Chapter 6

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My throat felt like a animal was crawling on the inside trying to get out. I swallowed my saliva hopeing to make it feel any better, it didn't. I crossed the hallway as if it was a battlefield. Soft snores from Beta Noah was heard when I passed by the first door. My eyes felt droopy with sleep. I wiped away the eye buggers that formed within a few hours. I do not feel the need to find King Jaxon's room, the floor right before me could comfort me fine if I wanted it. A large banging filled my head each step I took. My fingers traced the wall on eaither side of me. The walls came closer to me, inching to squish me. I held my breath as if I couldn't inhale oxygen. A distant familiar smell formed when I came into view of the second door.

King Jaxon has been gone for hours. I wait for him to return, wating for what he might say. The anticipation keeps me wide awake. I want to know what he has to say, I want to know what is going on inside his head. It dose not matter to me if it's good or bad, not knowing is a annoying bug bite on my mind. His reply to what I told him is no concern of mine, I would just like to understand what he is thinking. His skin went pale and he looked frightened, he looked terrified. It was awkward to see a powerful man crumble at your feet in less then seconds. Before he was fuming, his eyes held terrible ideas of what he could do and in the snap of the fingers he held no emotion other then what seemed to be utter suprisment.

I was left with a vacant-hollow hole inside my chest when I had heard the slam of that front door when King Jaxon left. It closed leaving me perplexed. I have been abandoned, and unloved by a man sworn under the unmindful oath of the Moon Goddess.

The Moon Goddess is what created mates, she created them to keep werewolves and lycans alive. So we would mate and continue to build our society of shrewd creatures. The Moon Goddess would split the attached souls apart and separate the souls until one day the two souls shall meet again. After they meet again a series of steps would follow, a simple mark on the neck as the first step. The bite of the two mates on each other to declare they have found each other. After then it becomes more serious. The mates must complete the mating cycle by fully completing what is necessary to be done. If it is not completed, heat will begin. Heat is the yearn for the other mate. It is the want to touch them, lust will fill every movement. The feeling of being burned alive would touch the skin of the mates and weave threw their veins and blood and pump threw them like venom. No matter what, heat hot enough to feel like it's melting their insides will occur unless the full mating ritual is completed. Usually heats will occur during a full moon and last for at least five days. Males go threw heat as well as females, however for them they become aggressive. They become uncontrollable by anyone but their mate.

I fell into the door with a loud bang. I struggled to move myself to turn the knob of the door. I managed myself and slowly opened the door. It was strange to have gone into his room, I couldn't tell if he was serious or not when he told me. However, sleeping down stairs on the hard couch after a couple of hours became uncomfortable. The cold air from outside found its way inside the house and wrapped it's way around me like a stiff cold blanked made out of cold ice. The warm water on my head had not yet dried causing it to turn sickly cold. The tips of my ears felt frozen to the touch.

I closed the door and looked around the neat room. It was a quiet nice room, a book shelf filled with books sat at the edge of the bed that was piled with expensive looking throw pillows. A bay window on the farthest wall from me, allowed me to see outside. Beautifully designed rugs laid on the ground, while floor lamps lit up the room. The sleek black desk, beside the bathroom door, held a couple of papers on it, I stepped forward further into the room. The soft carpet instantly warmed my cold, cut feet. I looked outside the bay window on the farthest wall. I was not supprised to see in the pitch black sky, small specks of water lightly falling.

I picked up the papers sitting on the desk, it was a map of our pack territory along with another map pin pointing the known rouges groups in our area. I let the papers fall from my hand and slowly glide across the desk. I took notice of my hand placed on the black leather desk chair, a dark green military style jacket was carelessly thrown onto the seat of the chair. Sighing I picked up the light jacket carfuly and wrapped it around the back of the chair.

I turned around when I was finished and eyed the sofa before me. A blue large suit case was set on the bed with a matching small carry-on. The thought of sleeping in the same bed as my mate right now made me feel timid. I feel like a coward. I pulled the blanket from the end of the bed into my arms and grabbed a regular pillow. I walked towards the bay window, my feet dragged on the floor, the carpet was soft and warm.

I set down the pillow on the bay window before I laid down myself. The bay window did not feel any better then the couch down stairs, but the warm air was more comforting. The fire in the fireplace had died down, leaving me to wake up shivering with cold fingers.

The blanket was larger then the pale blue one down stairs. I sat on the edge of the window staying away from cold air that surrounded the corners and sides of the window. I watched as rain drops raced each other down the window. The longer I stared the more I could feel my eyes drift closed. I lean my head back on the wall, I cradled a small pillow in my arms and felt myself drift into an awake sleep.

Although I may have seemed fully asleep, a large portion of my brain was wide awake. It was wide awake from drinking a glass called loneliness. I seemed to be taking large gulps of this glass of loneliness, it stung my throat practically bringing tears to my eyes. It made me smashed with emotions that I wished not to feel. This was the real poison, not the pungent achochol that sat in the corner of an greesy, old bar. This glass of loneliness was poison that worked it's way from the inside of you out, until the achochol in that bar didn't seem like a bad idea anymore. Day after day you will wake up with a hangover from that glass of loneliness that tore you down on the inside, one that ripped every ounce of your humanity and dignity away from you. And the only thing your left with is the bottle of achochol prest up against your lips like a lover you wished was there instead.

As much as I try and deny that King Jaxon leaving didn't bother me, it truly did. Pretending that I don't need to depend on other people is useless, when I know that at least for a moment I need too. Everyone depends on someone, at least once. There is always love and hope in someone, I will believe this till my last breath. It's hard to see in King Jaxon, and I do not expect to see any speck of this emotion of that towards me, but hope fills my head like a child facing the world.

I caressed the bruise on my shoulder, letting go of the pillow in my hands. I let out a sigh of a breath that I couldn't hold in anymore. It was long and almost comforting aura, I droped my hand from my shoulder and let it fall into my lap.

A dead silence filled the room creating a peaceful harmony, which strung a stellar-ditty in my ears. I was accompanied by the silence not feeling as lonesome any longer. Drifted off in my sleep, I was startled to hear the soft click of a door.

I opened my eyes to be greeted with the dim lights of the lamps. I groaned and brought my hand to my face. I tried to ignored the presence of the man by the doorway, but failed. I found myself looking into my mates weary blue eyes. His facial expression did not show anything, but I could see the bags under his eyes. His back was slightly hunched over and his hair was a complete unflattering mess. His lips were chapped and a dark purple.

"I didn't mean to wake you." He shut the door and walked into the bathroom not looking back towards me. I heard the click of the light turning on, and the faucet running.

I felt fine. My limbs did not tense and my teeth did not chatter with fright. My palms did not bacome sweaty and I didn't feel the need to run out of the room. I could still feel the authority that he held, however it was not threatening like it was a few hours ago.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back onto the wall. "I wasn't really asleep, it's fine."

The water stoped running and his steps grew closer towards the bed. I held in my breathing, not sure of what was to come. Moments of silence passed while he rummaged threw his suit case. The sound of a zipper and his heavy breathing kept me awake.

I could feel and hear the frustration building in my mate. His actions became quicker and rougher. The suddan sound of a suit case hitting the ground made me open my eyes to see him running a hand threw his hair. A set of pajamas laid on the bed, and the suit case thrown on the ground. "You're going to get sick sitting by that window. Get away." I gave him a genuine smile and looked away out the window. I wanted to talk to him, but the words couldn't come to my mind. "Don't ignore me."

"King Jaxon- ." I turned from the window and set my feet on the warm carpet. His face scrunched together making him look oddly confused.
A soft growl was made and I stoped my sintence. I gave him a soft smile and looked down at my hands. I softly bit my lip nervously.

"I told you not to call me that." His voice was calm, yet it held anger in it.

I let out a breath and stood up from my spot on the seat. The robe piled on the floor and dragged with each step I took closer to the bed. I sat down on the bed, it was soft and I felt drained at the feeling.

"I'm fine, I'm not going to get sick by a little cold air." I lightly smile hopeing to lighten up the mood. He did not budge to change his expression. He looked at me with a bored emotionless face.

His eyes flickered towards my shoulder. The air around him was befuddled, his eyes held nothing but ill humor. "You're going to get a cold if you're so careless." He paused and looked away. He let out a sigh and took a step away from the edge of the bed. He walked towards the bathroom wordlessly.

I closed my eyes and put my face in my hands. What was on my mind was hard to ask. How am I suppose to ask him questions? I don't even know him.

He came back and I lifted my head from hands. He walked beside me not daring to look me in the face. He sat down on the bed, I went to stand up but his hand softly grabbed onto my wrist pulling me down. I looked at him and watched as he brought something up to my shoulder.

He held a wet rag onto my shoulder where the bruise was. I pull away from the cold wet rag pressed on my arm. I look at his face and watch as he held the rag onto my arm watching it with a unconscious awareness.

"If it starts hurting I can go find you some ibuprofen." He says this while applying more pressure onto the bruise. I take the rag from him and hold it onto my arm myself. He let's out a long breath and leans his forehead on my shoulder above my hand holding the wet rag.

I'm shocked by his unexpected action. I stiffen my shoulder, I keep still not moving. His breath blew over the rag on my hand warming my skin. His lips faintly rub on my skin. I take a gulp and eye Jaxon. Tingles warmed my insides.

"Jaxon?" I ask him. His mood is calm, he does not seemed worried or even angry, other then his past comments.

"Yes Ethereal?" His voice was deep and disordered. I paused for a second wondering if I should ask him. I came to the conclusion that there is no harm in asking him, because eventually it will come to it.

"What is going to happen now?" I felt deja vu from saying this. It was what I had asked Beta Noah earlier and he had no anwser for me. It has been on my mind all night, and for a second I would like to know.

His head slowly moved off my shoulder, the tingles leaving me." What do you mean?" I could see he knew what I was asking.

I looked away from him and slowly slid down the bed giving space between us. I picked up the rag on my arm and placed it back on. The coldness stung my arm. "Jaxon I have never felt bad about not having a wolf. And I won't start now, but we both know this won't work out. So what are we going to do?" I worked my way around saying what I truly needed to say. I can't be the one the officially say I won't be Luna. It hurts me too much.

He looked at me for couple of seconds that seemed the length of hours. He stood up from his seat and stood in front of me. " We are going to leave here, and go to my pack in Montana. You are going to live with me, and when the time comes for when you're ready, you will be the Royals Luna."

"Jaxon, I don't think that's the best idea. It's better for you to find a Luna with a wolf. It's better for your pack." I looked away from him and played with the rope from the robe.

"You're kidding right?" He finished the sintence with a dry laugh. He threw his hands in the air pointing towards nothing in-particular. I watched his movements carfuly. He looked ready to snap. He paced to the door and back to the lamp by the bed with a dry laugh. "I don't care if you have a freaking wolf or freaking not. Not me or my pack will benifit from someone else, and if you really believe that then I've got some news for you love." He stoped walking and turned to face me. He narrowed his eyes, my hand stoped playing with the robe. I squeezed on the rag, my skin was burning from the feeling.

"Jaxon, why did you leave?" I set my arms down on my knees leaning forward with my one free arm. I took in each word he was saying. It was odd, I was terrified of even being in a room with him, and especially talking to him. I wanted to cry whenever he spoke to me with a voice that held so much anger. But deep down in the back of my mind I think of the brief moment we shared at the garden, and I don't know what to think anymore.

He looked taken back by my words. He shook his head and walked around me grabbing the pajamas laid on the bed. He walked towards the bathroom, before he closed the door he responded. "Ethereal, I did not leave because I ever doubted you."

He quickly closed the door. I turned around and sat against the headboard of the bed. I pulled the cold rag from my bruise and set it down on the night stand. My skin was flushed pink. I pulled the comforter underneath me out. The bed was soft, the blanket was cold but quickly warmed up from my body heat. After a long night the bed relaxed my body. My worries washed away and sleep knocked on my front door.

I reached over and turned off the lamp closest to me, leaving the lamp on the other side on. I turned away from the light and shut my eyes. I will leave my questions for the morning. I have gone threw enough tonight. I have found my mate, my soul mate. I have learned my mate is King Jaxon, and I ran into the woods in the rain. The cold rain that beats down on the roof top this very moment. I have fought with my mate and I have talked with him. I never expected to find my mate tonight, or any day for that matter. It feels like years have passed since I was dancing with Ryan in the pack house. Now I'm laying in the bed of my mate, while Ryan could be looking for me.

I did not exactly leave Ryan on a good note, he could be terrified looking for me.

The clearing of Jaxon's throat cought my attention. I rolled over and lifted my head up from the bed to look at him. He threw the wet suit he was just wearing onto the floor next to his suit case. I looked away from him and laid fully back down on the bed. I closed my eyes and felt the bed dip down from Jaxon's weight. I am too tired to be nervous. It didn't even cross my mind.

The light shut off and the untouched side of the blanket was lifted. "Ethereal, come he-"

"My name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth Collins." I muttered. I have known his name, but he had no clue what my name was. He should know my name.

He let out a short chuckle, my breath hitched as I heard this second long noise. I could tell he tried to hide his laugh by how short it was cut off. "Ethereal turn around and come here." I did not reply. I lightly turned my head to the side to see him on his elbow wating for me to move. I could faintly see him over the mountain of pillows. His sparkling blue eyes were hidden by the dark room along with his purple lips. His hair looked damp still. He clutched the blanket with his hand not holding him up. I turned around facing him completely, but I did not move closer to him. He shook his head and laid down on his back facing the ceiling. He held out his hand. Jaxon turned his head towards me. I could see the features of his face, I wanted to move in closer to him, however I stayed in my position enjoying the space between us for a few moments. Too many things have happened tonight. I need to have one last night to myself. "If you won't move give me your hand."

I smiled to myself and held my hand out to the spot his hand was outstretched. In a short moment his large hand wrapped around mine. His hand was soft, his fingers intertwined with my fingers clutching onto me strongly but not enough to cause any pain.

I moved our hand upward to lay on a throw pillow. I closed my eyes thinking of the feeling I felt when Jaxon's arms were wrapped around me dancing.

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Okay first I would like to say I am so so so so sorry for not updating like I said I would. School work just killed me.

Don't be scared to tell me to update. It will get me working faster♡♡

I will go threw this chapter tomorrow and edit it in the afternoon. I just really wanted to post a chapter.

Bye my Lovelies♡♡