a concern.
My wolf and I had different interests. The fact that she was completely against my interest and I was completely against hers made me find it harder to call her my wolf. Part of me just wanted to kick her out. I felt she was a liability and I hope she’s aware that I see her as one.
“The only person that can truly comfort Dylan now is his mate.”
I groaned as soon as I heard her voice, running my hands through my wet hair, struggling to untangle it a bit.
“She has the gift. It comes naturally to her since she’s his mate. Think about it. Just the sight, smell or touch from his mate would be enough to calm him. down. Marking his mate would literally take away all of his pain.”
Again, I ignored her, looking up at the shower so the water would hit my face directly.
“You’d be happy knowing he’s happy. Wouldn’t you. The only reason you’re so bothered at the moment is because you can tell he’s stressed. Get him his mate and everything would be taken care of. It’s that simple” she added, ignoring the warning growls I let out. “Then as soon as your mate marks you, the whole process would be complete. You and Dylan would forget anything happened between you two and youd be happy with your mates”
Though I hated the fact, I had to admit, she did have a point. The sight, smell and touch of a mate has a calming effect on any wolf. I’m not really Dylan’s mate so I doubt I can do anything to make his pain go away.
“Sticking around is not helping. You need to get him his mate. Your depriving him. Now that you’re aware of this, ignoring would make you the villain.”
How am I going to love without Dylan.
“With your mate!”
“He’s your mate. Not mine. That mate bonds for you, not me. We are two different people in one body.” I corrected her. “Besides, we’ve rejected each other”
“But I wasn’t around, was I? So it didn’t work. Plus rejecting a mate only weakens the mate bond. It doesn’t completely break it except somehow you get a second chance mate.”
I remained quiet, maintaining a blank mind. Dylan wasn’t my only problem at this point. Knowing Mr. Artur was gone was becoming unbearable and I’m sure my wolf could feel what I felt yet she’s still yapping about all these mate nonsense. She’s so selfish it’s disgusting. She doesn’t care about me. She doesn’t care about Dylan. She doesn’t care about anyone, just herself. If only I could kick her out of my mind.
“Knowing Arthur, after living with us for about a week, he’d want a rejection. He’s happy with running only with the memory of his past mate. He doesn’t need us. He doesn’t want a second chance mate”
The fact that what I just said hurt her pleased me. Calling her my wolf was a joke.
After months of trying to wake her up with high expectations, this is what I get? Crap.
“You’re lying”
“I’m not. It was the same thing that happened when we found out we were mates. He didn’t want me. He was that in love with his real mate no one can change that. You’re definitely not enough to make him forget about his old mate so at the end. We’re both just going to be a sad mateless luna lurking around. Together forever. Xoxo.” I teased her, chuckling as soon as she realized a slow growl. “And just so you know, Liam’s already marked. Prepare to sing a heartbreak song with me as soon as we get rejected.”
“The way he hugged us when we met today. It didn’t seem like he didn’t want us.”
“He’s probably misunderstanding his emotions. He thinks he wants me now because I was in a comma and got him worried. It’d get old after a while then he’d loose interest. That’s how he works. Trust me, I know him better than you do” and that was the truth.
Somehow, my wolf was able to convince me into agreeing to match Dylan up with Tessa at the same time, I had convinced my wolf that we’d both get rejected at the end.
I didn’t have a problem with it as long as Dylan was happy.