My Mate Is Seeing Someone Else novel Chapter 16

I pushed the curtain away to see Morgan in front of me.

"Morgan? What are you doing here?" I asked but she didn't answer me.

I could feel my mom poked her head over my shoulder and push me aside.

"Morgan it isn't like this." She said

This isn't like what? What is going on? I looked at Morgan's face for answers but instead she was crying.

'She is here' my wolf said

'Who is this she?' I asked

'You really are that dumb I thought you would figure it out by now.'

'Figured what out? I am sick of you hiding something from me.'

'Like everybody else?' he said with a laugh

'No, now tell me' I growled at him

He laughed and closed our connection.

Morgan began to back away from the dining room shaking her head

"He doesn't want me." She said with tears pouring down her face.

Who was he, her mate? I hadn't heard of any new claims in the pack recently or of her planning on telling him.

"Morgan Come here now." My father yelled after her

My mom turned around and hit me in the back of the head.

"Ow, what was that for?" I asked shocked my mom never hits me

"You never listen the one time you needed to. You couldn't just listen." She said with disappointment

John's P.O.V

It looked the same as it did ten years ago. Well I guess graveyards don't change. They are supposed to be the cold and dark place you think they are. I remember that day at the burial service. Morgan was eight and cried for her mom the whole time. I was ten when it happened and didn't know what to think of the whole thing. All I remember was feeling sorry for Morgan and her father, and when Arianna, Morgan's mother, was lowered into the grave Morgan let go of her father's hand and ran. I remember dad having to send a search party out looking for her. I went out with them and we found her in the same meadow Arianna was killed. When we tried to make her leave but she screamed and cried to let her stay dad, however, just picked her up and let her scream and kick allowing her to get all of her anger out.

After that she never cried or at least not in front of others she hasn't. She never ran from anything or anyone. Except me because I am a jerk who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut.

I turned my senses back to their original state and began to walk up the rows of the graves of people who had passed before us. As I walked I tried to think of all the times I had spent with Morgan and I had not realized the bond between us. I mean how did I miss it? The sad expressions on her face, the way she looked at me, her lying to me about her mate, her questions about how I felt about Kalee. Not to mention the way I sometimes felt about her too. How I felt protective of her, how I found her attractive, how I felt sorry for her and wanted to comfort her. It all made sense. I needed to fix this. I need to talk to her and explain what had happened.

I began to jog to where I knew I would find her, with her mom.

Morgan P.O.V.

I sat there staring at the tombstone of my mom.

'Beloved mother and wife'

Very original I know. My dad didn't want anything special or personal. If it was up to me I would have had a paragraph engraved on it but knowing my mom she would have wanted it to be simple. She was the kind of person who put herself second to others. She was happy as long as everyone else around her was happy. I looked up to her. I wanted to be her but I could never be her. I feel as though I let her down though. I didn't want to feel like this if John rejected me. I should be happy that he is happy with someone else.