Catherine’s POV~
I remembered the days when he was playful and protective over me. He cared for me, he cooked for me, he even tied my shoelace for me but it was not an act, I saw adoration in his eyes.
Adoration for me!
*Flashback*
We both were sitting on my living room couch facing each other. He chuckled at me when I lose again to him in arm wrestling.
“Accept it sweet cheeks, I won.” He laughed at my pouty expression. I crossed my arms against my chest and glared at him playfully.
“No! You cheated, this was not fair, let’s do another match.” I complained.
“This will be the last time, honey,” he warned me with his carefree smile, my eyes lit up with excitement and I nodded like a kid. His hearty laugh filled the room, which made me smile at him.
We both started our arm wrestling, I know he was going to win again with his entire lean yet strong muscular arm but I love to play with him. I used both my arms to win him.
He shook his head chuckling at me, “Don’t you think you’re the one who is cheating in this match,” he teased me.
“Oh shut up!” when he saw me struggling a lot even with my both hands, he let me won this time.
“Yes!” I yelled and fist-bumped the air. I was touched by his small gesture. His eyes were filled with love for me.
“I won!” I grinned like an idiot, he smiled at me with full of adoration.
“Are you sure?” he made his way to me like a predator which made me back away and without warning, he began to tickle my sides.
I squealed and began to laugh like a manic. Soon the living room was filled with our laughter.
“I’m…Su…re,” I stuttered out in between my laugh. My answer made him tickle further. We both were tangled together on my living room couch.
“Ok…ok… we won,” I laughed clutching my stomach.
“Stop,” I laughed. He stopped his assault and grinned at me, we both were panting heavily but our smile never faltered from our face.
*End of Flashback*
I missed those days but his love for me never appeared to be an act, it seemed so genuine. I sobbed uncontrollably thinking about those days.
“I Love…you, please…do not do…this to me,” I stuttered in between my sobs. My whispered echoed in my empty room.
I killed his mate and unborn child, now he was killing my soul.
Alexander’s POV~
I closed the door behind me and tried to sleep on my bed but my thoughts were invaded by my mate, Lia. We both met each other when we were twenty years old.
We both met at a club in Maine for the first time. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my lifetime.
The moment my blue orbs clashed with her green one, I know, she was my other half. Some werewolves used to have fuck buddies until they met their mate but I want my mate to be my first everything. She was beautiful, strong, responsible, caring and a powerful warrior she-wolf.
She was my first love. I lost my virginity to her. We tried nearly two and a half years for a baby when she finally became pregnant. My dreams were shattered, my wolf whimpered at the thought of our mate’s death.
I was unconscious for a weak after my mate died. My wolf didn’t surface for a year. But everything changed when I met Catherine. I didn’t feel any pull towards her. I didn’t feel any spark when I touched her but my wolf and soul were at ease when she was with us.
Unlike, my mate, Catherine was childish, irresponsible, disobedient, careless, weak and someone needs to take care of her but that piques the curiosity of my wolf. The night I first met her at the club was the first time my wolf decided to surface after a year.
I knew that I enjoyed having her by my side when I pretend to love her. When I was with her for the past one and a half month, I was carefree and behaved like my old self.
I snapped out of my train thoughts when I heard her sobbing from her room with my wolf ears.
Why was my heart clenching in pain when I see her in distress and pain.
Was I doing the right thing?
Catherine POV~
The next morning I prepared myself for my so-called punishment. We both were in his grand living room. He stood in front of me in his sweatpants and a t-shirt that hugged his muscular chest perfectly. What made my blood boil was Tyra was also there.
She hugged his bicep to her chest, trailing her painted nails on his sculpted chest. She was rubbing herself on him. I clenched my hand and ground my teeth to control myself from lashing out on her.
How dare she touch my man!
Didn’t she have a mate or something? She must have ditched him!