erafine POV
I watch the trees blur past us, I’m not sure what the plan is. Xander seems to think that this trip will give him answers about me. I’m actually excited, I want to see his reaction when he realises I told the truth.
It won’t change anything, I won’t accept him, and I will find a way to get free. I was hopeful that he would see the truth beneath his doubt. I hoped it would be seen without drastic actions, but he still needs proof.
We’re meant to be mates but he can’t accept it, he can’t accept who I am. Instead he’s pulling away, doing what he wants, and believing I’m lying. I’m not his mate.
“Why would you claim me when you hate me and see me as a liar?”
The words come out before I can stop them. I won’t stop though.
“Why? I’m here, but you’re treating me like an enemy. Why did you want me if you weren’t willing to accept me?”
“You think I wanted this? You think I wanted you? This was never about you.” His words are cold and I stare at him. “I had a mate, I never wanted another mate. I didn’t bring you with me because you were my mate.”
So he hates me, he didn’t deny it, he didn’t deny that he treats me like an enemy.
“I will always be treated like the enemy, even if today proves that I’m not lying, the moment something does wrong, you’re going to accuse me.”
He doesn’t answer and his silence is everything. It tells me all that I need to know. I need to get free, I need to run, find somewhere else to go. I’m not locked down at his pack like I was at mine.
So there has to be a way to break out. I turn to look away from him, closing my eyes and letting sleep drag me down. I’m done, nothing I do changes anything. I wanted to tell him I found answers about everything, but why would I?
I wake to see Xander asleep, shifting, I open the book. I need answers. The book is vague about my mate.
How is Xander changing?
The ink disappears and more shows up.
Each mate of the Threadborn is different, only time will tell the difference.
Chewing my lip, I consider the words. Okay, so getting that answer isn’t possible.
Why is the Calling different for us?
Maybe that’s a question it can answer for me? Maybe it will be just as vague an answer as the last?
Each Threadborn uses the Calling to strengthen themselves, and their bonds. Your wolf is beyond the basic, it doesn’t need the ritual’s to survive and stay sane. It needs stronger bonds with those around them.
Okay, that’s a lot more of an answer.
If I leave my mate, what happens, will I survive?
That I need to know the answer to, I’m planning to leave Xander, so I need to know if I can survive or not.
“What are you doing?” Xander’s words have me closing the book. He moves and snatches it from me.
I watch as he opens it and flips through the pages searching it.
“Why were you writing in it again?”
My shoulder shrugs. “You said the book was different for me, so I’ve been trying different things. How do we know it isn’t certain words that unlock it?”
That’s total rubbish but I need a lie, I need a cover story.
“If I found out you lied about this book…”
“What? I’ll be punished, you will hurt me, try to kill my wolf? Go ahead, I’ve been through it all now.”
My words are loud and he stares at me in shock.
“You realise this book does not belong to you?”
I laugh, I want to tell him it does. That it’s mine, as a threadborn and the only threadborn alive it is mine. I don’t though because I’m not telling him. I’m not about to be honest with him when he’s lying to me.
He’s doing something, he’s up to something and I have no idea what it is. He bought me, and he claimed me. Still though he treats me like I’m an enemy.
“I will ask you again, when you write in the book, does anything happen that I can’t see?”
“Yes, Xander. It paints pretty pictures, and tells me that I should run away and have a life away from men who just want to
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own me and use me. Men who don’t see my worth and only see me as an object.”
His hand tightens on the and in the next second, the window is open and he throws it out. Panic flows through me, and don’t even think, I open the car door and throw myself out, screaming as I hit the floor hard.
The car screeches to a holt, and I stand, rushing over and grabbing the book. I’m not sure what that was, but it felt like something inside of me snapped. Like that book getting lost, or destroyed was painful for me
“Are you a fool, jumping out of a moving car!” Xander storms toward me and I grab the book, clinging it to my chest.
“You threw the book! Out the window, what did you expect?”
“If it’s nothing you won’t have cared.”
Is that a joke? “How can it be nothing? You write in it, and the ink runs off the page. That’s unique, that’s special. Whether we have answers or not about the book, that alone makes it important and you treat it like everything else in your world. Trash!”
“Get in that car now,” Xander growls, and I do, I storm past him, not arguing. He seems so sweet, so nice, then there’s moments like right now that scream out to me that he’s a rogue. He’s that man that everyone feared. Even if he’s not a real rogue, that side of him… That disgusting, uncaring, side is real.
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