His Inescapable Mate novel Chapter 57

But do I deserve him?

I froze instantly at that thought. No, I didn't do anything to deserve Vincent. I had allowed my parents to poison my mind with lies about werewolves, almost to the point of being a blatant racist to their kind. It was sometimes embarrassing to think about it when I remembered how I'd yell at Vincent or how I shouted that I hated him. And still, he had bought me mushroom pizza (my favorite food on the planet), he wanted to provide for me, he bought me clothes, stole me food, and never threatened to Last Resort me. And I called him some profanity at least every hour on the hour. Damn it, I don't deserve Vincent. Sometimes I wished that he could just have Jessie as a mate. She's nice and deserves to be happy and she actually appreciates werewolves, seeing them as her equal and not as a rabid animal.

Out of nowhere, I collapsed on the floor, pulling my legs into my torso. I sobbed uncontrollably at everything: how I was about to die; being abandoned by my family; Danni's death; and most of all, how horrible I was to Vincent. Tears blinded me as I pathetically lied on the ground, desperate to at least see Vincent one more time to apologize. I didn't care if he didn't want me to be his mate, but I needed to say sorry, if anything. I couldn't die, I couldn't allow Jason to kill me because I needed to see my mate one last time so that he wouldn't just see me as some ungrateful bitch. But I couldn't let Jason have me sexually, because I knew deep down that if he did, then I'd be officially his forever and that would wreck Vincent; and I couldn't allow him to get hurt because of me anymore.

I was so confused and lost, so I just continued to sob on the floor, wishing that Vincent was here.

Vincent's POV

It took several hours for my wounds to heal. Just focus on anything, anything but Nora, I thought to myself as I lied on my back in the pathetic shack that I was now forced to call my home thanks to that asshole, Jason. With every breath I took, I could slowly feel my bones snapping back into place, my skin sealing back together- it was as if my body knew that I had to go protect and win back my mate. I had to get better, had to get her back.

And now, back in my house/shack, I was faced with the loneliness again. Such a familiar scene: me without my mate, sad and just wanting nothing more in the world than to have her here in my arms. But maybe she would be happier in Florida where she would be free from werewolves, and ultimately, me.

My inner wolf yelped in pain at that thought. But we want her, he pleaded with me. We need her!