Chapter 32: Chapter 32

I slipped on my slippers and walked downstairs stopping only when I got to the front of the house.

How can she say that? She was embarrassed? Of me? What's there to be embarrassed about?

"What's got your pants in a twist?" I heard suddenly making me look at Roxy that leaned in to look at my eyes.

"Move away from me." I said rolling my eyes.

"Hey, calm down. I don't want your mate going all wolfy or witchy on me. Her scent is like all over you." She replied leaning back.

I said nothing and only turned my head to look at another side.

"So tell me, wolf- I mean, Christopher... What's got your pants in a twist?" She asked again.

I turned my head back to her and was about to abuse her when I bit my tongue. Hold on, she's a girl. Even though she might be old, like reals old... She would have experience.

"Say, Roxy..." I started and I saw her eyes piqued with interest.

"Always love poking your into people's business." I muttered to myself.

"I heard that." She said pursing her lips.

"Do I look like I care?" I asked.

"Bitch. Just talk." She replied.

"Alright, what does it mean for a girl to say something is embarrassing? No, wait... Since you already know and you're really old like old old..."

"I'm not that old." She said her eyes shining bright red.

"Keep fooling yourself." I said rolling my eyes.

"I'm not that old."

I nodded at her with a knowing smile.

"I know. I know."

"Anyways... You won't understand. Forget it." I said waving her off.

I heard her mutter something along the lines of me being a bitch or so.

"Had a fight with your mate?" She asked shuffling on her feet.

"Yeah how did you know that?" I asked.

"Cause she's behind you right now. Looking like a lost kitten." She replied.

"What?"

She only pointed behind me and I turned around to see Isabelle standing there looking at her legs which didn't seem to move.

She looked at me and I looked at her, speechless. The fuck am I even meant to say?

I saw her eyes shift to Roxy for a second or two before she settles her eyes back on me.

I suddenly felt shame and guilt shining down on me. Why was I guilty? Roxy came to me not the other way round.

'Well, she doesn't look like she knows that now did she?' My mind mocked.

'Fuck you.' I heard clearly inside my head. From Belle. My face frowned into more guilt and just like that she had bolted.

"Belle!" I called but she didn't answer me. I made to follow her but I felt an arm pulling me back.

I turned my head harshly to meet with Roxy's face.

"What?" I growled out.

"I get it. You have every right to be mad at me. So does she have every right to be mad at me and you. She might even hate me now. Anyways, don't go after her now. She's still hurting so it'll only hurt her more if you follow after her now." She said and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't go after her?! You're asking to not go after my mate that looks really really angry at me? Well, if you don't care if she hates you or likes you, I care! Alright, I fucking care! And you'd never know that feeling. Get off me." I said glaring at her.

"Alright then, go on! Go ahead, follow her! Let her throw all the hate words she can summon right now at you. Since you so

much want to be the recipient of her wrath, you can fucking go ahead!" She said breathing heavily.

"Oh for the love of Goddess." I said rubbing my face.

"Oh yeah and when she says she hates you and doesn't want anything to do with you, I would so much like to see how you and your wolf would deal with that kind of rejection." She added letting go of my hand.

"She won't do that. My Belle won't do that to me." I mumbled.

She won't do it, right?

"Yeah, keep saying that. Maybe I'll believe you someday. When people are angry, they say things they would later regret. She's still angry right now. You can follow her but only when you see she has settled and calmed down is the only time you should go near her, understood?"

"Fine!" I yelled exasperatedly.

"Attaboy. Now go after your mate." She said patting my head before she turned around to walk away.

"Can't you like always be like this? Rather than being cocky most of the time." I said to her.

"Oh please! Now where is the fun in that?!" She replied back and j could hear some hint of amusement in her voice.

"Fool." I muttered shaking my head.

"Thank you!" I yelled after her which she replied with a wave not looking back again.

I ran in the direction Isabelle went not looking back at Roxy again. I passed by Ma's house when she stopped me.

"Pumpkin, come here."

"Morning ma. But I'm kind of like in a hurry. Can it wait?" I asked.

"I saw Isabelle." She said in a breath.

Okay, that made me stop.

"What? Where?"

"I saw some minutes ago. She was on the floor crying and I called her and she ran away again when she saw it was me. What happened?"

"I messed up, ma. Reals bad. I need to find her." I said running my hand through my hair.

"Then what are you doing here? Go on, go get your mate and then you can come back for your punishment." She said pushing me.

I didn't wait any further as I ran after her again only stopping when I saw a very familiar her figure crouched on the floor.

It was Isabelle. My love. I noticed her shoulders shaking even though her head was on her knees. She was crying.

My heart ached at the thought of her crying. I only watched her in guilt and sadness.

I was the cause of her tears. I should have been the one to clean her tears away not cause it.

I'm really stupid.

I saw her look up after a while and then cleaned her face with the sleeve of her shirt before she started staring into space.

Suddenly, she squirmed and then again and I saw her get up in a panic. She fell to her knees and I was right beside her.

"Are you okay? Let me see that." I said resting my hand on her knees that had tiny droplets of blood on it. Ah shit, she got injured.

Because of me.

I was about to say something when I felt my hand pushed away harshly from her knees. I looked up to see her glaring at me before she looked back to her leg and then stood up. I took notice that she was favouring her left leg while she walked. Not like how she normally walked swaying her hips that called attention each and every time.

"Come on, Belle. Let me help you." I said moving near her.

I heard her wince again as she stopped turning around to face me with a cold face.

"No but thank you, Christopher." She said and turned around again before she continued to walk.

Christopher? Why is she calling me that?

"Don't call me that." I said stopping in front of her.

She moved back and then lost her balance falling on the ground on her butt.

She suddenly glared up at me and I moved back a little bit.

"But isn't that your name, Christopher?" She asked calmly that I felt like biting my own tongue.

This was like a calm before the storm.

"That's not what you call me. Don't fucking start now." I said suddenly irritated by my own name. It was my name but she didn't call me that.

She suddenly stood up harshly wincing in pain glaring at me while she dusted her skirt.

Hold on, she never wore skirts. I have never seen her in a skirt. She actually looks so cute in the skirt. Fucking focus Chris.

I saw her passing by me again. Not this time. I pulled her arm before she could pass by me successfully.

"Don't fucking touch me! Do not touch me Christopher... I'm fucking warning you." She yelled snatching her hand from me. I was taken aback by her tone.

The next words were out of mouth before I could even process it.

"So stop calling me Christopher!" I yelled at her and I saw her flinch back.

I didn't mean to yell. Why did I yell?! I wanted to rectify myself when her next words made me shut up.

"Oh but why not?! You called me fucking Isabelle! Do you how much that fucking hurt?! Oh so you can call me Isabelle but I can't call you Christopher?! You must be fucking kidding!" She yelled breathing heavily.

Then I remembered when I called her Isabelle. Am I really that stupid?

"Belle..." was the only thing I managed to say. I was completely speechless. She was like really mad at me. Really really mad.

"Don't call my name! Christopher, do not fucking call my name! You can go to hell for all I ever care. And oh yeah, since she is your little emotional support, you can go to fucking hell with her!" She yelled once again.

"Roxy? Oh please not that bitch." I replied rolling my eyes.

I know, Roxy helped me but still, yeah she's a bitch.

"Of course she's a bitch when you're in front of me. We had a fight and I come after you and I find you in the arms of another fucking woman. Do you even have a bit of an idea how that hurts?" She asked with a pained voice.

I had nothing to say. She was hurting and it was my fault. Completely mine.

"Just don't fucking touch me and don't come after me. Bastard." She said turning around and walked away.

I heard her saying "Fuck you." as she walked.

I could only watch her go. I didn't even have any ounce of courage to even hold her back. Stop her from leaving.

'Dolores, Your Luna is heading your way, Take care of her for me.' I said into the mind link.

'What's wrong, Chris?' She answered.

'Don't fucking question me.' I replied harshly.

I didn't give her a chance to reply as I cut off the mind link.

'Doctor Malcolm. I need you to be at my house as fast as you can.' I said into the mind link.

'Alright, Alpha. Can I ask what type of sickness is it? So I would know what to take along.'

'Just bring the whole fucking thing and when you see Belle, know it's your duty to treat Your Luna.'

'Of course Alpha. She's the injured one?'

'Yes. Her ankle.' I replied closing off the mind link.

I punched the tree nearby in anger. My vision was blurred with anger. Just anger. I punched it a few times until someone stopped my punches.

I turned my head to my side to see ma standing there with tears in her eyes.

"Not you too ma. Don't fucking cry. If you cry and then Dolores comes and finds you, she would start crying too then maybe I can just go fucking die. What's the excess if all the three people I care about the most are crying and I'm the cause of it? Ma, what's the point?" I cried.

"Come here, baby. Come here." She pulled me into her embrace which I welcomed happily. She patted my back slowly while I said nothing.

Soon, I was sitting by her side with my left hand pulling at my right hand and my left arm pulling at my right hand while I crossed my legs.

"Well, you do love her don't you?" I heard her ask.

"More than myself, yes."

"Good. Then you know you need her. You have to hold her tight and don't ever let her go." She said.

"Ma..." I drawled out choosing whether to tell her or not.

"You know you can always tell me anything."

"I know. I'm just, it's kind of embarrassing to say..." I paused again reliving the moment where I had it all wrong.

"Well I don't think I can face your Mom. I mean... it's going to be... embarrassing?"

"Oh shit! That's what she meant. Well, fuck mei."

"Language."

"Sorry ma. Love you! I've got to go!" I said standing up.

"Heal yourself!" I heard her yell. I brought my knuckles up to see it still bleeding.

"Nah, this is my punishment. I won't heal it up. I should make sure it scars so I would always remember not be so stupid." I said to myself.

I paused only when I got to the porch of our house. I opened the door to see Isabelle limping towards Malcolm.

Malcolm flew up immediately and made his way to Isabelle.

"Let me help you, Luna." He said.

"I'm fine. I can manage." She said waving him off.

"No, your leg looks like it's going to burst. You shouldn't stress it so-"

I couldn't help the growl that erupted from my throat.

I saw Belle turn her head to me and then she rolled her eyes before the next thing I knew, she was in front of me.

Her hand was holding my injured ones while she caressed it. I saw tears in her eyes once again.

"What happened to you?" She whispered and my heart melted at the fact that she still cared about me even though she was angry with me.

She removed a splinter of wood off it and then another one and then she looked up at me with tears at the brim of her eyes.

"Chris... What-" She suddenly paused and then dropped my hand to turn around.

I felt my heart drop when she dropped my hand. I immediately pulled her hand before she could walk away. She turned her head again to glare at me and all I did was bring my hand up to clean the tears away.

She shifted her face to the other side so I wouldn't clean her tears. My heart ached at the sight as I couldn't help but sigh. I lifted her off her feet since I didn't want her to keep hurting because of her ankle that was swollen and red.

"Let go of me! I warned you not to touch me! Let me go!" She yelled throwing her leg about in protest but she stopped suddenly.

"What are you doing? Did I invite you here to watch or to treat my mate?" I asked Malcolm that was standing there watching us.

"I'm sorry. Right away, Alpha." He said and moved back to his briefcase opening it.

I sat down on the couch and placed her carefully on my laps. I moved my hand to hold her waist so she wouldn't move when I did what I wanted to do.

I removed her slippers and brought my hand to her leg examining it.

It looked so swollen. I'm sure it's going to be painful. I looked at it with a painful look on my face. It's all my fault.

"Alpha, if I may." I heard making me look up at the Doctor.

I shifted my hand so that my hand was still under her leg. The doctor shifted her glasses and then pressed a part.

I heard her wince in pain. I glared up in anger at the doctor. Was he stupid? He didn't know something that was this swollen would painful if he pressed it?

"Treat her more gently, Malcolm." I said coldly.

"I'm doing it as gently as I can, sir." He replied bowing his head slightly.

"Then do it-" I retorted but I was paused by a soft hand on my mouth.

I turned my eyes to Isabelle.

"Just leave him and let him do his job." She said softly that I felt all my anger dissipate.

She blushed and dropped her hand down almost immediately. I smiled at her and looked back to Malcolm.

"Well thankfully, it's a sprain and not a fracture. It should be fine after five days or probably one week." He said pursing his lips.

"One week?!" She asked.

"That is correct. Having used the leg to walk and ignoring the pain has made it more worse than it initially was." He replied.

She sighed and said nothing more. I was about to talk when Malcolm beat me to it.

"If I may ask, ma'am. How did you get a sprain?"

That was a question I have actually been willing to ask but there just wasn't the best time to ask.

"Oh, I was coming down the stairs when I missed one and well, here we are." She answered spreading her hand to gesture at her swollen leg.

"Oh okay."  He replied and I saw his eyes shift to me for a second before he turned back to his opened briefcase.

"Ow!" I heard suddenly making me look down at her leg to see her slippers touching her other leg.

I chuckled and I saw her look down blushing.

"I'll be putting on the ointment now." Malcolm said in emphasis and I think I saw an amused smile on his lips.

When he started putting the ointment I saw her squirm in my laps.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" I asked in panic which she shook her head negative to.

Oh good.

Suddenly she started to pull her legs away and I tightened my grip around her leg holding it firmly in place.

I bent my head to blow on the ointment as Malcolm rubbed it. I saw her smile which brought a smirk to my face but I immediately covered it up with blowing her leg.

"You should use this ointment every day, at night when you're about to sleep. It would help with the healing." Malcolm said closing the ointment as he pointed it to Isabelle.

I immediately reached out and snatched it from him almost cutting off his hand.

I studied the pack and I saw Isabelle look at me.

"Is there a prescribed amount?" I asked Malcolm looking up from the pack.

"Oh of course not, sir. Just not too much and make sure it is rubbed evenly around the area and also I would advise you to stay off that foot if you don't want it to take a month to heal." He replied looking to Isabelle when he said the last part.

"You're joking aren't you?" She replied with a chuckle.

"At all ma'am." He said sternly.

"Oh kill me."

"Now that's funny. Do you want a bandage?" Malcolm asked pointing at the bandage in his briefcase.

"No."

"Yes."

She turned her head to look at me. I was already looking at her because I knew she was going to look at me.

"I don't want a bandage." She replied. Why won't she want a bandage? There is nothing bad in it. I pursed my lips and said nothing only looking to her swollen leg and then to Malcolm.

"Just give me the bandage." I said stretching out my hand.

The doctor bowed his head and gave me the bandage.

"Don't let it get wet. Don't take a shower while it's on and remember to apply the ointment before you put the bandage on." He said placing it in my hand carefully.

"Alright. Is that all?" I asked him setting down the ointment and bandage by my side.

"Yes. May I take my leave or is there anything else you would like me to do before I leave?" Malcolm asked.

"That would be all. Thank you Malcolm." I replied.

I brought my hand up to hold her right hand since she had folded it in protest of not wanting a bandage.

Surprisingly, she didn't push my hand away and just let it stay there which I was very happy and grateful for.

"Actually, Malcom... Do you have some antiseptic ointment for a wound?" She asked before he could close up his briefcase.

"Umm are you injured somewhere else?" He asked and I saw his eyes divert to her knees.

"Yes, I fell earlier and I scraped my knees. Can I have it?" She asked stretching out her left hand to collect it.

"Yes ma'am." He replied turning around and pulled out a small bottle. He gave it to her and she collected it carefully with a smile.

Malcolm left soon and she set the small bottle of the ointment by the bandage and ointment for her leg.

Once I heard the door close, she didn't hesitate to try to move her body off me.

"Let me go." She said glaring at me.

"Malcolm said you should stay off that leg if you don't want it to worsen. I'm not going to let you go and then you'll sprain the other one." I said simply..

"I'm not even clumsy! It was just a mistake!" She retorted.

"And it's my fault for coming after you." She mumbled mostly to herself which I heard.

I couldn't help but sigh as I carried her. I felt my hand touching the bare skin of her thigh making my body hot in a few seconds.

"Watch where your hand is." She said suddenly.

"We're almost there." I managed to say nodding at the breakfast bar.

I set her dow on the stool that she normally sat on to have her food. I turned around the table and stopped when I faced her.

"What would you like to have?" I asked.

She only looked at me and then snorted looking the other way.

"Belle."

She didn't turn her head.

"Belle."

She still didn't answer me.

"Belle."

"What?" She replied harshly turning her head to me glaring again.

Goddess, haven't I received more than enough glaring to last me a year just this morning?

"Well I deserved that." I said to myself.

She snorted again obviously having heard what I just said and turned her head back to the way she was looking at before.

"Belle. Look at me."

"So he can say that he loves Roxy and I was just some stupid fling?" She mumbled which I heard.

"You're not a stupid fling, Belle." I said in disbelief.

She turned her head to me in surprise. Guess she wanted to say that in her head.

"And I most certainly do not love that witch of a girl. She's not even fine in any way whatsoever." I said and my face changed to one of disgust.

"Yeah? So who's the fine one in your eyes?" She asked making me smirk.

"Her face is small and looks squishy that I just want to squeeze it every time I see her. She has chocolate eyes that makes me crave chocolate anytime I see them. Oh and she has these beautiful golden yellow hair that cascades down all the way to her small waist. And those beautiful pink lips that looks so kissable everytime I see it. Oh and her body is so so beautiful. Above all, she is the love of my life." I replied my smirk turning to a grin.

"So does she have a name?" She asked and my grin widened.

She knew it was her but I'll play along well.

"Well, how about I show you instead?" I asked.

I went near her so I could see myself in her brown chocolate eyes.

"Do you see her?" I asked

"U-umm N-No." She stuttered

"Aw. That's too bad." I replied moving back before she heard my heart beating like crazy. But what's the point? Let her hear it

"Here, I'll kiss her for you to know her."

I said and then made my way around the table to her side

I lowered my head and turned her chair so she would face me well to ease the kiss

"I'm going in for the kiss now." I said and as soon as I said now and I couldn't wait any longer... I closed the distance between our lips

God, I loved this woman.

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