Chapter 18 Coming To Conclusion
Calhoun
Natalie didn't question my whereabouts. And I am surprised she didn't. Instead, she's in a happy mood and acts like nothing happened two days ago at the Greyhound pack run.
We're inside our bedroom, kissing and trying to undress each other. But something doesn't seem right. The more I touch her, the more I want to be away from her as much as possible.
"Oh my god, I've missed this, Calhoun." She moans and angles her head backward, so her throat can be open for me to rain more kisses.
From where she's seated on the table, she hooks her legs around my waist and grinds into me, moaning at the same time to arouse me but I'm not even hard downstairs.
Images of myself in the rain with Kristen are stuck in my head right now, that's the only thing I can think about because I'm picturing her as Kristen. But her moans are rather dry and not soft like that of my mate.
It's all shades of wrong to see her as her daughter due to the bitter truth that if I see her the way she is, I will be unable to touch her.
Sex with Kristen in two nights tied my whole body completely to her. And it seems as though I cannot be with any other woman except her.
"What's wrong, Calhoun?" Natalie looks at me with a bewildered expression.
"What do you mean?" Can it be I said everything out loud or she's now a mind reader?
"You stopped kissing and touching me. Just stayed on my body and released heavy breaths as if you don't want this, as if you have your mind elsewhere."
"Now that's not true."
"You're not doing it right, Calhoun." Natalie tries to hide her disappointment as he puts her hand on my cheek.
I kiss her long and deep but then she pushes me away from her with force this time, looking utterly upset.
"What was that for?" I wasn't expecting her to react this way. She's a sweet sweet person but she can be annoying at times. Something which I accepted as one of her flaws.
"This isn't how you kiss me. There's no passion in it, more like you're forcing things, Alpha Calhoun."
"Why would I ever do that?" My eyes are lowered in a squint.
"I don't know, perhaps you don't fancy me anymore," she shakes her head at me. There's something like exasperation in her eyes.
"Now you're overacting." I point out, in the calmest way possible because she's got a temper.
"It's true, Alpha Calhoun. That spark is gone. I can't even recognize this you," she adjusts the strap of her dress, then gets off the table.
Natalie adds my title to my name when she's upset with me.
Pulling away from her side, I fork my fingers through my hair and sigh heavily.
"We got married three days ago and you couldn't even touch me, Calhoun. It was our wedding night but you hurt my feelings. I put on the best lingerie for you, I wore the most sultry perfume to entice you and yet you turned me down."
"But I explained things to you." There's nothing else I have to say except this.
"Oh, they were excuses!" Natalie snaps, glaring at me. I don't like her tone but I can't tell her because I'm mostly at fault here. She has every right to be this pissed off.
"And then you disappeared for two days, leaving me out here like a fool." She finally brings this up, after I had thought she wouldn't.
"I'm so sorry I left like that."
"Yeah, right," Natalie tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, "that's what a cheating man says."
"Don't jump into conclusions so fast, Natalie."
"You never phoned me to tell me where you went, your line was unreachable the whole time and I slept in here, lonely. Wishing my husband would show up at the door."
"I'm sorry I hurt you like that." My voice softens. I might be an Alpha feared and respected by many, but when it comes to Natalie I could never yell at her no matter what.
"You've been seeing another woman." She drops this bombshell, after taking a good time to stare deeply into my eyes.
Oh shit. She's hit the nail on the head, except she doesn't even know it's her daughter.
"Why would you ever think that?" These words rush out of my mouth.
"Because I know when a man fancies another woman aside from the one he's with. We've been together for eight months but there was never a day you behaved this way. You couldn't keep your hands off my body, they always wanted to touch me at the slightest chance. But now, you even have to contemplate before touching me."
"Calm down Natalie, I know you're hurting because I left like that."
"You married me just to treat me this way." She grits out, looking utterly disappointed in me. I've never seen her stare at me this way.
"Do not have the wrong impression about me."
"But it's true. It's more like you want someone else." The hurt in her eyes makes me feel like the biggest bastard in the entire universe. What's even worse is the fact that she's telling the truth. My body doesn't respond to her touches because my wolf doesn't want me to be with her.
"How can you not get a boner after I've touched you there many times?" Natalie takes a hard hurtful gulp and lets the tears cloud her eyes.
"Just get out, Calhoun. I don't want to see your face right now." She points at the door after sniffing.
I have no choice but to adjust my clothes and take my leave because staying here and trying to convince her there's no one else wouldn't work when I in fact think about Kristen more than anyone.
I got her number from her profile on the internet. And tried to call to hear her voice, when I never even rang her mother since my disappearance. It was my wolf who triggered me to do that.
Natalie's muffled cries can be heard as I shut the doors behind me. I know she has her face pressed to the pillows right now, and my mind immediately goes down the flashback lane of Nana Joyce's advice, where she told me I have to divorce the mother or reject the daughter.
When I showed up at the hairdressing salon to pick up Natalie, I ignored Kristen throughout, thinking I could try and stick to my wife. It was one of the hardest things for me to do. There was this tugging feeling inside of me to take just one look into those emerald eyes of hers, but I didn't. Thinking I was doing the right thing for Natalie's sake.
Worse, the more I tried to not think about Kristen, the more her face was glued to my mind. She erased every sexual urge towards Natalie, that was why my dck didn't even bulge when Natalie touched and kissed my nipples.
Both mother and daughter are getting tortured because of me. I refused to reject Kristen and then was unable to perform my duties as a husband to Natalie.
Slipping out my phone from my pocket, I failed Nana Joyce's number.
"Do you know what you want now, Calhoun?" My grandmother asked from the other end of the phone.
"Yes, I do."