Roxanne’s POV:
I was woken up by a cold breeze that made me shiver and blink a few times before turning and facing the other side.
I let out a terrified scream and moved backwards, quickly sitting upright when I came face to face with my mate.
He sighed, then turned, facing his back towards me.
My heart was beating rapidly as everything dawned on me that I was in another territory and not in my bedroom.
I slowly moved to the edge of the bed while looking at him, but stopped when he spoke up.
“If you try running away this time, I will kill you,” he whispered softly.
I glared at him, then stood up slowly. His words were very annoying.
I wasn’t going to try and run away again, at least not now.
I was going to find a way out, whether he wanted it or not.
I looked at the landline phone with a frown when it rang, and instantly the ringing reminded me of my cell phone.
What if Dad was calling on the landline phone since my cell phone was misplaced?
I quickly moved to grab it when a cold, large hand covered mine.
“Let go of the landline phone,” came Garren’s command.
I hesitated but let go and took a step back. I was still not used to how fast vampires were, even after seeing how Felix moved at times.
“What?” came his answer when he picked it up.
He kept quiet for a few seconds, then put the phone back without another word.
When he turned and looked at me, I quickly lowered my gaze to the ground, brushing my hair with my fingers in embarrassment.
My brother always teased me for having bad bed hair. I obviously looked horrible.
He was about to walk past me when I quickly moved and grabbed his hand. He turned and looked at my hand with an angry expression before meeting my gaze.
“Let go,” he whispered seriously as I instantly shook my head.
“I want my phone,” I said in a cracked voice.
He raised a brow, then brushed his hand through his hair as I swallowed hard.
He looked like a sexy hunk who had stepped out of an adult damn magazine now that I was looking at him clearly in front of me! How was he so perfect?
“I have no idea where your phone is, and I don’t give a fuck about it,” he responded coldly as my heart ached at the harshness of his tone.
I slowly moved my free hand to my mouth, with tears forming in my eyes.
I had heard many times in my pack how most she-wolves’ mates were moved by tears. If I could get him to feel something for me, even a little, it would be easy to leave this damn place.
“Do you feel repulsed that I’m in front of you? Are you disgusted by me?” I asked after I had dropped my hand.
Tears were running down my cheeks, and my act was slowly becoming real.
He stood there with a blank expression on his face.
“Answer me, am I now disgusting to you? A horrible and disturbing mate?” I asked at the top of my voice.
“Where the fuck is all this coming from? Are you insane?” he yelled loudly, startling me.
“Insane, no. I’m just concerned,” I whispered, then swallowed hard as I felt a lump form in my throat.
Thinking back now, that’s exactly how Larson ended up hating and staying away from me. I was the one who made him uncomfortable; I couldn’t act like the women he admired.
“Fucking crazy woman, what’s with the silence? Are you tired from acting up?” he asked under his breath while giving me a murderous look.
“You don’t have to pretend, okay? It’s not the first time something like this has happened to me. My kiss and care turned out to be disgusting to him,” I said in a cracked voice as his expression softened.
I had no idea what was making me say this, but all I knew was that I felt so lonely, vulnerable, and I missed my family.
He thrust his hand into his pocket and pulled out my cell phone, shocking me.
“Here, you don’t have to pull such an act just to force me into giving you this cheap item,” he said, then threw it on the bed and turned to walk away.
“It wasn’t a stunt or acting. It really did happen,” I murmured under my breath, then lowered my gaze to the floor.
My vision was becoming blurry because of the tears that couldn’t stop falling. I heard his light footsteps, then saw his feet standing in front of me.
“Which bastard scarred you after taking advantage of you?” he asked in a concerned voice that made me quickly look up.
His eyes had sadness in them, and his frown showed me how much he cared.
“My childhood crush,” I answered, then raised my hand to wipe away my tears.
“Since then, I’ve kept to myself,” I said sadly, then chuckled.
“Is that why you never smile in your pictures?” he asked, as I widened my eyes, stunned that he had gone through my cell phone.
“Were you going through my cell phone?” I asked loudly.
“Was it that warrior bastard who was next to your brother in most pictures?” he asked.
“Oh my goodness, you did go through my phone! There is something called privacy, asshole!” I yelled at the top of my voice.
“Shall I remind you where you are and why you are here? You have no right to privacy, and your things should be treated as trash. You should actually feel grateful to me that I didn’t destroy your damn phone,” he spat, as I clenched my hands in anger.
I must have been blind to think such a bastard was showing concern.
“And also, you look very ugly when you cry,” he said.
“What?” I screamed at the top of my voice.
“If you ask me, that would be the reason why that bastard started avoiding you. My guess is that you cried the next day when he got busy and saw it as a way for him to avoid you. The bastard must have seen your ugly face and then decided to run away,” he said, then walked to the door as I stood there, thinking of all the insults I could yell at him.
He touched the door handle, then glanced at me.
“Just so you know, I can never kiss a woman I find disgusting. Also, I like you better when you are upset,” he said in a low tone, then walked out.
I was supposed to be unfazed by his words and curse at him badly, but I couldn’t stop myself from smiling and feeling relieved over his words.
Did he do all that just to stop me from crying? I had no idea, but it felt that way.
My wolf was purring happily, completely letting go and forgetting his bad treatment towards us.
I moved to the bed and grabbed my cell phone, going to my gallery to see if he had deleted the picture I had taken of him.
When I saw it, my smile grew wider as I traced my fingers on the phone screen.
What was his true self? I was dying to know because I wanted to learn more about him.