[ALARIC'S POV]
The moment he left my room, I banged the door and jumped on the bed, unleashing my angry demons with a loud, grieving shout.
As I buried my face in the bed, crying, images of his face came flooding my mind. I recalled his shocked gasp, his frightened face, and the tears in his eyes when I told him to get out.
The grief I was feeling before about betraying Sheila, everything, it quadrupled. Not because of Sheila now. But because of him. Theodore.
Fuck!!
I just can't seem to take his face out of my head. It had stubbornly clung to my mind like a big magnet. And the more I tried to push his images away, the more it kept clinging to my steel heart.
His innocent tears… It broke me. And knowing that I was the cause of those tears made my anguish intensify.
With a bitter heart, I laid on the bed with my back after many minutes of tossing angrily, staring at the blue ceiling with dewy eyes.
"I broke him. I broke him. I made him cry. I made him cry." I muttered, starting to understand the severity of my harsh actions towards him.
He came to apologize. He just came to apologize yet I blew everything up by shouting at him and scaring him. I feel bad now.
I tried… I tried to hate him, to blame him for everything that has happened. But the more I did, the more I kept failing.
He was innocent. He did nothing. He didn't seduce me. I was even the one that kissed him. I kissed him.
My heart pushed up and went down as I pondered on my merciless outbursts to him.
"I'm sorry, Theodore. I'm really sorry." I whispered.
As I said that, Rickon suddenly stirred inside me and dished out a quick reprimand to me.
"Go see him and say that to his face. Tell it to his face. Tell him you're sorry. Don't just stay here and act like a pampered prick!!" He shouted.
The fury in his voice was palpable. It enveloped me like a thick tarpaulin.
When I thought he would stop talking, he kept uttering more.
"I thought you better than this, Alaric. I never knew you could be this wicked and heartless! You dare cause your mate pain on your first day of meeting him! What kind of a mate are you?" He mindlinked me with an angry growl.
His accusations pricked my consciousness little by little, flaying them till I could take no more.
"But I don't want him, Rickon!!" I mindlinked him back, helplessly releasing my angry pheromones that surged out of me.
"HE IS YOUR MATE!!" Rickon shouted back. "YOUR MATE, ALARIC!! YOU HURT HIM! YOU FUCKING HURT HIM!!"
My head started burning feverishly and I sighed.
"Rickon, i-"
"For fucksakes, he is not the decider of his destiny, Alaric! Neither are you! The moon goddess is! She is the one you should go all angry at. Not that innocent boy. Not your mate."
"But I'm still mourning her. I'm still mourning Sheila. She's my mate, you know."
"Was, Alaric! Was!!" Rickon growled.
His obstinacy was suddenly starting to piss me off. Why can't he reason with me? Why? Ever since, he met this nephew of mine, he has been acting rebellious.
"Have you suddenly forgotten her! Have you forgotten Sheila? Have you forgotten Kiera her wolf, your mate? Have you?"
"I haven't forgotten a thing, Alaric! Sheila and her wolf will never be forgotten by me. I love them! But that doesn't give us a license to keep wallowing in our pain forever. The moon goddess knows this and that is why she paired you with another."
"A male, Rickon! My fucking nephew!" I snarled in displeasure.
I really didn't like the way Rickon was going about this, the way he was suddenly supporting this. It made my blood boil.
"That nephew you're talking about neither orchestrated this nor wanted this!"
"My decision still stands. I'm not accepting the bond. Can't you see what I am seeing, Rickon?"
"He is your mate, Alaric. YOUR mate! Still young, hopeful, happy That he has found you. But what did you do? Speak to him harshly and act like he is a trash! You really disappoint me, Alaric!" Rickon shouted again.
He shocked me. I've never been the one to lose an argument with him. But this one… he surprised me. He seems to carry this whole mating thing on his head.
He kept tumbling restlessly inside me and I felt his aggravation spilling over.
I took deep breaths and tried to calm him down. "Rickon I know that you're pained and angry that I treated him that way. But what you're asking for is too much. Sheila, she-"
"This is not about Sheila, BUT YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE HOLDING YOURSELF, ALARIC!!!" He flared.
His impatience and sudden rudeness pushed me over the bridge.
"GO TO SLEEP, RICKON! LEAVE MY MIND AND STOP DISTURBING ME!!" I roared.
Instantly, his mind thread slowly unknotted from mine and he went deep inside me, retreating angrily.
Not knowing what to do to tame the fury cooking inside me, I lunged at the bedsheet, furiously tearing the soft material to shreds.
All this catastrophe!! All in a single day!! A gay mate and a rebellious wolf who wants what I don't want.
As the shredded pieces of the pillow cascaded on me like snow, I panted heavily.
But when my eyes came down a bit to my thighs, I froze.
My cock! It was pushing against my trouser!
My eyes widened and I quivered in tremendous shock.
"What the hell"
An erection? I'm having an erection for him?
Fuck!!