Chapter 14: Chapter 14

I tried to open my eyes but they betrayed me and decided to remain shut, my whole body was on shut down mode, it could not handle the pain.

Though all I could see was darkness my body was still alive and I could still feel the pain surging through my body. I could do anything to make it go away but the way out wasn't pleasing...I don't want him to mark me.

Suddenly I feel something heavy settle on my stomach. It's heavy but it suddenly makes me feel better, some of the pain goes away in a flash. And suddenly..... I'm in deep sleep.

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I wake up and feel something on me. I take in my surroundings and notice I am back in Isaac's room. His scent fills the air and I immediately know he is in the room. I slowly raise my body and Isaac's eyes quickly snap in my direction. He is seated on a chair and facing me with a pained look stretching over his face and a determined look. His eyebrows are furrowed and his hair is messed up and falling all over his face. The look of torture crosses his features and the tension in his shoulders lets nothing away.

I look down at my hand and find his hand holding mine tightly. My body feels different and heavy as if it is weighing me down on the bed. This is just the second time and I know that it will not be easy as time passes and the next wave will be much worse than the past two that I have experienced. Goddess knows I do not want to go through the pain again. The wave of lust that always comes with the pain is much worse than how the elders describe it when telling stories.

"You're awake." His voice cuts through my thoughts and I look up at him.

"Way to figure it out genius," I say sarcastically. I am surprised that I even have the strength to be sarcastic when my body feels like it could fall into oblivion again.

"Are you okay?" He asked ignoring my sarcastic response.

The look of concern almost makes me feel guilty for being sarcastic. I have a stinging pain in my head and all I need is a pack of ice and a cold shower to finally cool down my body and mask up the scent of arousal surrounding my body.

"I'm fine," I said, smiling. It was a fake smile, my body was still in pain and it hurt badly but somehow something made me feel better. I feel like I could just crawl out of my body.

"Don't lie to me." Said Isaac with a scowl on his face.

"I'm not lying." I retort back.

"You know I can fucking tell when you're lying Aleisa." He said, calmly this time. "I know you're in pain, I can feel it."

And he can also hear my thoughts loud and clear.

"So what. Huh." I said as a mocking laugh escaped my lips. "You don't give a shit about me. You don't have to be here just because you feel drawn to the mate bond, okay!" I snap and remove my hand from his, already missing the warmth.

"Alei-"

"Don't worry I won't mind. I don't know how Dylan got you to bring me here but I apologize on his behalf if he blackmailed you." I continue blurting, unable to stop myself. I feel the urge to cry and pain crawl at my chest.

"He didn’t bla-"

"You can go your own way, fucking those sluts and I can go my own way, whatever it is," I say looking at him sternly while trying to push back the tears. "You don't have to stay, I know you want to be with Li-" I keep mumbling until the tears start falling down my cheeks.

"Would you just shut up?!" Says Isaac, his voice deep and filled with anger. “I don't want her or anybody else for that matter,” he heaves out, his eyes narrowed into slits. “I want you." He says and his voice is now silent and calm.

Me! No, that cannot be right. Nothing he has done so far points down to the fact that he even wants me. The whole idea of this trip felt like something Dylan would force him into doing. A large part of me is telling me that he is only doing this becomes of empathy and he is only saying whatever he is saying because of the pull of the mate bond. The feeling of wanting me is natural especially after he has been there when I went through heat, the lust is probably getting into his head.

I feel pathetic when the more insecure part of me, encourages me that he has learned his mistake and would like to make everything better. He has not done anything to make me believe that he wants to build something between us. Heck, we are not even friends.

"Your actions don't say the same," I say staring him straight in the eye, his eyes do light up something in me but I am not going to allow them to fascinate me.

"My actions. I'm trying my best here and all you say is my actions don't match my words. Are you fucking with me right now?" He says, dropping his hands next to him in exasperation.

"I didn't beg you to fucking try." I snap as I muster a frown. This probably seems hilarious because I have tears falling down my cheeks while I yell back at a full-grown male werewolf.

"You didn't." He says slowly, taking my hand back in his. "But I couldn't leave you alone, Aleisa it may sound like shit but I'm somehow drawn to you. All I'm asking here is if you could at least give me a chance." He says as he runs his fingers through his hair.

I gawk at him despite being in a heated argument, his features just seem to zone me out of the conversation. The tensing of his muscles and biceps as he talks to me makes my heart flutter at a different rate. Cliché? Yes, but I cannot help it. It does not help the fact that I want to kick him everywhere but I also want to jump his bones at the same time. I am now doubting my sanity. It has to be freaking illegal to look so lick-able.

"Aleisa. Fuck, those thoughts aren't gonna end well if you keep thinking about them around me." He groans. Oh, I forgot he could read fucking minds.

I am flushed with embarrassment when he stares at me with a distant and reprimanding look as if he would also love nothing more than to fulfill my dirty thoughts. How did everything change from an argument to me gawking at his body and then to him making me flush in embarrassment?

I suddenly make a choice and I know this choice might end up biting back at me or I might actually not have regrets buy either way.....

I'll take the risk.

If my mother was right and this is going to work out eventually, I do not want to make my life hard by ignoring the inevitable.

"Fine. I'll give you a chance." I say and a smile slowly creeps onto his face. "But one thing," I say and his face turns into a frown before he nods.

I smile evilly at him, I probably look like some psycho smiling evilly with teary stains marking my cheeks. I run my hand through my hair and pull it from my back and onto my shoulders, cascading over my chest.

"Anything." He says. The eager tone in his voice makes me smile wider.

"You will make my meals for me and it should be fucking tasty. I'm talking defuckinglicious." I say as my index finger points to him.

"Deal." He says without hesitation before he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “Defuckinglicious?” I laugh and wipe away the tears from my face when he lets go of my other hand.

We cracked a deal over my appetite. Ha-ha.