Anya's Point of View
Weakly, I got out of bed. I still can't get over the events that had happened yesterday. I touched my neck, and I couldn’t stop the tears flowing down my eyes. What did I do to get him to treat me like this? Is this supposed to be the love I deserve?
"Anya. I'm so sorry," my wolf said; her voice was filled with sadness. I hugged myself tighter. I cried my heart out. What else can I do to get him to accept me? I smiled bitterly. I would do everything for him.
"Luna," Lorraine said softly. I immediately wiped away my tears and gave a small smile at her. She approached me and sat down on the bed next to me. We sat in silence.
"What else should I do, Lorraine?” I asked her. She did not answer, but she hugged me tightly. I could feel her rubbing my back to comfort me. The two of us were hugging for a few minutes when I decided to break the hug.
"I'm fine now, Lorraine. You can leave me here," I told her while smiling. Her forehead furrowed.
"Luna, I will accompany you here,” she seriously said while holding my hand. I greatly appreciate her trying her best to comfort me, but I wanted to be alone. There’s so much in my mind right now.
“Then accompany me to the garden, and I want you to leave me there,” I said and smiled. She was about to protest, but I got up, went ahead of her, picked my shawl on the chair, and went out of the room. I’m glad Marcus wasn’t around in the packhouse because I don’t know what I would do or say to him.
Lorraine and I arrived at the garden. I sat on the porch swing and glanced around the flowers that had bloomed. It put a smile on my face.
“Luna, do you want me to pick the flowers for you?” Lorraine asked. I shook my head once again and leaned my head on the swing.
"There is no need for that, Lorraine. I will rest here, please,” I told her. She let out a sigh and stood up.
"All right, Luna. Call me if you need anything," she said with a smile and left. When she went inside the packhouse, I grabbed the pillow lying on the wing and hugged it. I could feel my eyes slowly closing.
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It was already night when I woke up. I slowly sat up and saw a blanket fell on the ground. Lorraine must have put it on me when I was fast asleep. I touched the crook of my neck and winced at the pain. I got up and went inside the packhouse. I grabbed the clothes from the cabinet and took a quick shower. I fixed myself before leaving the room and going to the kitchen.
I saw my mate, Marcus, sitting on the chair while drinking his evening coffee. I stood outside frozen on the ground. I couldn’t bring my feet to walk and just stared at him. This man broke my heart into tiny little pieces, but the foolish me will still pick them up and put them back in his hands. I am like this when I love. I gave my all without leaving anything for myself. I will fight, but I’m also getting tired of fighting this battle all alone.
I took a deep breath and walked, passing him. I took plenty of food from the refrigerator and began cooking it. After finishing, I washed the utensils that I will use and took the food I cooked. I'll just eat in my bedroom. I still can't talk to him. I will re-charge myself first because my heart is tired. I am tired of understanding him.
"Where are you going?" he asked while putting the cup of coffee down on the table. I flinched but did not answer. I heard him sigh.
"Stay and eat your food in here," he said. I gulped, holding my tears back. He stood up and held my arm. I flinched at his touch, and I heard him muttered strings of curses. He pulled a chair and let me sit while he went back to drinking his coffee. I started eating the food silently. I don’t have the slightest clue of what he was doing because I was busy ignoring him.
"Damn it!" he exclaimed and slammed his hands on the table. I closed my eyes when I felt his hand on my face. I’m afraid of what he’ll do to me, again. I waited for him to hurt me, but that did not come.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I really am,” he repeated. I cried while he was wiping away my tears and continued to comfort me.
"Don't cry. I’m sorry," he said softly. I hugged him and cried in his chest. Damn this man. Even though I don’t understand his behavior, I cannot deny that I love him very much. I kissed him while I was crying my heart out. I was momentarily dizzy when he kissed me back. I couldn’t believe him. I let him carried me to his room. He slowly undresses me and made love to me as if I was a fragile woman. He was making me feel that he loves me too. But maybe, I'm wrong. Maybe it's just sex to him, but for me, it wasn’t. I slept happily next to him. I want to enjoy the moment because I know tomorrow he will change once again.