Ugly

Hahaha, weird, it's the word I heard every single time when somebody look at me. But still, why my heart aches from that word coming from his mouth. I should not feel like this. Even though we are mate, but my mate doesn't want me back. So what the point in finding your other half.

Last time, when he said that, I just stand in the spot, saying nothing and see him walk to the bathroom with other girls. It is a shocking news, his father even asked me if I can work with this situation, and obviously I have to say it won't effect me. Or so I thought it won't interfere my work. Every time I see him, my body heated up. We don't say much, I just follow him anywhere he goes, watching him from distance.

"Can you stop following me!". He speaks to me, it's the first sentence he talk since 4 days.

"I can't Mr. Isaac"

"Just seeing you everyday make me sick. I still can't believe that you're my mate!".

Isaac Ewing is the man I'm now protecting. He's in his twenty, actually 25, dark haired and green eyes, he is going to be the next Alpha, he has to train since he was young. So his body is very well built with firm muscles which can see clearly through his clothes. Compare to me, it's just like Beauty and the Beast. I'm taller than him, about 6'5, dirty blonde, one big scar cross over my left black eye, I'm like a godzilla in real life. No wonder he doesn't like me.

I say nothing and follow behind him in a further distance. He mostly goes to the bar, strip club.... I have to watch every single woman he hangs out with. It's so different when he's alone with me. He is smiling, talking sweet to their ears. I envious those girls even though they're whores, their life are no better than me, being sell, use from place to place. I wonder what is feel like when he smiles at me.

When you and somebody share a bond. It's mean you share each other feeling, emotion and reading thought. But I can't read his mind, he's blocking me, built a very thick wall around and I don't intend to do it. After all, who want to read mine.

We go to 4 club, he's now in very bad shape, he drinks until he drunks and it's effect me a little, my head feel kind of dizzy. I drive him home, his walk is unsteady, he doesn't allow me to touch him. He goes to his room and lock it. I'm standing out guarding him, seem like he is feeling a little better, I can feel it. Then a voice pass though my brain, it's Isaac, he's now too weak to remain the wall.

'Pl...please.....don't go....'

He's in pain, I open the door and see him sweating on all over the shirt. I sit down, hold his hand in my palm, pat his head softly until he fully calm. I sit next to him for awhile, then walk out and continue my job.