My Human Mate novel Chapter 65

Alana's POV:

Michael was once again sitting down with his back against the wall, arms on his knees and his head tilted back leaning on the wall. His eyes were closed and although he may look relaxed, the uneven breathing told me he was still tense. I observed from my spot, cross legged on the opposite side of the small space, my back leaning against the uncomfortable bars.

The cold cylinders were digging into my back and I shifted my weight to get a comfortable position. We had been sitting for what felt like hours in a silence, which I wasn't sure was comfortable or awkward, but in reality it had only been about 20 minutes. Tops.

I wasn't sure about Michael, but knowing that the cell door were unlocked and anything could go down created a new atmosphere. I winced slightly as the corner of my shoulder pressed against the metal, quickly sucking in a sharp breath. Michael's head snapped to meet mine, but I smiled stiffly at him.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly and a jolt of guilt shot through me.

"It's all good. Don't worry about it." I waved it off. In reality it wasn't that bad, it just stung a bit from being a fresh cut. He shouldn't be sorry about something so minor compared to what I did to him. Huffing slightly with a small growl, he shook his head furiously for a moment before springing to his feet. Slighting cautious, I slowly rose to my feet and spoke in a low quiet voice.

"Michael, are you okay?" My arm was slightly reaching out to him but his back was turned to me. "Calm down, its okay." I said, reassuring him on whatever was going through his mind.

"I fucking hurt you. I went against my word Alana. For fuck sake." He yelled facing me, his eyes full of anger. He kicked the broken bed frame sending it flying over near me and I cowered away from it, etching my way out the cell door.

"Fuck!" he cursed again. My eyes were wide in fright as I watched him loose control once more. His eyes glowing bright red as he cursed, yelled and kicked the poor metal frame around the cell. The loud echoes in the small room were deafening to a point where I was covering my ears to block out the slightest bit of the metal on metal sound.

This went on for minutes, the loud sounds, the angry yelling and with each minute Michael's wolf slowly came out even more. Only mere minutes later, Michael had claws for hands, sharp k nines for teeth and excess hair all over his body.

"Michael." I said quietly hoping to get his attention. When the bed frame was thrown again I spoke louder. "Michael!"

This is it, I thought grimly to myself. I bowed my head and closed my eyes waiting for him to snap and become violent again.

The gentle touch on my arm had my heart skipping a beat. The gentle gesture had me even more frightened than I would have been if he had roughly grabbed my arm. His thumb gently ran over the white bandage he had applied earlier on. As I looked at him not knowing what to feel his glowing eyes stayed locked on the bandage.

Suddenly, I was roughly pulled into his body, his arms snaking their way behind my back pulling me in tight to his hard physic. My arms were trapped down at my side and I was frozen, not blinking, not breathing, not talking and not moving.

My breath had caught in my throat and as I let out a shaky breath, Michael took a deep controlled breath in. So many thoughts were running through my mind I couldn't believe what was happening.

The look in his eyes as he had made his way over to me was of pure anger, but the gentle movement of his fingers rubbing against my back as he held me close left me confused but I still melted into his touch.