Hunter POV

I looked down at my bloody fists, then at the blood that gathered at my feet. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt not even when I jammed my fists into the tree trunk. It seemed that all pain was futile when compared to the hurt I felt every time I thought about what I did to him last night.

I had abused my authority and used him in the worst way possible. He was my mate, my soulmate, my equal, and yet I had used my Alpha voice on him, forcing him into submission. I had violated him and derived pleasure from it. It was the most despicable thing I could have ever done and no matter how hard I tried to distract myself. I couldn't erase that look on his face when he looked into my eyes. He held nothing but pure hatred and disgust towards me.

Maybe this is my fate, to be with someone who will forever hate me because of my own stupid anger that I couldn't control.

I continued to use the tree trunk as my personal boxing bag, when I smelt his pure, beautiful scent. That combination of strawberries and vanilla. I closed my eyes savoring that scent, and letting it sooth me. I could feel him getting closer to me, so much so, I could hear his heartbeat. I looked to my side and saw him there, watching me.

His wolf had such a magnificently alluring color. A deep, rich brown that resembled the mountains that surrounded us. He observed me, looking into my eyes for a brief moment, before he turned around and ran off. I sighed when I could smell his scent getting fainter and fainter as he ran further from me. I gently rubbed my hands on the sides of my jeans, trying to get the excess blood off, and pulled on my shirt. I walked slowly back to the house, deep in thought.

Should I apologize for last night? Would he even want to listen to me?Did I even have an excuse that seemed logical?

I walked, so deep in thought that I seemed to have lost my way and was now standing in front of the pack doctor's surgery, in front of Elliot's surgery. How the hell did I here, I don't even know. I contemplated on whether I should enter or just turn around and leave. I didn't have time to think further when the door opened and Elliot stood in the door way with a confused expression on his face.

"Can I help you Alpha?"

"I uhh.. I was .. Is your father here?" I asked dumbly when in truth. I didn't even have a reason to be here, let alone, want to even see his face.

"He's out hunting with David. I'm sure he mentioned it to you last week." he said as he crossed his hands over his chest. I scratched the back of my head and chuckled awkwardly.

"Yeah he did, well then I'll -"

"Why are you really here?"

I looked at him looking at me, and contemplated on whether I should just leave and not even attempt to do what I had been thinking of doing and yet I stood in my place.

" Can I come in?"

He moved out of the way, making room for me to enter. His surgery was quite organized and neat. He seemed to know exactly what was going on in here. I sat down on the chair opposite of him. Watching as he looked at me intently, his pale blue eyes fixed on me.

"I'm sure you didn't come for that." He said gesturing to the wounds on my hands, that were already healing. I laughed and shook my head.

"Then?"

It was actually very awkward to sit here with him when we never exchanged more than two words growing up. It wasn't because I hated him, or maybe I did. I hated him more than anything. The person the love of my life was in love with, but that wasn't the case here. He probably disliked me, because of the way I treated Drew. Heck he probably hated me with a passion now that I was mated to someone he loved. When I didn't say anything and just looked down at my hands he took it upon himself to elaborate.

"It is about Drew?" He asked.

I lifted my head at the mention of Drew's name. Just hearing his name had my heart in flutters and I knew it wasn't just because of the bond. I had felt this way about him even before we were mated. I just never understood how to show it to him and maybe I still didn't. I was just too stubborn to accept it and resorted to making him feel like he was nothing when in reality I was the coward who couldn't face and accept what I truly wanted and that was Drew.

"I just.. I... I don't know how to make him happy.. I don't know what he wants."

He sighed and looked out the window. Perhaps he didn't want to talk about it as much as I didn't.

"Many people think that knowing what a person wants is the approach to happiness but the truth is, you don't need to know what he wants. Just appreciate him and be observant to his delicate nature. He might act all tough on the outside but on the inside, he's still the same childish Drew we both remember. Show him how much he means to you and that alone will make him happy " he said as he continued to look out the window.

"What was he like.. before?" I asked suddenly wanting to know more about him.

"He was extremely stubborn, always wanting to do everything on his own. Even when he couldn't almost like he had something to prove, like he wasn't weak. I supposed that's what I love most about him." He said as he looked me in the eyes.

He still loved him, he made sure to use the present tense, there was no mistaking it.

I couldn't deny the slight discomfort I felt, at someone knowing more about him than me but I suppose I deserved every single bit of it. It was my mistake for not paying attention all those years ago.

I got up from my chair, saying that I should get back. He nodded and extended a brief smile towards me, even though I knew he was forcing it..As I walked out he called for me. I didn't turn back to face him, knowing that whatever he had to say now, would be most likely a warning..

"Whenever you hurt him.. I will be right there to heal him.. like I always did.. and always will.."

I walked out without even bothering to reply because honestly I had no idea what to say for never in my entire life had I felt soo..

Threatened...

And it angered me. I was his fucking Alpha for crying out loud! My rage built up as I walked back to my house that I shared with my mate who hated me with a passion...

As much as I refused to accept it there would come a time when the inevitable would unfold, when he would undoubtedly leave me. It was better to embrace it, then hope for it to never occur..

He was never going to love me.. the real me at least..

I would make him hate me. Hate every single part of me. It was better than waking up each morning and hoping that today will be the day he smiles at me or is at least happy to see me.

I couldn't do that. It was painful to see him happy around everyone else but me this was my only option..

Make him hate me...