The Big Bad Wolf Mate

I prayed that Bishop hadn't seen Anderson kiss me but I knew from the feelings crippling me right now that he most definitely did and that I needed to find him fast before he did something rash. I picked myself up from the floor and took off out the door, trailing his scent at the far end of the property. I shifted and ran as fast as I could, praying that he would hear me out but I knew with his stubborn streak that it wouldn't be easy.

Once I made it past the border, I found his scent and headed out towards False cliff, one of his favorite places to hide, when another wave of pain flooded my heart making me stumble and fall against a tree. A sharp pain made me whence and the tangy smell of blood filled my nostrils. I shook out my fur, sending the fresh liquid all along the ground then took off again hoping that he wasn't hurt.

Once I reached the bottom, I cautiously climbed up the rocky terrain and thought about what I was going to say. This never would have happened if I had just been honest with him in the beginning. When I finally reached the top, I saw him laying on the ground, motionless and I ran over to him. He stiffened before I could reach him and jumped up like a caged animal with a wild look in his eyes. Shifting to his human, I followed in submission.

"How could you?" He spit out viscously in a deep devilish voice and stood up tall, easily towering over my smaller frame.

"Bishop, please, let me ex..."

"What? Explain? That it was a mistake? That it was an accident? You said you would never betray me and yet here you are, doing the same thing that bitch did and with the same fucking wolf. I never should have trusted you. I should have rejected you the moment we met."

I stumbled back at his words and began crying as I tried to talk but he just kept getting angrier.

"It isn't what you think. Please Bishop, listen to me."

He shook his head as his claws began to elongate from his fingertips. He took slow steps towards me, raising his lip up and began to speak.

"I..."

"NO!" I said in a shaky voice, falling to the ground on my knees from the sudden blow to my gut. He wouldn't do this, would he?

He took another step towards me and said "Alpha..."

"STOP. PLEASE NO!" I pleaded again as the pain traveled through my stomach and up my spine, stretching out to all my limbs.

"Bishop Sloan..." He continued stalking towards me with wild, crazy eyes.

I fell to the ground in severe pain, clutching my belly, pressure crushing down on my chest at what was about to happen. I couldn't breathe and everything around me began to get hazy, my ears were ringing from his words.

"PLEASE, STOP. STOP BISHOP." I choked out as he stopped just above me and peered down with a evil grin on his face.

I laid on the ground in the fetal position as the pain took over my entire body, waves of grief flooding me as my heart constricted. I could feel it ripping apart and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on.

"Bishop! Stop, you're going to kill her!" I heard Deacon's voice in the distance.

"Please, I'll...I'll l-leave, just don't reject me. P-please." I stuttered out as I watched him back away staring at Deacon.

He turned around and ran off into the woods as Deacon came rushing over to me while I laid there completely still. He didn't finish his rejection and I knew that I would have to accept it for it to be official, but it still didn't hurt any less. I began to cry as Deacon tried to comfort me but I pushed him away.

"NO. I will not be the fragile girl everyone thinks I am. If he doesn't want me then I will leave. I will show him, I'll show everyone that I can take care of myself, I always could." I stood up and stumbled but regained my balance and hobbled off down the mountain.

"Ember, wait!" He called out to me but my wolf was on edge and she wasn't going to listen to reason right now, she wanted blood. No, she needed blood and she wasn't going to stop until she got it.

Her red fur began breaking through my skin and soon we were racing down the rocks with no specific place in mind. The cool air wafted through my coat as I mindlessly ran away from my hurt mate. Images of his dark gaze kept coming into my mind and it scared me more than I'd like to admit it. So I ran, I ran for days trying to stop the pain welling inside of me but the truth was, this was all my fault and I deserved whatever happened to me

When total exhaustion had set in, I shifted back into my human and staggered for a few more feet before I collapsed onto the dirt floor in the middle of nowhere of any unfamiliar forest. I wasn't sure where I was and I didn't care. Hopefully, I was on someone else's land and they would find me and kill me, anything had to be better than having your heart torn in half by the one person who was made to love you no matter what, but I guess I deserved it after all, because I was the one who got myself into this situation and refused to ask for help.

My eyes began to close and darkness soon enveloped me, sending me into the abyss that is unconsciousness. I don't know how long I was out for but when I woke up I was lying in a soft bed in a room that smelled like fresh pine and spice. I slowly turned over and watched as an older man stood at the stove, stirring a pot of something when he heard me moving and turned around. Our eyes met and he smiled.

"You're awake." He said in a soft voice.

In normal situations, every cell in my body would be sending warning signals to run from this total stranger but I didn't get a dangerous feeling from him. I didn't feel anything at all. He slowly walked towards me and I caught his scent. He was a wolf, not a rogue but I didn't pick up a pack scent either which meant he was either denounced or he was retired.

"My name is Bronson."

I continued staring at him with a blank expression, still in a dream state, wondering if this was real or if my mind was playing tricks on me.

"I found you in the cold and took you here to my place. You were in pretty bad shape, wanna tell me what you were doing out there alone?"

I blinked several times wanting to respond but the words wouldn't come as he just stood there waiting for me to do something. He sighed and turned back towards the stove when I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out was a whimper. I closed my eyes again and let the tears fall down my cheeks. Please moon goddess, let me die.

WHAT THE HELL! NO BISHOP! I HAVE NO WORDS. NONE. No I do, she did it to herself, I know you all are thinking it but it still sucks.

How could he not give her a chance to explain? What is his deal?

Who is this man that saved her? And will he hurt her?