Still Unlucky

Layla's POV.

I didn't know or understand why I had the chance to have another mate, but from the memories I had of him, I was glad he didn't hit me like Logan did, though he certainly didn't want a mate like me, that's why he left the room so he won't get to see me.

I heard water running and then it stopped. Then I realized he was still in the room with me. I wondered what version of him I would get today.

I sat on the bed readying myself, I wasn't feeling strong and this made me know that my wolf wasn't in good condition.

He came out water still dripping on his body, and I swallowed when I saw his body, I looked away, flushing immediately.

"I see you've woken up." He said coldly and I flinched wondering why he was so cold to me.

"You don't have to talk to me in that manner." I managed to say and he laughed maniacally, I hated how he looked so hot when he laughed, his one sided dimple showing.

"And what manner is that?" He asked as he picked up something from the floor, then he looked back at me.

"Nothing." I said standing up as I rolled my eyes when he didn't let me pass, I wanted to go stay in the bathroom, it was better than being in the same space with him.

He held my wrist tightly and I winced at the pain, he looked like he was fighting himself for some weird reason, he stepped back his chest heaving, then he glared at me.

He told me he didn't like me and I understood that, but I don't know why he was behaving this way with me. I would've loved it if he rejected me and spared me this emotional hurt I was feeling.

I blamed the mate bond for this. It made everything he did to show how he didn't like me hurt. He said it yesterday, but he was beginning to show it, I wished the moon goddess didn't give me another stuck up mate. I was beginning to feel how unlucky I was, as my old pack members often said I was.

I walked past him and went into the bathroom, turning on the shower so the water would run and he wouldn't hear me cry. I suddenly felt like crying.

My heart kept clenching painfully, and the mate bond felt more powerful than that of my former mate, it felt deeper than I could.

I sat on the floor,and the water hit me, as I gave way to tears, hurt about everything, I felt sensitive with this particular mate, and it made me remember everything bad I've ever encountered, it annoyed me that I even thought differently of him, I thought he was different with the way he acted at first, but I was wrong, at least Logan never liked me or pretended to do so when he found out we were mates, but he behaved like he cared and it annoyed me so fucking much.

I kept crying and I tried talking to my wolf too, but my wolf kept silent, howling and whining every minute. It hurt me that my wolf was also hurt. I was most excited when I found out about our new mate, yet I was disappointed again.

Now I understood why emotional pain hurt the most, my heart kept clenching and unclenching and my wolf wasn't happy too, the combination made me feel more sad than I could describe.

I wondered how he'd keep behaving with me. I stood up, my clothes drenched, I sighed as I took them off, I saw a washing room when he opened one of the doors earlier, I decided to wash the drenched clothes there.

I went out of the bathroom and realized he wasn't there. I was glad to not run into him again. I went into the washing room, and I took off the clothes and put them in the washing machine.

I moped the floor, I didn't want to risk upsetting him, satisfied with my work, I brought out the clothes, using the electric dryer, I folded the clothes, put it back in the wardrobe, I took out another of his sweatpants and sweatshirt hoping he wasn't upset.

I opened the other doors and I realized he had a library, I was so fascinated, it was wide and has a reading space, I found my favorite genre, where the female lead has sudden powers and I wished I had powers too, then no one would take me for weak werewolf, my wolf has strength, I could feel it, but I didn't know what was hindering, what made me feel constantly weak.

I sighed as I came out of the library and realized he wasn't back yet. It felt like he left the room to avoid me, he wanted nothing to do with me, I felt like a disease.

I suddenly thought of how life would be if my mom were alive, would she have treated me the same way everyone did, would she also call me a curse or a disease, I only know her face through the pictures I saw and I knew I looked a lot like her, though I didn't know who I got the hazel eyes from, my father didn't have it, neither did my mom.

The healer in my former pack told me that my mom would've loved me and that she would take care of me and now behave the same way everyone did and I held that to my heart, comforting myself with the idea that I would have gotten a lovely mom and my life would've been happier, she would take my side when no one else did, she would defend me when no one did.

Closing my eyes, I pictured her face, finally seeing it after trying to picture her face from the pictures I saw of her, and with a smile I fell asleep.