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Authors: C. E. Black
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal, Vampires, Werewolves & Shifters, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages)
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calm and professional, but also sweet and kind. I loved her very much, but I've never been like her. I've always been brash and temperamental. Traveling is my passion and I'm lucky I got to see some of the world before I found my mate. I know I have to change Paul."
I looked at him pleading with my eyes for him to understand. "I'm trying so hard to be your mate, but I'm obviously failing miserably. Please give me another chance to make you happy." My breath caught in my throat and a sob escaped. "Please, Paul, I love you."
I broke down. Suppressing who I was for two months had not been a good thing. I cried and sobbed so much the outside world became nonexistent for me. I didn't hear or feel Paul trying to comfort me. All I could feel was my grief. I cried for my parents, my friends and their families. I cried for all the families of my old pack. Soon I would add Paul to the list of those I grieved over. He wouldn't be dying soon like the others, but he was going to leave me. I sobbed harder at the thought of not having him with me anymore. I loved him so much and I was messing it up. I thought about how I was no longer me; I was a shell of who I used to be. I couldn't keep up this charade any longer and hopefully Paul would understand.
I don't know how long I cried but when my tears finally stopped I was surprised to see I was curled in Paul's lap in the passenger seat of his car. He was holding me close rubbing circles over my back. I lifted my head and saw the mess of mascara and tears all over his jacket. "I'm sorry," I said meaning for more than just the suit.
Paul looked down at me with concern. I felt bad that I made him worry. "You're okay, sweetheart. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn't have pushed you so hard to do the ceremony, but you know how we males are. Once we find our mate we'll do anything to get her." He smiled sheepishly at me.
"No, it wasn't you pushing. I understand why you were. I was just so scared of losing my freedom that I wanted to keep my distance. Then when I realized there was no running, I wanted to be perfect for you." His amber eyes stayed focused on mine as I told him my fears. Then his brow wrinkled.
"So when you said you didn't want to lose your freedom, did you mean you wanted to date other men?" He growled.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. He hesitated before returning the embrace. I sat back and smiled gently. "No, Paul. I don't want or need to date any other men. You're more than enough for me," I said with a wink.
He smiled back so I went on. "I meant that after the ceremony, I'll have to become the perfect mate. No more hanging out with friends, no more traveling, no more tantrums and no more fun. Basically, I knew my job would be to stay home with babies and to stay by your side and truthfully, I'm not ready for that. I've been practicing being the perfect mate and I'm no good at it."
"You're right you weren't good at it," He said. I cringed inside at his words. I looked down feeling sorry that I couldn't be the mate he needed me to be. Paul put a finger under my chin and lifted my face. "You weren't good at trying to be a stiff and I'm glad. I don't want that kind of mate, Susan. I want you. You're my perfect mate, temper and all." I smiled brightly at him. I was glad he said that because I really wasn't going to be able to keep up with the snooty act.
"Does that mean I can go back to that restaurant and rip Daphne's hair extensions out?"
Paul laughed loudly, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight drifting through the window. God, I loved his laugh. "Maybe later," He said. "You know that was the final straw. I saw you trying so hard to not growl and snap at her that I just couldn't take it anymore. I've noticed you changing and couldn't figure out what was going on.
"I tried getting you to hang out with Rebecca again by suggesting she help with the ceremony, but that didn't work. Even your clothes changed in small ways. You've been
I looked at him pleading with my eyes for him to understand. "I'm trying so hard to be your mate, but I'm obviously failing miserably. Please give me another chance to make you happy." My breath caught in my throat and a sob escaped. "Please, Paul, I love you."
I broke down. Suppressing who I was for two months had not been a good thing. I cried and sobbed so much the outside world became nonexistent for me. I didn't hear or feel Paul trying to comfort me. All I could feel was my grief. I cried for my parents, my friends and their families. I cried for all the families of my old pack. Soon I would add Paul to the list of those I grieved over. He wouldn't be dying soon like the others, but he was going to leave me. I sobbed harder at the thought of not having him with me anymore. I loved him so much and I was messing it up. I thought about how I was no longer me; I was a shell of who I used to be. I couldn't keep up this charade any longer and hopefully Paul would understand.
I don't know how long I cried but when my tears finally stopped I was surprised to see I was curled in Paul's lap in the passenger seat of his car. He was holding me close rubbing circles over my back. I lifted my head and saw the mess of mascara and tears all over his jacket. "I'm sorry," I said meaning for more than just the suit.
Paul looked down at me with concern. I felt bad that I made him worry. "You're okay, sweetheart. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn't have pushed you so hard to do the ceremony, but you know how we males are. Once we find our mate we'll do anything to get her." He smiled sheepishly at me.
"No, it wasn't you pushing. I understand why you were. I was just so scared of losing my freedom that I wanted to keep my distance. Then when I realized there was no running, I wanted to be perfect for you." His amber eyes stayed focused on mine as I told him my fears. Then his brow wrinkled.
"So when you said you didn't want to lose your freedom, did you mean you wanted to date other men?" He growled.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. He hesitated before returning the embrace. I sat back and smiled gently. "No, Paul. I don't want or need to date any other men. You're more than enough for me," I said with a wink.
He smiled back so I went on. "I meant that after the ceremony, I'll have to become the perfect mate. No more hanging out with friends, no more traveling, no more tantrums and no more fun. Basically, I knew my job would be to stay home with babies and to stay by your side and truthfully, I'm not ready for that. I've been practicing being the perfect mate and I'm no good at it."
"You're right you weren't good at it," He said. I cringed inside at his words. I looked down feeling sorry that I couldn't be the mate he needed me to be. Paul put a finger under my chin and lifted my face. "You weren't good at trying to be a stiff and I'm glad. I don't want that kind of mate, Susan. I want you. You're my perfect mate, temper and all." I smiled brightly at him. I was glad he said that because I really wasn't going to be able to keep up with the snooty act.
"Does that mean I can go back to that restaurant and rip Daphne's hair extensions out?"
Paul laughed loudly, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight drifting through the window. God, I loved his laugh. "Maybe later," He said. "You know that was the final straw. I saw you trying so hard to not growl and snap at her that I just couldn't take it anymore. I've noticed you changing and couldn't figure out what was going on.
"I tried getting you to hang out with Rebecca again by suggesting she help with the ceremony, but that didn't work. Even your clothes changed in small ways. You've been
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