Chapter 47 Marked To Be His Again
Kristen's POV
Calhoun took my hand in his and led me to a quiet place, with no one present. He said he wanted to talk after all.
As much as I am anticipating what he has to say, I don't have a good feeling about this.
"I was told that you saved me," I tip my head to stare at him.
Calhoun raises his fist to his mouth and bites into it as he looks at me.
"My friends told me the little they could remember,"
"I can't do this anymore.." Calhoun speaks up finally but he ends up getting interrupted by me.
"Thank you for saving me.."
He cuts me short with a raise of his hand.
"I'm divorcing your mother." He drops this bombshell.
"Wait, what!?" My parts in horror.
"It's something I should've done a long time ago, our marriage isn't working out," Calhoun thins his lips after making this known to me.
"I don't think that's any of my business," deciding I won't stay and listen to any of his rambles, I turn my back to him to leave. Calhoun grips my ponytail and pulls me back through his hold on it.
It hurts a little, but I can feel my nipples hardening beneath my blouse.
Shit. This isn't happening. I'm not supposed to get turned on like this.
Am I even okay? After everything Calhoun made me suffer, my body still betrays me by getting affected by him this much.
"Don't walk away from me," he pleads with his eyes and his hand is still holding my ponytail.
"Nor do I want to discuss anything about my mom or your marriage with her," I snap, glaring at his face. It's not even real, just to hide the way that I feel so he will have no idea how I am getting affected by him.
"I know you're still upset with me, you have every right to be.." Calhoun stops to sigh and lets go of my hair.
Choosing not to make a response, I fold my arms across my chest.
"Let me fix all the damages I've made, Kristen," he implores. But it just sounds stupid to me anyways.
"No damage was done in the first place, you did the right thing," Excknowsmom knows about us right now and she hurt me because of you. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from letting this out.
"I was this insensitive bastard." He uses his favorite insult for himself.
"Let me go, Alpha Calhoun," I grit out.
"I don't want your mother, it's you I want."
His eyes...
They hold so much in them.
His eyes...
They contain so much warmth and honesty in them. Still, I can't let him in again. I'd be a fool if I do when Mom is already even aware of what we did.
"This is Layla's funeral for Pete's sake, talking about wanting me is disrespectful to the deceased." I want to be as far away from Calhoun as possible.
"That doesn't make any sense," he says.
"No, it's you who makes no sense." My feet start moving and they carry me away from him.
"Don't walk away from me, Kristen." He's coming after me. Don't even stay and let me walk away.
"I do what I want, you're not my father..or my boyfriend," I state the obvious, not even daring to cast him a backward glance. "So this Ben, you like him?"
"It's none of your business about who I like."
"You let him fuck you?"
And I break into a gasp because that's one of the most disturbing things I've heard this morning. Having him say 'fuck,' brings back those memories.
"Answer me," Calhoun demands.
One of his steps covers three of mine because he's so tall with long legs, so he's able to catch up quickly with me.
"He touched you anywhere?"
"How can you even ask questions about someone who's mourning his mom?"
"Because you're meant to be mine."
"We aren't mates anymore," I point out the obvious because he has no right to bring that up, after rejecting and casting me
away.
"Have you forgotten what happened, you rejected me to save your marriage with my mother. I was never to be yours in the first place."
A wicked glint takes over Calhoun's blue eyes as he takes a step closer to me, holding my neck.
"What are you doing?" Goosebumps rise in my pores.
"You'll see," he lowers his voice.
With this saying, Calhoun lets out the claws of his wolf and grazes my neck.
"What have you done?" Taken aback, I blink.
"I marked you to be mine again," he has a small smile playing on his lips this time.
And my mouth flaps open in horror as my heart slams against my ribcage.
Because Calhoun just marked me to be his mate.
I am mated to him again.
Only Alphas can mark anyone to be their mate, and he just did that to gain possession of me for the second time.
Shit!
My body trembles with fear, frustration, and anger.
"How could you do this to me?" There's this sharp stinging pain on my neck and when I put my hand on it and take a look at my hand, I see blood.
Calhoun turns his back to me, pushes his hands in his pocket, and walks away. He even dares to whistle.
He's the one walking away from me this time, as if he did not just sign me up for a round two visit to hell this time.
I can't believe I'm thrown into the position of being his mate again.
"How could you be so selfish? Do you know how much I've suffered since we crossed paths? You fucking just ruined my life!"
Calhoun stops upon hearing this, he snaps his head to look at me.
"You're mine, Kristen. I can't let you be with another."
My fists find their way to his chest, hitting and hitting until I burst into tears.
"You have no right to reject me and mark me to be yours again, I'm not your puppet."
"I know," Calhoun lets me hit him as much as I want until he grabs my hands and forces me to look at him.
"I hate you."
"Can't blame you for that, there are times I hate myself too."
"Marking me to be yours again is wrong,"
"I know."
"You're sick."
"I am sick."
My heart tightens in my chest because he's agreeing with everything I'm saying.
Why is he doing this? Tormenting my life because he wants it to resolve around him alone.
Attempting to pull my hands away from his hold is futile because his grip on them is strong. If anyone sees us this way, they'd think we're lovers.
"You don't even know, do you?" Calhoun asks after tearing his gaze away from mine for a split second, to chuckle to himself.
"Know what?"
And when he returns his eyes to mine, they're a different shade of blue this time. Like a deep blue sea, intense and laced with so much affection that my throat tightens from the emotions weaving through my chest.
"How I am helplessly in love with everything inside and about you," he rasps out.
And the world stops moving.