My Human Mate novel Chapter 63

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.

When I had made it clear that Alana was to stay down here for the night with me, it was my wolf doing all the talking. I'd doesn't take a genius to figure out the bond didn't break properly and my wolf still called out to her, no matter how much physical and mental pain she put us through

A small cry of pain sounded and my eye snapped to Alana. Her beautiful eyes were staring at me in fright and she was clutching her right shoulder. I could feel my face instantly pale as I realised that the object I had thrown was a glass plate, the shards that broke were only inches from her. As soon as the scent of blood flooded in my nostrils I almost fell over from shock.

When her gaze left mine, she hesitantly peered at her bare shoulder. She was only in a pair of leggings and a singlet top. A small gasp left her lips as she saw a moderate shard of glass wedged into her skin. Tears gathered in her eyes but she shook it off like it was nothing. She was putting on a brave face so she could try and calm me, but my wolf was frantic, yelling and swearing at me for hurting her and threatening to take control to make sure she got the right treatment.

"Alana, I-I didn't mean," I stuttered while staring at her. I walked over to the bars and flinched when she took a small step back. "I-Please. Just let me look." I whispered, completely disgusted with myself. I wasn't sure if that feeling were from myself or my wolf.

I winced as she revealed the injury. The glass was only slightly wedged in but blood was still seeping from the wound. Closing my eyes tight, I reopened them with clear mind. "I'm going to remove it. It will get infected if you leave it like that." I told her firmly.

The plan was in my head. Remove the glass, stop the bleeding, and put a wrap on it from the first aid kit Reece left in here then take the pain away. The only problem was the bars in between us would make it hard to do easily.