The Alpha's mate

Chapter 16

I pat the mirror in front of me, slightly suprised to see the young girl that stares back at me. I know it's me, just a younger me. She has the same look as me, except more scared, and naïve.

"Why?" She crys out shoulders shaking. "You've done this to us, fix it, make us happy again. Bring him back, bring them all back."

I wanted to break the glass seperating us and confort her, but I couldn't, I was frozen. I couldn't even help myself.

"Stop looking at me, do something." She snaps. Suddenly all I can hear, is her crys and yells of defeat, and terror, and anger.

My body trembles with anger, it was wrong to believe I could change anything. I was stupid to think I could. But most of all I was stupid, for taking away my own childhood. I did this to myself, I made myself this terrible person. I could never be what I believed I could.

"Stupid."

"Worthless"

"Weak."

I sink to my knees trying to block out the shouts from those I love. I was clawing at my head, scratching at my arms, pounding on the floor boards. I couldn't leave I was trapped, there was no escape.

Silent sobs rack my body, as I try and block out the noise. I felt guilty, and useless.

I couldn't breath, my shoulder were bearing the burden of a thousand pounds.

"Listen to me!" The girl shouts in rage, I realise now why she felt so different from me. It was because she wasn't really me, no she was just someone who looks like me.

I wasn't that, I pray I'm not that. Am I that?

"Your fault!" She yells one more time, before a soothing voice enters.

"Rose!"

"Rose!"

I bolt awake, sitting up and panting. It wasn't real it was all a dream. It had felt so real though, like it was really happening.

"Rose." Xavier says tentivley.

I snap my head in his direction, taking in his worried expression. I suddenly had the urge to kiss him senseless. So I do.

I press my lips firmly against his, practically stradling him. My mind was buzzing as I ran my hand through his short hair.

I presses me close to him, running his hand up the side of my torso. Next thing you know, I'm under him. Pulling him down so that his chest was right against mine. He runs his hand along side of my thigh, keeping the other one placed beside my head.

Out of all the places he had touched, he seemed to stay atleast five inches away from my bad leg. I groan, pushing him back. I couldn't be with him, atleast not in that way, while I was still ingured, I would never feel normal.

"Cock blocker." He mutters. He whips away the stray tears that are still damp on my cheeks.

"You want to talk about it." He ask after a few moments.

I shake my head, no. I don't think I could explain to him this, or any other nightmare I've been having. Over the past few nights they've come, and most of the time I can deal with it, but tonight, it was like I wasn't me.

He just nods snuggling me into his side. "Sleep." He whispers, planting on last longing kiss on my forehead.

The next morning is hectic to say the least. Xavier pulled me out of bed at a whopping seven a.m. and told me to report to his office. I of course went right back to bed, only to be dragged out of bed. I don't think he then anticipated I'd fall asleep on the floor.