Daxton's P.O.V
I run my hand through my hair and sigh. It's been a week without her and I'm going crazy. I've been snapping at everyone and Rocco has been very on edge.
"Daxton?"
"What?!?" I yell and turn around. I see it's Cassie.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing." She answers, quietly with her eyes looking at me, they're filled with pity.
"Oh," I start, my temper flaring. "How I'm doing? I'm doing great besides the fact that my mate is not here and I don't know where the f*ck she is and none of my trackers can find her. Plus the fact my sister got to see her, but as soon as I showed up she had my mate leave!! So I'm pretty f*cking fantastic!! Thanks for asking!" I yell, the dress incident happened a few days ago and when I got to the dress shop I was pissed that I couldn't find my mate yet I could smell that she was just there.
"It's not my fault she le-"
"But you could've gotten her back!!" I counter, Rocco is trying to appear.
"No, I couldn't." She replies, rubbing her eyes. She walks over to the fridge.
"Why the h*ll not?" I ask, snapping at her.
"Because she didn't want to come back yet." Cassie replies simply, opening the fridge.
"Really?" I ask, my temper dying down slightly. "And how do you know that?" I add, darting my eyes at her. Cassie slams the fridge shut with yogurt in her hand.
"I know that because you hurt her. Badly." She whips around to look at me. "She told me her side of the story. You played with her. Told you her loved her. Cared for her, but then you go and make out with Gabby. I know you did it with her before you found Hattie, but even after you found her you continue to make out with Gabby. Even with your mate in the same house. So she asked her wolf if they could leave because you hurt her so badly." Cassie says, grabbing a spoon. "And another thing I know you will see her at the Gala, but I swear to God if you so much as try to touch her I will make her leave with a snap of my fingers. Char and I have a mind-link so if I need to I will." She adds, pointing her spoon at me. A scary look painted on her face. I shouldn't be scared of my sister, I'm an Alpha after all, but in that moment I realized how scary women could be.
"Okay, but what if she tries to speak to me?" I ask, softly. My angry was gone. It was replaced with regret and disappointment in myself.
"Then you can, but don't make the first move on anything. Let Hattie make the moves at her own pace and respect her if she doesn't want to talk to you." Cassie replies, walking past me. "Don't you know how to love?" She mumbles, opening her yogurt.
I just stand there motionless as Cassie ascends up the stairs, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
'That's not true is it?' I ask Rocco, walking up the stairs.
'It kind of is, Daxton.' Rocco says, sadly. I didn't realize that Rocco was sad about this too.
'God,' I sigh, opening the door to my office. I glance at the desk made for Hattie, she may never use that desk. 'Hattie must hate me.'
'It's pretty close to that' Rocco chimes, softly.
'How do you know that?' I ask him, shutting the door and locking it.
'Snow a- told me.' Rocco replies. 'Hattie has a lot of anxiety about werewolves and you.'
'I still don't get why she's anxious about me?' I wonder, I didn't do anything that bad.
'How many times do you have to be told this?!? You slept with another f*cking girl and you slept with that b*tch when Hattie was in the pack house. Plus you didn't lock the f*cking door so Hattie walked in on you.'
'Oh.' I answer in shock. The cost of my actions finally sinking in. 'I f*cked up.'
'Big time, Mr. Alpha.' Rocco confirms, nodding his head as he lays down with a sigh.
•••••
"Dax!!!" Yelled a voice as I was walking to my office the next day.
"What?" I ask, annoyedly. Turning to see a person tackling me to the floor. There's only one person the can do that.
"It's me, Dax!!!" Yells the person. I come to my senses and realize that it's Charlie. She's back from her trip to Bali.
"Hey Charlie," I exclaim, lighting up a bit. "What are you doing back so soon?" I ask, pushing her off of me.
"Well I got out early from the training." She replies, standing up and offering her hand to me. I grab it and she pulls me up. "And I heard from your dad that you found your mate. That's so exciting!! Can I please please meet her?" She asks with puppy dog eyes.
"So about that...." I start, looking down. "We should sit down this might take awhile."
"I don't like the sound of this." She says slowly, sitting down in the chair on the opposite side of my desk.
I start to explain everything that has happened since she's been gone. Everything about Hattie and my dad. About her sister and what the pack doctor told me. At the end of it she had an expression on her face of anger and disappointment.
"Dax, I don't know what to say..." She starts.
"Yeah, I know." I reply sheepishly. "I f*cked up."
"Dax, that's an understatement." Charlie answers quietly. "You might've just messed up your whole life."
"Yeah, I know." I repeat, casting my eyes down to my hands. "So I was wondering if you would be my date for the gala so my pack doesn't think anything bad happened."
"I would, Da-"
"Thank you, Charlie." I exclaim, looking up to her as a solemn look spread over her face.
"Let me finish," Charlie starts. "I would Daxton but you have a mate. Your pack knows you have a mate. I don't want to pack to hate me for being what it looks like a side chick."
"They wouldn't hate you." I say, crossing my arms. "I won't let them hate you."
"Yeah, I know you can control your pack but what about your mate?" Charlie shoots back as she stands up.
'Oh yeah.' I remarked, closing my eyes.
'Did you forget about your own mate?' Rocco exclaims, shaking his head.
'Maybe.' I reply sheepishly. Rocco makes this noise that is something between a snort and a laugh. 'It wasn't on purpose.' I claim, rolling my eyes at my wolf.
"Hey Daxton I'll get back to you about the whole ball thing. I know I'm going to go I just don't know if I want to go with you or not." Charlie explains getting up. "Now where would your sister be? I have to ask her about this mate of yours. Halie was it?" Charlie asks, hanging her head around the door.
"Harriet," I answer with a sad smile. "Or Hattie really since that what she goes by."
"Hattie," Charlie says slowly testing out the name. "I like it. She sounds like a fighter."
"Oh she is, Charlie," I tell her soberly. "Just you wait till you meet her." I add as Charlie walks out the door of my office leaving me with my thoughts and the wolf up stairs.
'That's still a bad thing.' Rocco pipes with a hint of humor in his voice.
'Whelp, I suck at this.' I mumble to myself, shaking my head. How can I be so bad at this?
'Yeah, like that wasn't obvious.' Rocco says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
'You suck.' I mumble, getting up from my desk.
'Then so do you.' Rocco counters as I walk out of my office and head to my room
'F*ck you.' I grumble as I block him out
Author's Note:
HEYO!!! IM BACK AND IM NOT DEAD!! Sorry for falling off the map. I've been stupidly busy but I will try to be back to a regular updating schedule.
Yours,
Sebbie