Chapter 185 Hate

• Somehow, someway, I found myself in front of my door at Goddess knows what hour. I don’t know how I got here and I don’t know how long I’ve been staring at the handle. My best friend is on the other side, hopefully sleeping. My mind is a tornado of thoughts and my heart is filled with a hurricane of emotions. I know he’s hold me and let me cry it out but I hate worrying him. He appears strong for me but any whiff of sadness and despair and he won’t stop until he finds out where it’s coming from. That’s the last thing I want from him. I don’t want Shane to find out about Gabe and misunderstand. I doesn’t matter who he is to me, I wouldn’t let him or anyone else hurt my best friend.
• Swallowing, I wonder what the chances are that I can get to my room without being seen. I could sprint to my room as soon as I opened the door, but I’d probably break an ankle and wake Gabe. There’s still a couple of hours until he has to leave for his shift, so I’m hoping he’s asleep. Taking a deep breath, I call upon a confidence I definitely don’t have, grab the door handle and turn it. The lights are on and I do a visual sweep of the apartment, noting fruit and vegetables all over the floor, dishes in the sink, and pots on the stove. Inhaling, my eyes roll into my head as the aroma of a home cooked meal reaches my nose. I scent a visitor and a smile slowly spreads across my face. It’s the same scent as yesterday and I know who that is. They’re probably both knocked out or blissed out.
• There’s no one in sight and I thank the Goddess for my luck. I tiptoe as elegantly as I can in my work heels. The floor creaks and I freeze as I strain to hear any noise that may signal Gabe getting up. When it remains quiet, I take another step forward as quietly as I can, I put one perfectly manicured foot in front of the other. I rush as quietly as possible to my room, and close the door as quietly as possible behind me. Kicking one stiletto at a time, I drop a good foot to the ground and wriggle my toes against my soft rug before I head to my bathroom. I drop my jacket and the sound of my footsteps as they pad behind me is the only noise on our floor. I close the door behind me and lean against it with all of my weight. Now that I’m alone, I let out a shaky breath. I’m still in shock after everything that happened at work. That was not the night I had expected to have. I met my mate, let him take me over and over again, watched him break Donny’s arm, and got mauled by his wolf before he dismissed me like a cheap whore.