Red

Chapter Twenty Six

Guys, I've been majorly sick for the past week and a bit so i've had no motivation to write at all. This chapter hasn't turned out as well as it could but the next one is going to be awesome and really really long.

It hasn't been edited propally, but please bare with it.

Michaels POV:

Torture. Plain torture is what I’m going through now and it’s all something I can prevent myself, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. If I stopped being stubborn and made an effort to put my mate behind me this would be all over, but the only thing I can do is be angry. I know that driving Alana away was partly my fault, but fucking Richard Coleman was the last straw for her.

I was sitting in the cell, feeling half at ease for the first time since Alana rejected me and my wolf down at the beach. The event constantly plays over in my mind like it happened mere seconds ago and as angry as it made me that the one person was supposed to love me and stay with me forever left me, I couldn’t help but feel like most of It was my fault with my possessive, jealous, non-happy moods. The look of complete sorrow and guilt on her features and the moment she spoke the words I broke.

I felt something inside me snap in two and it was painful. I’ve had broken bones, near death experiences, fights with Reece who I am, well was, so close to, migraines, cuts, bruises, kicked in the balls by both bare feet and heels; yet nothing compared to the pain of Alana rejecting me. 

It felt like shooting pains all throughout my body as I felt the bond break and the breaking feeling is almost always still there, even if it’s just a dull ache in the background. I just can’t seem to forget about. It’s like a curse in a way, a constant reminder that I fucked up and lost the most important thing to my wolf. 

The only time it went away was when Alana came and we were sitting in silence with each other. My wolf felt relief when she was around which is just proof that some of the bon was left unbroken.  

When the bond broke, I broke along with it. The worse part of feeling it break is the emptiness, like half of me went missing and was replaced by a large blank hole that nobody can ever fill again. Mates are meant to be for life and losing your mate is like losing your other half and I finally get where the saying comes from.

I turned my head to the side and stared out the bars and saw Alana’s figure snuggled up under a sleeping bag, fast asleep on the pathetic piece of foam they call a mattress. Even from the hot summer weather it managed to stay ice cold down here at night time and by how tightly she was wrapped up with the sleeping bag I could tell the coldness was getting to her. She kept making small shivers every few minutes. I sighed slightly and ran my hand through my hair feeling completely confused.

I felt bad for making Alana stay in these horrible arrangements, but my wolf needed her still. When she was here I eventually calmed down and my wolf gave me back slight control. The constant growling from the anger had made my throat red raw on the inside and it was painful but my wolf kept it up the whole time. But the actual person in me disliked her yet still held feelings for her. My wolf was too naive to see that Alana was here to make sure I didn’t kill anyone and to make herself fell less guilty about rejecting me, not because she still had feeling for us. But even then I still couldn’t bring myself to hate her, and I hated that.

The whole time I had been trapped down here like the true rogue I am, I hadn’t slept for more than 8 hours. I was past the point of exhaustion and my body was running on pure adrenaline. My thoughts were jumbled and I stood up abruptly. All I had been doing down here is thinking, and my thoughts were honestly about to drive me insane.