Rose? Is everything alright? His worry shined through both the link and his voice. A small sense of panic coloured the thread from its vibrant golden-like red to a streak of blues. Yeah, I uh, I just wanted to talk to you. Great, even mind linking she managed to sound like a dork. But She was still a bit confused as to what had just happened. Are to sure? I could be there in a few No, No I'm fine really. No need to worry. Are you sure? Yup. Um... What are you doing right now? She didn't want to ask or at least not right away, it sounded awkward, but She was curious as to what made the sudden mood change. I was just going over some files and reports by Vilkas, Why? I was just wondering why you were annoyed. That's all. Annoyed -? There was a sudden shift coming from his end, surprise and then an emotion that felt strongly to that of when someone was being sneaky. Oh? It's nothing, your father will be here soon. She knew he was changing the conversation but she wasn't very
To keep her sanity, She said no more on the moving room topic, much to her wolf's displeasure. "Fine, whatever. On a whole different topic, I want to ask you and I'm telling you as well that I don't want to just stay here all day or go shopping when I'm bored. I want something to do and I was wondering if you had anything for me to do?" He went silent for a while and She could make out grumbles of displeasure coming from him. After a while, she heard the water turn off and Zander stepped out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Water droplets fell from his damp-toned skin, the white towel seemed to emphasize how much skin he was showing as well as his huge build. He began to walk toward her with an irritated look on his face that slowly dropped, he stopped before her. His tattoos shone, and His skin looked sun-kissed, contrasting with the white towel which looked very loose around his waist. Each confident step that he took toward her made her lower
"Were you living here all this time? I thought you are dead by now," Was the first sentence her dad fully said as she invited him inside and asked him to sit. "I've missed you too, Dad," She joked lightly, shaking her head. After a short conversation of checking on her, and asking her if she was all right, the tricky part came next. She realized this when her dad narrowed his eyes and for the first time began to look around with a tense frame, she thought he was beginning to notice a stronger presence in the house.While her adoptive mom was the outgoing and talkative one, he was quiet and watchful, but when her dad had to talk or was angry, he could be the most intimidating man ever. Over the past few years, being alone with her father made her realize that he could be a monster if he wants but she couldn't tell how he and Zander would do in the same room.And that last thought made her uneasy."So… You found your mate, is that true?" Her dad asked with a serious look on his face.
The room felt heavy as if a bomb was about to go off as Rose and her father both looked at each other. "I haven't even met him and I can tell he's a bad influence on you. Look what's happening! You're said to be involved with the attacks! I can't believe what happened when I asked you to run away from the pack it was to get you away from danger not to run to it." Her dad yelled, raising his arms in the air. Her face flushed with anger at his words. "I can't believe you, your right! You haven't met my mate and yet you judge him." She yelled back, pointing the finger at him, he took a step forward and latched on to her arm. Step. Step. Rose looked at him, her face looking angry as the mood in the room dropped along with the temperature. Step. Step.“Because he has given nothing good to like or appreciate. I'm glad you're safe, but you're coming home with me immediately." He boomed. Step. Step. "Let go! You can't make me go anywhere I don't want to be, I'm staying here with my mat
She flinched as well. "What? I'm the bad influence, remember?" Her dad glanced at her, panic and fear on his face, but she knew why he looked at her. She knew what he was asking. Is this your mate? But She didn't nod, she didn't breathe, she didn't move. Through the bond, that same cold, emptiness was coming from Zander's side of the bond. "But you know, that might be the first name that isn't insulting. I've been called much worse, monster, killer, abomination, and many more, those are just the ones on the top of my head, but I have to say the one that's stuck-" He spoke with a large smile on his face, making his words all the worse. "Zan -" She began to interrupt him, finding her voice but then losing it once his icy blue orbs flickered to her, and his smile fell. They looked at each other for a few seconds, through the bond the darkness cleared a bit, but when her father, who had used those few seconds to quickly back away to the door, took hold of her wrist and began to p
Looking back at Zander, Rose saw him grit his teeth and stand fluently, he clenched his hands into fists. He tried to take a step toward her but she held up a finger at him. "Stop. I've had enough of your macho shit, I will not take it anymore. This is enough Zander, You can't keep doing this." She snarled out at him. "Rose-" His expression turned bitter. "No! I'm serious, I'm done making excuses every time you fucked up. What is it? Why do you act like this!?" She yelled out at him, her walls crumbling as she finally gave out and let go. "You don't understand-" "Of course, I don't because you won't bloody open up to me! This won't work if you won't tell me what's going on!" She cried out, frustration eating at her. She was jumpy, her body ready to move around. He snarled at her and she snarled back, not backing down, something dark and wild was stirring in her, hoping this would turn into a bigger fight. His blue eyes glinted dangerously and flickered over to her father who w
Zander Blackwood"Sleep. Forget. Grieve. " He whispered to her.He sent her a small smile before her eyes closed, He flashed to her side before her body dropped to the ground. Cradling her gently in his arms he looked down at his little mate. The pain of what he was doing hit him harder and harder every second that he looked down at her.Her face looked calm and peaceful, an expression that had not been there while he behaved like he had so many years before meeting her.Cold. Uncaring. Brusque. An Ass.He brought her closer to his chest and cherished the seconds he had with her in his arms, not caring about those pack members watc
He rubbed at his eyes, not caring about how the small amount of sleep he had was making him more and more dangerous for others to be around with his slight shift of control. It's not like He wouldn't be able to heal anything he tore apart. . .except maybe death. Having his mind split into so many different tasks while functioning on little food, sleep and a mate for comfort was suddenly taking its toll on him.He wasn't one to struggle with mental tasks, but mind linking different members, going through their minds for anything that stuck out, keeping track of loose rogues around the world, listening in on alpha conversations, having wolves use his excessive energy for missions, sending out directions at every direction and dealing with heightened senses, not to mention having his own thoughts to deal with as well as struggling not to use the only link he really wanted to use was a struggle to the max.It didn't help that he was overworking to catch the little snitch in the pack, who