Abused Mate | ✔

Second Chance

************Sam*************

I sat there for what seemed like hours.

Naked and alone.

My wolf was numb.

I couldn't feel anything.

We had lost our Mate.

Our other half.

We had nothing else to live for.

I tried to stand up but my legs wouldn't hold me up.

They felt like jelly.

I had no strength.

To do anything.

What was wrong with me?

'Our Mate is dead.' My wolf howled, so filled with agony it had tears streaming down my face.

But I didn't feel it.

I felt numb.

I looked at Jack's mangled body.

I had done that.

I had killed my own father.

I had watched as he had taken his last breath.

And all I felt was anger and pain.

I screamed all my pain pummeling my fists into my fathers carcass.

This was all his fault.

Chris was dead because of him.

I hated him.

I hated him with everything in me!

"Why? Why? Why? " I screamed over and over.

Hitting him and crying.

I didn't deserve this.

No one did.

I was covered in blood by the time someone finally stopped me.

Arms wrapped around me and I cried against them.

It was Don.

He was always there.

His hand caressed my matted hair.

But I didn't care.

Nothing could make me feel better anymore.

I slumped against him feeling tired.

"Sam, everything will be fine. Chris wouldn't want to see you like this."

Just the sound of his voice had me going into uncontrollable sobs.

My body shook at the force.

Don held on tight as he carried me bridal style inside and away from Jack and Chelsea.

I was so tired.

As he took me upstairs to my room I could hear people crying.

Crying for their long lost Alpha.

For my Mate.

For Chris.

"You need to sleep Sam, but you need to wash this off."

I couldn't talk, I couldn't open my mouth for fear the whole house would hear me crying.

"I guess I could just let you bathe while I wait outside?"

I looked at him.

His brown hair was wet from a recent shower.

But his topaz eyes are what caught my attention.