Chapter 118
Claire's POV
A tear slips past my eyes and I quickly wipe it away and place my hand on his cheek
"It's not your fault...you couldn't have done anything" I hug his neck and run my fingers through his hair, trying to calm him
I don't really know how to respond
"you mean that?" I whisper, he smirks a little and kisses my forehead
"Oh, it's a birthmark, I've had it ever since I was born" I tell him running my finger over it. His eyebrows stay knitted and I tilt my head
"what?" I ask
He looks back up at me and away from the birthmark
"nothing, nothing" he shakes his head
"I just thought I remembered hearing a story when I was younger. I think it said something about a mark like this..." He trails off, looking into the distance like he's thinking back in a memory
"I can't even remember it, never mind" he says with a smile
"sorry"
My eyes stay wide...I wonder what it was. First Tara's grandmothers prophecy and now a story about my birthmark.... I just smile and don't answer.
"Now lets get you something to eat, your stomach has been growling for an hour" he laughs and I blush climbing off his lap and follow him into the kitchen.
We both make sandwiches and after we finish eating Bryat and Lena come over and we all watch a Football game. The boys get all riled up but me and Lena just roll our eyes and talk. She tells me about how she knew something had to be up when I'd rather stay at my parents house than come over here. I agree and tell her how angry I am with my parents and Bervely for doing that. We talk a little bit more about that and by the time the game finishes and they stand to leave I can hardly keep my eyes open.
They wave as they walk out and me and Martin are left alone in silence. He comes up behind me and I lean against him, smiling sleepily. I don't want to go home...could I even call that place my home? I feel more at home here than I've felt anywhere my whole life.
I sigh and step away from him a little
"I guess I should get going too..." I trail off looking at my feet
After a moment of silence I look up through my lashes at him. His eyebrows are furrowed and head tilted
"why?" He asks, closing the distance between us
"Well I just thought-...my room is fixed" I tell him with a shrug but the thought of stepping into that house with the family that told a lie they knew would hurt me makes me shutter
"I can't let you stay there" he says, shaking his head
"not after what they did, I can deal with them tomorrow but for tonight you're staying with me" he says and after a second of just gawking at him I nod, my mouth hung open a little
"Alright" I choke up quietly
He turns around without saying another word and starts to head up the stairs. Even with my thudding heart I follow after him. He passes his room and opens the bedroom door next to his. I used to sleep in that room when I was younger. He frowns as he turns to me
"I guess you can sleep in here" he says
I smile and nod. I walk in and see that's it's been completely changed since I've been in here, the wall color is the same but other than that it's beautifully decorated, Lena's doing I'm assuming.
"Do you need anything?" He asks
"Well a toothbrush and something to sleep in but I can just go grab that from-" he cuts me off
"No, I have those things" he tells me and I shrug and nod as he walks out of the doorway
I sit on the bed and look around. The bed is a queen size with pale pink flowers on it, the bed frame is rustic. The walls have a a few painted pictures and when I look closer I see that most of the beautiful paintings was done by Lena. Looking at them makes me smile. I'll have to ask her to paint me something soon.
I hear Martin come in and I stand and turn to him. He's holding a piece of black material and a toothbrush still in its box. I smile and walk over to him, placing my hands on the soft fabric.
"Thank you" I say trying to take it but his hands still hold onto it
I look up at him to see him starring down at me, his eyes looking at me like he's waiting to say something. But he doesn't. He sighs and kisses my forehead
"goodnight Claire" he says softly against my skin, warmth spreading from his breath
I blink a few times and look up at him as he backs away "goodnight" I say equally as quiet
He steps out of the room and I fall on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and sighing, I change into the T-shirt and it smells like him, a smell so enticing it makes my toes curl. It hangs down over my thighs and I feel surrounded by him. I brush my teeth and curl up into the covers, wondering what he's doing one room away.
I sigh and start to worry about everything. I really like Martin, like more than I've ever liked anyone. When I'm around him my heart flutters and my body flushes. When he looks at me my whole being feels complete...all of this worries me. My birthday is coming up, I'll be eighteen, I'll find my mate. What if Martin isn't my mate? What if I wake up on my eighteenth birthday, see him and feel nothing? What if I do find my mate? Will I forget him? will I feel this same way towards my mate as I do Martin? Will it be Martin? My hearts pounding as I think about these things. I'm falling for Martin. The thought of finding a mate that isn't him breaks my heart. Could I be his mate and he hasn't told me? What if he finds his mate? He is twenty one. That's considered old for a alpha to still not have a mate. What if he goes to a different pack for a meeting and finds someone like his father...I would be completely crushed.
I wish I had thought about all these thing before but other things were occupying my time and brain. I sigh and turn over. I can't deal with another blow. I want things to start working out...I want Martin to be mine. After tonight though...I can't help but feel like he is mine.
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