Page 23 of Stuck With His Mate

Me.

It is the saddest tale I can imagine, and if I didn’t know Jon wouldn’t lie to me I would say it was sadistic, just to fuck with me.

“How did you know it was me?”

My only question confuses Jon a little bit more. Williem too. “What do you mean baby?” He asks.

“The baby. How do you know I am that baby?”

“The hospital records. They matched up with those of the orphanage you referenced when I asked where you grew up.” Jon answers tentatively like he is scared to cause me pain.

He doesn’t understand, and neither does Williem, the pain is already there, it has always been. He had just helped me see it for exactly what it was. This is the greatest kindness anyone could have done to me.

It is akin to handing someone who was troubled by a thorn a pair of tweezers and a flashlight after hours of pain.

“Thank you Jon. For going through all this stress to find this truth for me. Thank you.”

He opens up his arms, and I lean into them, letting him hug me. He looks like he needs it more than I do, if only so he wouldn’t feel sad for making me sad too.

“I want to go home.” I turn to Williem, needing to just be with him, and just him.

Williem nods to Jon and almost carries me home to bed.

I sink into the mattress, completely unmotivated to do anything but stare at the ceiling in sadness. I think about what this means for me, and I remember something I had been thinking about for a while.

“I want to ask you for something Liem, and I want you to promise you will do it for me, no matter what.”

“What is it Lina?”

“I want you to promise you’ll end it for me. If I turn out to be a rogue, I want you to do it for me. Please don’t think about it, don’t wait, or try to see if anything will change. Just do it.” I beg, staring despondently at the ceiling in contrast to my voice which is choked with emotion.

Williem rolls to face me, and I do the same. “Yes. I will end it for you. Quickly and painlessly, I will.” His promise fills me with reassurance that if it all went to hell, I wouldn’t hurt another person the way I have been hurt.

“Thank you.” I whisper fervently, and I mean it.

“It will be okay baby. You’ll see.” Williem promises, trying his best to comfort me. But I don’t want to be comforted. I want to forget.

“Kiss me.” I want to lose myself in him so I wouldn’t have to think about anything but the sensations he would make me feel.

Thankfully he doesn’t refuse. Here and now, I know he would do anything I ask to make me happy. The thought of that warms me up and I can’t help the half smile that curls on my face right before his lips touch mine.

I fell asleep to the thought that despite everything I had somehow found my way back to my roots. Poetic.

I wake up to a cold and empty room, knowing before my eyes open that Williem isn’t here with me. I cannot smell him, and reaching out my hand on the bed doesn’t bring me in contact with his skin.

Huffing in frustration, I roll over to his side of the bed, in hopes of luxuriating in the heat he would have left behind, but I find it cold. He must have left my side quite some time ago.

Where is he?

Opening my eyes, I can see moonlight streaming through the window, letting me know it is still night, or at least very early in the morning.

He must have gotten up to attend to something that couldn’t wait, and like before, took care not to wake me in the process.

That is really sweet. But I want you with me Williem. I want my mate now!

I almost giggle at the thoughts in my head. Possessive and demanding, they were the kind of words I would expect to hear from Williem, and saying them, even if only in the confines of my head, felt like I was coming to enjoy having him as my mate.

Williem had the ability to make me forget about every other thing going wrong with my life.

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