Chapter 3 Share my pain

Scarlett

Something in me wanted to hug him, wanted him to soothe me. I wanted his kisses, his raspy voice... A part of me wanted him to share my pain, to open my heart up to him.

That magnetic bond made me cling to him, the bond showing its sparks perfectly between us but his actions didn't make sense to me. Were we really mates? Or was it just me who was feeling the strong attraction and connection between us?

His hazel eyes wanted to say something but his pursed lips did not let him express it. His copper brown locks ruffled due to a gust of wind, the curly locks allotted on his forehead, interrupting me to look into his beautiful eyes.

I hadn't seen a gorgeous man who seemed sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself. His sharp jawline alluring me to touch it and...

When I remembered how he left me alone to deal with my pain, I couldn't bear how he abandoned me when I was at my worst and lonely. The tears started streaming down my cheeks and I didn't bother hiding them.

We stood there, facing each other. A lot of complaints in my mind, unbearable pain in my heart, and his face seemed pained by my harsh words. I couldn't stand here and cry like a weak person.

Just when I made a move to leave, he grabbed my wrist and hugged me from behind like he did that night.

"I'm sorry, I..." instead of finishing his sentence, he turned to face me and pulled me to his chest. I heard his heart drumming against his ribcage. His heart beating so fast and playing a romantic melody that I wanted to listen to forever.

My height was too short that I could reach only his shoulder which came off beneficial as I could be closer to his heart.

Despite having a lot of questions, I just stayed there silently, letting his touch comfort me. His pine and cinnamon scent filled my nostrils and relaxed my tense nerves.

"I don't believe in the mating concept, our pack is different from the other packs. We don't give priority to the mating bond but the feelings and power. You'll soon realize," he proclaimed in a gentle voice.

His words didn't make sense to me.

Was he trying to reject me?

Or was he denying the bond...?

Didn't he have a wolf to sense the mating bond?

"Are you rejecting me as your mate?" I spoke to my mind and pulled myself away from him.

He licked his lips nervously before speaking, "I don't believe in this bullshit, then, how can I reject you?"

I couldn't believe he was saying this despite being a werewolf. "All the werewolves believe in mating bonds, the Moon Goddess mates us to each other. I don't understand what you're trying to say."

Exhaling a deep breath, he held my hand and walked us to a garden. We sat on the green grass and I looked at him, demanding an explanation.

"Look, I don't believe in these childish stories. We have just heard about the mating bond and Moon Goddess in the stories from our elders. Have we ever seen the Moon Goddess or is there any proof that all this bullshit is true? Is there any book which states that all these things are true?"

His greenish-brown eyes looked at me in surprise, as if he expected me to believe him or understand him.

"Then what the fu-k are you doing here?! If I'm not your mate, what are you doing here? If you don't believe in mating bonds, why are you comforting me? Why are you saying sorry to me?" I couldn't hold my anger anymore. I shouted out all my questions.

His facial expression turned into a deep frown as if I was the one uttering bullshit. It was him who was behaving abnormally.

Standing up from the ground, he shrugged, casting a despondent look at me. "Why do girls have to be clingy all the time? Can't you just move on from a guy? It was just a kiss, after all," he said in a mocking manner which hurt my feelings and pride.

If he wanted to deny the bond and keep playing around like a playboy. I won't stop him. I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to. The girls already swooned over him and with the way they were flirting with him, he must have slept with all those girls.

"Fine. We part our ways from here, then. I'm not a clingy girl like those who were flirting with you," I hid the pain that was caused by his words and said it casually.

"That's great. I bet no one would have kissed you like me. I'm the best kisser, they say," he asserted in an arrogant voice, smirking arrogantly.

I smirked and got up from the grassy surface. "Trust me, you're the worst kisser." Accepting the fact that I haven't kissed anyone except him would make him feel triumphant so I decided to lie.

"Hmm. That's why you weren't getting over me huh?" He took a step closer, trying to find the truth in my eyes but I stole his glance.

I would not let him see the truth, my feelings, my pain, my expectations, nothing. He didn't deserve it, he was just a playboy who was trying to get a chance with me that day. That's it. I'll move on from that jerk of a mate.

"You and I, that's not happening. You are a jerk, an asshole, who was messing with me," I said ruefully, taking a step ahead towards him and letting him see that I wasn't afraid of him.

"Yeah," he agreed, lowering his gaze. "You and I, it won't ever happen." The emotions in his eyes changed from playful to mournful for a second and before I could reach the depth of those emotions, he averted his eyes from me.

"Ever," I promised him with so much hatred in my heart.

For a while, I felt like he was really sorry for whatever happened and for not showing up when I needed him but it wasn't a regret. It was... maybe pity... or maybe nothing. I was trying to understand him but now, there was no need to do so.

Klaus Nelson. I hate you. I wished I could say it aloud but it'll only amuse him more.

Rolling my eyes at his nasty smirk, I started taking small steps in the opposite direction. I had to control my moron heart who still wanted to have a last look at him before departing, who still wanted to kiss him.