His Last Choice

Chapter 17

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Peyton's POV

"Have you calmed down yet?"

"Shut-up I don't want to talk to you." I spat, still dangling above his shoulder with my arms crossed over my chest. With the blood rushing to my head, I was beginning to feel lightheaded, though being as stubborn as they say I'm was determined to give my idiot mate a hard time.

"Aww...come on, Pey. You can't be angry with forever. I am your mate."

"Says who" I dared to argue.

His chest vibrated with a growl. "Says the marks on our skin that bond us as mates"

He finally sets my feet down on the ground. The blood in my head regulates circulation through my body and my legs sway a little as I regain my scenes.

"Easy there" Soren's grabby hands tighten around my body again. Agitated, I smack them away before he could capture me and avail my common sense with his sweet talk. I grab on to anything that could hold me up."Hey, hey, I was trying to help you" He said calmly with his palms up.

His head tries to burry into the side of my neck but I nudge him carelessly.

The room he had carried me into was rather large; the walls were painted black, a plasma TV was bolted facing the large king sized bed and all over the walls were frames, trophies, posters and cut-outs from magazines. His room—it smelled like him.

"Really...?" I point at a cut-out of Megan Fox swearing a skimpy bikini.

He shrugs innocently and walks over to the paper pinned to the wall. "I'm a guy okay? Besides, I don't need this anymore now that I've got the real deal standing right here" He rips it off the wall and crumples it with his hands throwing it at a trash basket right by his door.

I take this chance to attack him and tackle him to his bed. My hands pin his arms over his head. I know it was silly. He was a hundred times stronger than me—maybe more, but he didn't seem to struggle beneath me.

His brows arch and a silly smirk appear at the corner of his lips. "Are we playing games now?" he flirts--the nerve of him.

            "Did what she said, was true?" I hissed between my teeth.

            "What do you mean?"

Never thought I'd ever do this to a man, but I smacked him good on the face. "Don't play coy with me; you know exactly what I mean. What was that back there?"

Soren held his breath for a second observing my face. "She means nothing to me" He finally said.

I pinched his nose. "Wrong answer, you said that before. Try again. Explain to me why she's even here! I don't care about your past Soren. But I would have thought you'd leave your past now that I'm in it. Unless we don't think the same" I challenged. My stomach tightened at the thought that he wasn't taking out bond seriously.  

All those years of yearning and waiting for my mate, I don't want to be played around like some shameless dog picked up in the street for someone's enjoyment. I want to be loved, like the way my dad loves my mother despite how insensitive he seems in public eye.

"I don't love her. I love you Pey. If words can't make you understand then what will?" I didn't realize my grip on him had loosened. His hands trailed down my arms and lifted me under my butt to push me underneath him. My face flushed at the position I was in.