1 week passed.
He hasn't talked to me once.
1 week passed, have I tried talking to him.
1 week passed.
Since I've been healed.
1 week passed.
Since he came into my room.
I have been crying, non stop.
Every time I tried talking to him, he would just brush past me.
Amelia comforted me and asked me what's wrong but I couldn't say a word.
They just couldn't come out.
Words made memories of him alive in my womb.
But he's gone.
He's gone and he's dead.
He's out of my reach.
Out of my grasp.
Out of this world.
Even still, Amelia just comforted me.
Many times have she wanted to call Jax but I stopped her.
"Don't worry him. I'm fine." is what I always say to her.
She sighed.
I also started to wear long sleeves. Till I manage to tell Jax about his son, I shall cover up the tattoo.
But Kayden will forever be my pride. Whether Jax likes it or not.
Still, I wonder:
Would he have been happy? Or angry?
Now, I am just fiddling with my dinner.
"Scarlett, are you gonna eat?"
"Not hungry."
"Come on. You haven't eaten a proper meal since last week. Something is wrong. Can you please tell me?"
"I'm sorry Amelia. It's too painful. When I tell Jax and he knows, O can tell you. Okay?"
"Alright. I'll stand by you no matter what."
"Thank you."
I ate my food slowly and rejecting every bite of taste.
Half the plate was empty when I pushed it aside.
"I'm going to bed."
"Okay. Goodnight. "
"Goodnight. "
I headed upstairs and went into Jax's room.
He had a late training with the pack today so he won't be back till late.
I sat on his bed and took in his scent.
It was so relaxing.
I looked around his room, but because of the darkness, I saw nothing.
Only the light from the moon is brightening the room just by a little.
The door creaked open.
I gasped and hid under the table.
Jax's scent engulfed in my nose.
I looked up and saw him with another she wolf.
Their lips were touching and Jax continued to suck her neck.
She moaned loudly.
My eyes darkened.
That fucking asshole!
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My Rogue Mate
WerewolfHe had the looks to kill, he had the looks to protect. But he didn't have the looks to love. He never searched for that someone, but deep down he knew he needed her. And when they finally met, it was as if the sun and moon clashed. Like polar oppos...
