Chapter 4

                                 

Misty

Two days have passed since I went to see my mate. He has been marked, he carries the dishonorable mark. I've never actually seen someone with that mark. It's a rare mark to see because Most are killed instead of giving that mark. I may have never seen that mark, but everyone knows to stay away from anyone who has it.

I went there to get questions but left with nothing but more questions. 

Only horrible people get that mark. 

What did he do to deserve that mark?

Different really horrible things come to mind, wondering if that is what he did.

I lay here on my bed in the middle of the night. I haven't really slept any the past two days. All I can think about is him. I can't stop wondering what he must have done to deserve that mark. 

I reach up wiping away my tears that always fill my eyes when I think about these things. It's clear he doesn't want me, but I can't help but to still want him even with him having that mark, but how can I still want someone like him. That female said he's a good person, but good people Don't have that mark, only horrible people do. 

Any dreams that I ever had of having a mate has been shattered. He's an outcast, forced to live the rest of his days alone and away from his own kind. His banishment will become mine. People will think that I'm just as bad as him. I don't want to be an outcast. I have family, friends, I have a life. I don't want to be forced to live as a rogue. I've been a part of a pack all my life. Pack life is all I know.

Even with knowing all these things, a part of me still wants him.

I lay here wiping away my tears. I can't get the picture of his marked face out of my head. I try picturing his face without those scars, but I can't. But even with those scars I still find him handsome.

The next morning when the alarm on my phone goes off, I get out of bed knowing I'll have to head to work soon.

After I shower, I head downstairs to the kitchen where my mother is cooking breakfast. 

"Good morning." She says to me as I walk into the kitchen.

"Good morning," I say back as I walk over to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water.

"Is everything okay with you? You have been spending a lot of time alone in your room." She looks over at me with a raised brow. 

"I'm fine, just been tired lately from the extra shifts I've been taking at work." I lie to stop her from asking any more questions. 

She looks at me for a second, but don't say anything else. Maybe she can sense that something is wrong. She has always been able to tell when something is bothering me.

I may say I'm fine, But I'm not fine. I now feel this hurt inside. Ever since the day that I found my mate things just haven't felt the same for me. Knowing my mate is out there, but doesn't want me just leave me dull inside. I was once happy, but now I don't really feel like I have much to be happy about. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to be around anyone. I just want to be alone with my thoughts as I cry to myself.

I don't know why this is happening to me. Why couldn't I just find my mate and be happy like everyone else?

Feeling my eyes starting to burn with tears, I push those thoughts away and take a sip of the water, stopping the tears from spilling.

My father and brother walk into the kitchen, just coming back from training. They are both strong high ranking pack warriors. My father and brother being strong pack warriors give our family name attention, attention that I now wish we didn't have. I can't help but wonder what people will start to think when everyone my age in the pack starts to find their mates and I'm the only one still left mateless because my mate has the dishonorable mark and doesn't want me.

Feeling those tears start to fill my eyes again, I push those thoughts away and walk over taking a seat at the table as mother sits the food out.

Not really hungry, I sit here moving the food around on my plate, not paying attention to what the others are talking about as I'm lost within my own thoughts. 

"Misty, you haven't said anything, what's up with you?" My brother says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I look around the table, seeing them all looking at me now.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about some things that all. How was training?" I ask, trying to take the focus off of me.

My brother and father look away as they continue to eat, but my mother continues to watch me with worried eyes. 

"Same ole same ole." My brother says, shrugging. 

I force out a fake low chuckle as I force myself to start to eat, hoping mother will not feel the need to question me to see if something is bothering me. If she starts to question me, I know I won't be able to hold it all in. The tears will start to fall and I'll have to tell her everything. 

I don't know why, but It always happens that way. I can be holding it all together, but the second I have to talk about it the tears come running like a river.

After a few seconds pass, I glance over at her to see that she not watching me anymore. As my they all talk, I force out a low chuckle whenever I hear the others at the table laugh, to make it appear that I'm apart of the conversation at the table. But really I'm lost in my thoughts and have no idea what anyone at the table is talking about.

After breakfast, I leave the house heading to work. While alone in the car, tears manage to escape my eyes as I think about him. No matter how much I try not to think about it, I still do. 

I can't get his face out of my head. 

I can't stop wondering what he did to deserve that mark.

I still have many questions that I have no answer to.

Once I pull into the parking lot of the restaurant, I look into the rearview mirror and wipe the tears away before heading inside. 

As I work I think about him. I think about what that female told me. Her words repeat themselves in my head. 'He's not a bad person despite the things he has done. Just don't judge him before getting to know the good guy he is.'

I guess I've been judging him, but how can I not judge him when he carries the mark that only horrible, monstrous people carry for the world to see. She said he's a good person, but that mark says differently.

What did he do to earn that mark?

He told me to not come back there. He Doesn't want me bothering him. But maybe if I got a few answers to my questions to give me a bit of closure, then maybe it will make things a bit easier.

After work, I decided to go back to see him again to get the answers to all these questions that have been racing through my head.

As I head up in the elevator to his floor, this nervousness sets in as I watch the numbers change as the elevator moves up. I may be a nervous wreck right now, but my wolf seems really happy to be back here.

The elevator doors open and I swallow down the nervousness and step out of the elevator, heading to his place. 

Even though He told me to not come back here, here I am, here again. I just need answers to these questions that have been eating away at me. 

Once I get to his door, I take in a calming breath before knocking.

After a couple of seconds pass, the door open and there my shirtless mate stand with a frown on his marked face. One breath of his scent causes My mind to go blank and I've now forgotten what I've come here for. I'm unable to look away from his marked face. 

"Was I not clear the first time!" His words come out through clenched teeth, letting the power he holds pour from him, attempting to intimidate me and force me away.

Maybe if it was another alpha male I would've been tucking my tail like a scared dog, trying to get away from him, but he doesn't affect me that way. I can feel his power, but instead of wanting to get away, I want to come closer to the alpha male that belongs to me.

"I...I..um..I." Knowing I came here for answers, I try to say something but my words just won't come out as I continue to stare at him.

"Leave and Don't come here again!" He tells me, closing the door.

I stand here just staring at the closed door. I look down at the floor and let out a sigh as I start to walk away, heading over to the elevator, but stop. I frown looking back over at the door. I need answers or these questions will continue to hunt my mind throughout every second of the day.

Deciding that I'm not leaving until my questions are answered. I walk back over to the door and knock again, before reaching out twisting the doorknob letting myself in.