Chapter 23
I have seen it so many times. You find your mate then you marry mark and start a family. Why was finding mine so hard? Let's start with the fact that my mate ran away from me. Why? She assumed I didn’t want her. Now that I am alone in my room laying in bed my mind will not shut off and I call bull on her excuse. Mary has known me since we were both little she knew I was looking forward to finding my mate. Growling out I jump from my bed pissed. Pacing my room I try and calm myself down when I can I stare at the door. Damn it I need answers. after dressing I stomp from my room. Making it to the stairs I find Jonah sitting on the top one. “hey what are you up to little man?” looking up at me he shrugs his shoulders. I can see that he looks sad. Sitting down next to him “you know you can tell me anything” placing my hand on his shoulder. Signing he looks at me “when you have your son will you forget about me?” his question shocked me. Pulling him into my lap “what makes you think I would forget about you?” “because you will have your kid.” his sad eyes looking at me with tears. Some days you forget he is just five. “remember when I told you to look deep into someone and see what their soul tells about them?” he nods “what does mine tell you?” squinting at me he stares deep into my eyes. Soon a smile spreads across his face. “it says we will always be close that we are family.” I nod hugging him. “now you better get to bed before your mama finds you up.” tickling his sides making him giggle. He hugs me tight and then takes me off to his room.
Talking to Jonah helped calm me some but I was still determined to get answers tonight. Standing I make my way to the kitchen making a cup of coffee procrastinating walking downs to the guest rooms. I may have put her in a guest room but I had her put in the biggest one we have. This one had a room attached to it with a natural hot spring running into a bathing pool before flowing out to a reserve that feeds into the fields. Finding this underground hot spring had been a great find. Not only do we always have hot water the steam helps keep the house warm and moist. I have noticed if the air in the lower part of the house gets too dry we all start to feel horrible. But after finding the hot stream, sending the steam flows through the house the better we feel. We had air vents drilled straight to the outside to keep the airflow through keeping the lower floors feeling open and airy. We directed the water to flow down in a closed tunnel to a large pool. Over the pool are tunnels leading through the walls and floors of the house. The hot steam heating all the stones keeps the whole house warm. We now only use firewood for cooking and when humans show up on the ground floor of the house. Grabbing my coffee and a glass of milk for Mary hope she still has her glass at bedtime. Things like that probably don’t change. Taking a deep breath I head down the stairs.
Standing outside the door I have no idea why I am so nervous. Heard wolves on this floor and the steps of a few upstairs heading to the kitchen. I was about to knock when the door opened. “how much longer where are you gonna just stand there?” Mary asks me with her hand on her hip. I don’t know how it's possible but she's more beautiful now than she has ever been. Thrusting the glass of mild at her she giggles. “I haven't had fresh milk at bedtime in years. The downside of not living on a farm.” smiling down at the milk in her hand. She then takes a small sip a soft moan in her throat stirs my lower half. Clearing my throat to get her to look at me. “I think we need to talk.” she nods stepping aside. her cheeks a light pink. After shutting the door she takes a seat on the bed. I stand and stare out the fake window painted on the wall. “you really can’t smell anything?” “yes if there was a way to prove it to you I would but I don’t know how to prove it.” I sigh out. “but that's not why I came down here. I want to know why? Why do you leave without a word? And why would you think I would reject you when you have known me most of my life? What did I do to make you think I wouldn't want you?” shooting question after question at her. I can feel the tension in the room rise.
“I had always thought finding my mate would be like how mother and father had found each other. Mother told me she had been working in the kitchen of an inn cooking. When she smelled the most amazing smell pulling at her to follow it. When she found herself at the horse stables she saw my father feeding the horses of the night's guest. The wind changed and the father's head shot up spinning to lock eyes with the mother. He dropped everything and rushed to her. Claiming her right then. So when you just smiled waves and then continued talking to Edith and her brother. I thought you could smell me but want me so you were able to turn away from me.” taking in everything she said and it all made scenes we had always talked about finding our mate. How we would go to them right away. Stopping my thoughts I glare at her “and you just left didn’t talk to me what if I didn’t want to keep my composer in front of everyone and claim you in private. But id you give me that option? No, you didn’t you just left. So maybe it was you rejecting me? Is that it am I just not good enough for you?” pinning her down with a look. Shock and guilt flood her face “I. I am so sorry. I didn’t think I was only thinking about how I was feeling.” tears pool in the corner of her eyes.
