Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 109

Then comes the hints of self-consciousness, the worries of Claire and Old Rae and old thoughts about

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away. I have a gorgeous, intimidating, intense, and changed man for a Mate who I need and who

needs me, and that's all I want. That's all I want to think about. I don't need Old Rae ruining this for me.

James needs me. Not her. That's all. If I want an experience without my anxious, sad self, then I will

have it. I deserve it. His touch is enough to distract me.

I gently pull away and he begins to leave soft kisses down my jaw and onto my neck which makes my

heart race. "James," I murmur, high off of my emotions, "James, I need you."

"I know," he mumbles against my skin, but I need him to take me more seriously.

"No, James. I want you."

He pulls away, leaving me cold. "You've been drinking."

"I've never been more sober," I smile just thinking about it and I reach out to him, but he steps back,

catching me off guard.

"No, Rae. Not tonight."

My heart plummets to the ground. My entire body tenses and falls and weighs me down. An intense

numbness spreads throughout me and a deep, encumbering panic suffocates me. I can't breathe. I

can't think. My throat seems to swell shut and I pray to the heavens that the tears welling in my eyes

don't fall.

It is my worst nightmare come to life. All I can hear is my heart beating in my ears. My chest hurts, it

feels as if it's caving in. "Oh," I manage to breathe out. "Okay."

"Rae—"

"No, no it's, uh, it's fine. Um, I'm going to—I'm going to go to bed."

I walk into the light of the hallway before rushing up into the darkness of my room, shutting off all of the

lights except for the single lamp beside my bed. I lock the door and let the tears fall, and they don't

seem to stop. It's humiliation. It's my most personal fear. It's Old Rae squeezing my throat and Claire

laughing in my face. It's my mother telling me that I am a terrible Luna and Noah amused that I'm

mated to an Alpha. It's being thrown to the dogs. It's listening to him fuck another woman for three

weeks. It's laying under a dead wolf and relating to a dead woman. It's having a drink thrown in my face

and being yelled at to get out. It's drinking the pain away. It's never being her. It's not being able to live

like this. It's being told that I'm not wanted.

He grabbed me and pushed me against a wall to yell in my face that he doesn't want me. That's what

this is. That's what this feels like.

My heart vibrates in my chest, my whole body shaking. My hands cling to everything just to keep

myself standing, then I see the bathroom door. I float towards it like a ghost, like I no longer need to

breathe. There's something romantic about it, about my hand pushing it open, about my bare feet on

the tile floor, about the bathtub.

I bite my lip as my eyes trickle down to the shower floor where my razor lays. I take it and caress it and

hold it with care before bending the plastic. Something ignites inside of me when the snapping hits my

ears. I can't help but smile as tears slip past my lips. Then I lower myself into the empty tub, and I lay

back, gripping the single blade in-between my two fingers. Then I dream. I dream of what I couldn't

have here, but what I can have there.

"He needs you, Rae," I whisper to myself, "don't you know that? He told you that he needs you."

I bring the blade to my skin, not knowing what I'll do. I stare at it for a minute before the knocking

comes to my door. "Rae," he calls for me, "Rae, please open the door. Can we talk?"

"No," I yell back, my hand shaking. "No, I want to be alone!"

"Please just open the door."

"Just leave me alone, James!" I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Rae—No, open the door right now," he demands, his voice growing serious.

"Go away! Can't you just leave me alone for two seconds!" I take the blade from my skin, losing focus.

"Open the door right now or I'm breaking it down," he threatens. "Do you hear me, Rae? Open the

damn door!"

I groan loudly, jumping when I hear him banging on the door. I scramble up, drop the blade, and hurry

to the bathroom door. The bedroom door hits the floor and I push the bathroom door shut, but not fast

enough. James forces it open and gets inside. He scans the room and I blurt, "I wasn't going to do it."

His eyes single in on the tub and my heart stops. He reaches down and grabs the blade then grabs the

broken razor from the counter.

"I wasn't going to do it."

He turns to me as a breakdown and he grabs my arm, forcing me out of the room. James brings me

down the hall into his bedroom and lets go as he enters his bathroom. He comes out with another razor

in his hand then walks out his bedroom doors.

I fall to the floor and cry into my hands, not sure what to do anymore. Everything feels like a dream,

and I don't know how to wake up.

James returns and closes the doors behind him. He picks me up from the ground and wraps his arms

around me, his hand rubbing my back. "Come on," he murmurs and leads me to the bed. He pulls back

the covers and I get in, moving over for him to lay beside me. He holds me and strokes my hair while

tears fall onto the pillows.

"I wasn't going to do it."