Page 18 of Wolf Targeted
Jara
I sit up on the table and bat Patrick’s hands away. “I’m fine.”
“You were just healed of a head injury,” Patrick says.
“Yes, just healed. That means I’m okay, Patrick.” I cross my arms over my chest.
Who’s being a mother hen now?
“The alpha told me to stay with you. I don’t think he would be happy if I let you wander off on your own.”
“Of course he did. His normal babysitter had to go down the mountain,” I grumble and hop off the table.
“That’s not fair, alpha.” Patrick frowns.
“Isn’t it, though?”
“You had a shelf fall on you and knock you unconscious. There’s a cause for concern here.”
Then why isn’t he here?I want to ask the question, but I don’t. It’s Archer, and he tells me all the time that the pack comes first.
The meeting with his attorney must have been important. Either that or I’m just not important to him. Probably the latter if I’m honest with myself.
“It’s fine, Patrick, I’m fine. I’m just going for a walk to clear my mind.” I storm past him.
“You have dried blood in your hair.”
I reach for the back of my hair with a frown. Its crunchy and gross.
“Fine, I need to take a shower first.”
The events before I was trapped beneath the shelf are fuzzy, but it had to be a freak accident, right?
I remember bumping my elbow, but was that enough to make the whole shelf topple over on me? It must have been enough. Weird clumsiness has been plaguing me lately. First the roof tile this morning, then the shelf.
What the hell is going on? Why does it seem like my home is trying to kill me?
I wander back to the pack house and race up the stairs to the bedroom. I breathe in the scent of my mate, and my heart pangs with loneliness.
No, we aren’t doing that. There are plenty of shifters in the pack that I can talk to.
Too bad the only one I really want to talk to wants nothing to do with me.
I strip off my clothes in the en suite bathroom and climb in the shower. Red runs down the drain as I hold my head under the spray. I don’t move until the water runs clear, then I go through the motions of washing, trying and failing to keep my mind off my mate.
What happened? Did I do something? He will barely look at me, let alone touch me.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be for mates, especially not in the first year. It’s not normal for mated couples to go so long without sex.
I step out of the shower, stare into the mirror, and sigh. Is he not attracted to me anymore? Was he really thinking about rejecting me? But why go on this long after the incident if he is planning to throw me away?
How can I get through to him when he’s so closed off? Maybe everyone in Grayson’s pack was right and he’s nothing but a ruthless alpha without the ability to love.
But what about those precious moments that are so few and far between? Those moments when he actually shows me a tenderness that I don’t always expect.
Am I missing something? Are we just going to have to spend more time together before he can be with me the way I need him to, or am I kidding myself?
I dress quickly in soft jeans and a sweater and head back downstairs to take in the fresh mountain air.
