Page 9 of Resisting Fate

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Hours later, I wake up with a dull ache in my leg. When I glance over at it, I can tell that it’s healing pretty quickly. I don’t think that is something I will ever get used to.

Slowly, I adjust my eyes and notice that the room is dark with a dim light shining from a lamp.

I don’t recognise the room I’m in. I lift my head up to look around and still when I see a figure on the chair facing me. It takes a second for me to realise it’s Isaac, and I relax.

I shift back into my human form. I stretch out as best as I can and grab the sheet with me so I can cover up.

The movement seems to waken Isaac as his eyes pop open wide until he takes me in standing there in a sheet.

“Where am I?” I ask before clearing my throat since it’s raspy and thick from sleep.

“At my home,” he says softly.

I look at him with wide eyes. “Why am I in your home?” I snap the words more harshly than I need to, but I don’t take it back.

“You were hurt. I couldn’t let you out of my sight. I knew Scott wouldn’t let me in his house, and I wanted you to be comfortable,” he explains.

“Well, it was pretty much your fault I was hurt,” I hiss at him.

He stills at my words. “Why is it my fault?”

“Well Ashley seems to think she’s the perfect mate for you and wanted to take me out of the equation,” I say dryly.

He clenches his jaw and lets out a curse.

“No one is more perfect for me than you,” he states.

I can’t help but roll my eyes at his words. “Right, how could I forget.”

He narrows his eyes at my words. “You may not believe me now, but I will prove it to you. I may have been stupid to question fate once, but I’m not going to do that again. I’ll find a way to make up for my mistakes,” he says before getting up and walking out of the room.

I sit down on his bed and slump in defeat. This feels like a never ending dance with us.

I let out a sigh and walk over to his dresser to pick out a shirt and pants. I ignore the possessive thoughts that run through me at the fact that I’m wearing my mate’s clothes and that he let me sleep in his bed.

I still at my thoughts. He had me in his bed so I would be comfortable, while he slept on the chair.

He didn’t want to let me leave his sight tonight, but he didn’t just lay next to me. That would have been a disaster. I’m glad he didn’t assume I would want him there.

I can’t let myself get lost in thinking how sweet that was of him to take my feelings and thoughts into consideration.

I walk out into the hallway and make my way to the washroom to do my business and brush my teeth with a spare toothbrush in its packaging that was placed by the sink.

When I walk around, I find stairs which I’m assuming leads to the kitchen and living room, or at least I hope they do.

Why does he need such a big house?

As far as I know, he’s alone.

Once I finally make it downstairs, I follow my nose to the smells in the kitchen. My stomach lets out a loud grumble.

Isaac is standing at the stove cooking up breakfast. His shoulders tense when I walk into the room, but I choose to ignore that and head straight to the coffeemaker.

“Smells delicious,” I say as my mouth starts to water.

“I figured you would be hungry,” he says without looking at me. That bothers me more than I care to admit.

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