Page 52 of Wolf Tormented
This whole situation is horrible, but I can’t help thinking it’s going to get worse before it gets better.
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Jara
I spread the comforter out on the bed, fixing it into place. Archer slept elsewhere again, but I’m not even sure why that surprises me anymore.
No matter how much I tried not to, I had hoped that he would come sleep in the room. Of course, that hope was dashed like all the others.
My poor, stupid heart just can’t see sense. It doesn’t understand what my brain sees right in front of me.
There is nothing left to hope for.
I huff and stroll out of the room, heading down the stairs to the kitchen. My stomach rumbles, and I pull eggs and bacon from the fridge and grab a pan.
On autopilot, I once again make more food than I’m going to eat. I sigh. I just can’t help myself when it comes to that man; I make him a plate and set it in the warmer.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m not even doing it consciously. I just keep making him food without even realizing it. And even after I’ve made my plate, there’s still food left.
I trudge over to the table and flop in the chair. I pick up my fork and stab at my eggs, the dark cloud over me fully in place.
The front door opens, and I glance up at Angela who struts in with a grin.
“You mean I don’t have to drag you out of your room today? That’s progress,” Angela says.
“I made breakfast, and apparently, I’m incapable of making enough for just myself lately.” I point to the stove.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. Can you just go tell Archer there’s a plate in the warmer for him? I don’t want to talk about it.” I turn back to my plate and shovel some eggs into my mouth.
It won’t stop her from asking questions, but it feels good to have some semblance of control.
“You made him food?” She opens the warmer like she doesn’t believe me.
“It keeps happening. I don’t even realize I’m doing it until it’s too late.” I shrug, hoping she will just let it go.
“You’re caring for your mate. Are you sure it’s not your wolf?” she asks as she grabs a plate from the cabinet and loads it up with what’s left over.
“I don’t know, okay? I just don’t fucking know.” I pick up a piece of bacon and bite into it, never turning to look at the disappointment I’m certain is shining in her eyes.
After what he said and the things he’s done, I shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t even know it’s happening.
“Just take him the food, please? I think he’s in his office.” I wave a hand to get her to go.
She stomps from the room, and I sigh with relief. I’m over the interruption to my breakfast. I am over explaining things that I have no explanation for.
I’m just over… everything.
My stomach drops to my toes, and I push the eggs around on my plate. What is she telling him in there?
Why do I even care? I wish I could turn my feelings off as easily as he does. It would make my life much more bearable.
“Hey, lose your appetite?” Angela asks.
I jump in my seat and hold a hand to my chest. “You scared the hell out of me.”
Angela grabs her plate and sits at the table across from me with a grin. “Sorry.”
