Falling For My Cruel Mate novel Chapter 85

I release my hold on him reluctantly. A heavy sigh escapes his lungs as he turns and makes his way into the bathroom. I roll over in the large bed, shoving my face into the plush pillow. How did my life become so complicated? Why is this all happening to me? I just wanted a passionate love, instead I'm falling for a man who only just opened up to me a few days ago. His dark past makes my heartache, but I still feel as though I don't know him that well.

The worst part is, I may not even get the chance to get know him the way that I want to. As fate may have it, I could die tonight... a lot of us could lose our lives tonight.

Pushing those dark thoughts to the back of my head I pull myself out of Ajax's bed. I hadn't really planned on doing much today, but apparently there is still so much to do. What exactly? I don't know. Alpha duties I guess.

Ajax:

I slip on my black jeans along with a matching long sleeved shirt, with a pair of boots that can withstand the snow. I was never a fan of the white fluff that just began to stick to the trees and grass.

As a child it always meant that I wasn't permitted to go outside. My mother would follow the example of all the others and keep the children inside to keep warm, but our home was cold and empty, never warm. Snow just meant spending more time with my abusive father and crazed mother. The mark did something to her I've never seen before. She had done everything and anything my father asked of her, it was as if it was her life mission to please him every second of the day. I never understood it, even now that I have a mate. Yes, I have these unexplainable feelings for her and I want her to be her happiest whenever possible, but my mother took that feeling to the extreme.

A shiver racks its way down spine at the thought of her frail body hanging from the ceiling fan. She had done it for him. For the man who was supposed to be my father. She left a note, it was a crumpled piece of paper with three words on it. She had snuck underneath my pillow and I hadn't found it until two days after her death.

I had too.

That's all it said. She loved him more than me, something I will never be able to understand. I sigh heavily and I try to shake away the weight that began to dawn upon my shoulders. Because of me the life of my mate rest in my hands along with the hundreds of warriors who are putting their life on the line for their Luna. It's all my fault.

A low growl rips through my chest as I punch the wall angrily, putting a hole through it. I could feel the heat rise and my body start to shake, my wolf threatening to break through. I hate this. I hate that all of this is happening and none of it is in my control.