Chapter 63
Chapter 63
Except that seemed to be changing.
He cared about her.
At first he realized how completely and utterly stupid that was. He couldn’t care for her, he couldn’t love her like she wanted him to. He couldn’t give her what she wanted. He wasn’t cut out to be mate material. He couldn’t care for her, but yet he did, and that was stupid on his part.
He knew how much danger he was putting her in, by caring for her the slightest. He knew if he cared, and something happened he would be the one to get hurt. He loathed the idea or caring for her.
Of loving her.
But he couldn’t help it. Of course she was pathetic and annoying but somehow she had grown on him.
She had been persistent on making him care for her, she didn’t give up on him like everyone else. The
fact she even tried to maintain any type of relationship with him especially a romantic one was almost
impossible to comprehend.
He didn’t understand why she kept trying. He had hated her, he was sure he had shown that clearly. He had avoided her at all costs, refrained from speaking to her and yet somehow she still managed to love
him. At first it was annoying, how her heartbeat sped up every time he walked in the room, or how her
breath caught in her throat thinking about him.
Now it was different. She meant something. And he hated himself for caring her, and he hated the idea of
caring for her, but unfortunately he did. He knew that right now she was in so much danger it was a
miracle she had survived this long. It didn’t help that she managed to somehow get herself in the worst possible situations. It was like she was a magnet for anything that was somehow in any way fatal to her
existence.
He knew now that he cared for her, he was massively screwed. He had to protect her from anything and everything. If something happened to her he would likely die along with her. But lately it had gotten worse. He cared about more than just her living. He was worried about if she had eaten or slept well or if
she was happy or upset or what she was thinking about, and he getting frustrated with himself. He didn’t understand these foreign feelings he’d barley began to learn to deal with the caring part now it was just getting worse.
He was furious when she had started crying, he almost couldn’t bear to watch it. When she’d fallen asleep he had to leave the room and try not to kill anyone. Walking away from her was agonizing, so was being in the room with her.
He was aggressive, and dangerous, not just when he was angry but for all the time. Just being near her made him have to make sure he was in complete control of himself. He could hurt her so much. She was
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small and fragile and just losing control for one second could result in her death. He couldn’t bear to be
around her, but he couldn’t stand being away from her.
He wanted to protect her from the world and any harm even though the biggest threat was himself. He was too dangerous for her, but he was already too attached to her. He couldn’t let her go now. He wouldn’t be able to cope, he would go completely insane.
He rubbed his pounding head with these thoughts. Being that close to her last night, for that long having to watch his every move every single second, was almost painful but seeing her peacefully sleep and hearing her shallow breathing and slow steady heartbeat was almost worth it.
He needed to shift and run for a while, he’d been in self–control for too long, he was likely to start killing people if he didn’t let his wolf out soon. He stood up, thinking about running had made him restless and the urge was pushing in his head making the headache worse.
“Talk to her guards” he said lowly before storming out and pulling his shirt off shifting was ease, relief flooded through his body with the shift and he took off for the territory line. The man who took her got
away,
but his scent was still fresh, no one was going to touch his mate without paying the consequences. The thought put him into a rage and he was out for one thing.
Blood.
Kendal’s POV
I laid there for the remainder of the day even though Brewer had tried to get me to eat numerous times, I knew he was sitting on the other side of the door, attempting to persuade me to eat or come out every couple of minutes. I stayed in my dark little bubble, I had gotten on of Dez’s dirty shirts and laid down on
- it.
“Luna you need to eat, please come ou-” he abruptly stopped and I heard a low deep voice that made me shiver. Dez was here again, like he actually cared. I reminded myself of his recent confession and how he had held me when I had my small mental breakdown. I wasn’t crying anymore I was just thinking. It was hard to think when you were interrupted every few minutes but I managed.
