One mate and a Rejection

Chapter 6

PART 1 Chapter 6

The room was suddenly engulfed with light.

I could see the guy's face clearly now and I realized I didn't recognize him,maybe he was new.

Someone planted their fist to his face,causing him to stumble backwards,hitting the supplies on the

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He stood up and tried fighting my rescuer but was completely hopeless.

My rescuer threw punches at the man until he fell unconscious,but he didn't stop.

Blood pooled the floor,forming around my attackers back.

My rescuer twisted the guy's arm until I heard a loud crack and threw it down.

"Stop, I said,grabbing his arm,’ You'll kill him."

The man turned around,revealing his face as my savior.

“But he was going to rape you!"

snapped Blade Russell,practically huffing with anger.

"But he's not worth going to jail for."

"Don't you understand what rape means!?"

he roared out loud causing me to flinch back.

His eyes softened and he froze his movements.

Balde stepped away from the guy and faced me.

He grabbed my face and checked it for injuries.

When he was satisfied,he let me go.

"You seem fine," he muttered,clearing his throat.

I nodded,’ Thank you."

Suddenly,! felt overwhelmed.

I wanted to cry for everything that's happened.

I wanted to let the pain out and stop trying to hold it in.

It was like all the hurt had piled up and I just couldn't take it.

Not with Jason moving away,and some guy trying to physically abuse me.

And especially not when the love of my life had been snatched out of my life.

I wanted to be held and caressed.

To feel love again.

And there was something about Blade that made me want to spill all the beans to him.

Whether it was his strong muscled arms they would surely keep me safe from the world or the urge to

rebel with the enemy pack,! did what I urged to do.

I gave in to the roaring passion that trailed with lust,desire and desperation deep within the core of my

body.

Without a second thought, flung myself at the enemy and cried into his strong shoulders.

I couldn't control myself anymore and I waited for him to push me away and call me a freak.

But instead,he put his arms around me tight and held me close,much like Jared used too.

But all thoughts of him seemed to be thrown out the window as I was comforted by the enemy,and

enjoying every second of it.

His chest was hard with muscles but still surprisingly comfy.

My body fits perfectly as if designed that way.

I let all my worries fade away and leaned further into Blade,surrounded with his intoxicating scent of

aftershave and something else I couldn't quite place my finger on.

I felt one of his hands begin to rub soothing circles on my back and the second one went up to rub my

hair.

When I felt slightly better,I pulled back and wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

"Sorry,"

I muttered,"

I-I don't know why I did that.

I'm normally not like this."

He nodded,understanding,filling his golden eyes,"

It's alright."

“Thanks—again,and I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone what happened."

“No problem,"

he answered.

I nodded,’ Thanks."

I stepped out of the supply closet and headed to the washroom to clean up my face,feeling as if Blade's

arms were still wrapped around me.

Blade's Pov

I watched as she walked away,leaving me on the edge with desire and want.

She probably felt the connection,that's why she threw herself into my arms without control,which meant

I should work harder on staying away from her.

But when I heard the screams,I immediately knew it was her in there and just as if something had

possessed me,! attacked without a second thought.

She's right,! would have killed the pathetic rouge if she hadn't stopped me.

I can't say I regret wanting to kill him.

Hopefully she didn't figure out that he's a rouge after my pack and not hers.

I sigh,not only am I putting her in danger but the rouges somehow found out she's my mate.

I shut my eyes tightly, wondering when my life had gotten so complicated.

When she was in my arms I felt as if that's the reason it's meant to be.

It's the way I WANTED it to be.

I looked down to the bastard laying on the floor,still unconscious.

I kicked him a few times,just to let out a bit of my anger and walked away.

He'd probably wake up in a couple of hours and wonder about his newly bruised face and broken arm.