"What's wrong?" I tilt my head to the side as I watched Mek playing with his food.
"Nothing." He shrugged, "There's nothing wrong with me."
He denied it, but I can tell there was something wrong with my mate.
The Mek I've become familiar with isn't like this. He's stubborn and headstrong. He's never as withdrawn as the one sitting opposite me. I stood at the same time he did.
"You can't tell me it's nothing, not when you have that expression on your face." I point to the food he's still toying with, "you've not eaten your food."
"I don't feel like having breakfast." He stood, and carried his plate to the kitchen.
I followed him.
He's currently washing the plate he made use of, in the sink.
Watching my mate, pulled at my heart string. I've never seen someone as perfect as he is. None of the males I've been with can be compared to my cute, witty mate who doesn't take shit from anyone.
I slowly walk towards him, making sure not to make any noise.
"What's wrong?" I circle my arm around his waist.
"Goddess!" He screamed as he pushed me off him.
Stunned by not only his shout, but the fear in his eyes, I take a step back.
"What's wrong?" I asked in concern.
"Don't come near me."
"Why? What's wrong?" I take a step closer to him, but he creates more distance between us.
"Don't, don't come anywhere near me." He gave me a once over.
"Mek, are you alright?" I ask in concern, but I stood where I was.
I want nothing more than to go to him, envelop him in a hug, and whisper in a soothing voice, that everything will be alright.
But I did no such thing.
My mate has given a request.
It's only fitting if I oblige them unquestionably.
"I'll be alright if you keep your distance from me."
"What did I do?" I tried to think about what I might have done wrong.
Could it be I unknowingly did something bad to him without being aware of it? But that's not possible.
There's no way for that.
"You — it's nothing. Forget I said anything. You did nothing. I just want to be on my own. I hope you respect my request." With one final look at me, he ran out of the kitchen.
"What was that?" I slump on the floor as I tried to think about the reason for his strange behaviour.
Last I checked, I've done nothing to warrant him acting as if am the plague.
Aside from last night, I can't think of anything else.
Wait a minute.
I stood from the floor.
Could it be he's angry about the meal he prepared?
But that couldn't be possible. He was laughing when he ran into his room last night.
There was no trace of anger on his face as he did so.
Nonetheless.
I can't Still help but think about the possibility of the problem being about what happened.
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*
I lean on the door as I take deep, steady breaths. What's wrong with me?
"Argh!" I tug on my poor hair. "Just what's wrong with me?"
It's not his fault he happened to be the object of my fantasy. It's not, at all.
It's not his fault that my mind decided to conjure him up when I was having the most heated moment with myself.
Looking at him makes me feel guilty. It makes me feel as if I used his poor self for my gain. And that right there isn't a feeling I wish to associate with myself.
What will he think of me, should he know I not only pleasures myself, but considered him to be I did so?
Will he think me dirty?
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*
I walk out of the house when I saw his pack members outside helping each other in doing one thing or the other.
This time, the rogue wasn't the one who asked me out of the house. I decided to come out on my own.
The pack members stopped what they were doing, and watched me as I approached them. The attention on me was unnerving, and it made me want to turn back and seek cover in the protection of my house.
I looked around, searching for the rogue whose face is the only familiar one I know, but I couldn't find him.
Figures
The rogue decided not to be in attendance on the day I decided to meet his people officially.
"Hi." I nervously waved at them.
Get a grip on yourself, Mek!
I mentally hit my head with my hands. Why must I be this nervous in the presence of ordinary pack members?
I am a warrior Alpha, I have no reason to be nervous about anything.
The entire members of the pack looked at me in silence. None made any move to talk. They just stood there, watching me as if they haven't seen a person like me before.
Well, let's do a one-sided introduction. It seems like they are not ready to introduce themselves to me.
"You might not know who I am. I'm the Alpha of—"
The expression on their faces didn't change. Instead, it made me feel nervous and small.
I introduced myself to them and stood there waiting for either their acceptance or introduction.
But they gave nothing. They only stood there watching me as if I were some sort of home movie, one they've not seen before.
You know what, I think will just go back to my room. It's better there. I turned to go.
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*
"Cut the ropes in equal sizes. You're not getting the cut." The oldest of the pack scolded me as if I were a child.
" Sorry sir," I carefully cut the rope this time, I made sure to cut the ropes in such a way it's as straight as he seemed to want them to be.
"That's good." He nods at my work, "you're finally getting the hang of it. Now let's go over to the intricate aspect of it."