Rejected Mate's Redemption (Freda and James)

Mates 124

Chapter 124 Chapter 124 FREDA WHITLOCK I stumbled in the direction of my car. It was the only car parked in the parking lot. “You’re drunk,” said to no one in particular. D**n, I was drunk. Cole and I had gone for a drink and in a bid to forget my predicament and get the picture of Kaiden’s sad face out of my mind, I had taken too many drinks. It would only be a matter of time before the effects of the alcohol wore off since I was a wolf. It had been thirty minutes and I was still babbling nonsense from being so drunk. I unlocked the car and I heard someone’s footsteps. The person was running and they were most likely coming towards me. I blinked, trying to keep my eyes open, and then turned around to look at who it was. I was surprised to see Kaiden standing there. “H-hey,” he said nervously. I could see the anxiety in his body language and I immediately felt sorry for him. Consuming this much alcohol had been a **n waste because I had not been able to get him off my mind. I had failed miserably. I had left Cole passed out at the bar stand, and I had stumbled out of the car because I knew Lyra would be worried, and I was too damn drunk to call or text her. I wanted to see my dad. Maybe seeing him would help clear my head of all my problems and give me peace. Peace was all I wanted. Was that too much to ask? 0.00% 12:52 Chafter 194 11 288 **** “I thought you wouldn’t come back,” he said in a small voice and I immediately melted. Tears filled my eyes and my lips wobbled as I failed miserably to stop the tears from coming. He saw the first one fall down my cheeks and from being five feet away from me, he was right in front of me, cradling my face in his hand. “Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked, angling my face to look at him. The concern in his

eyes broke me down more. I wanted to lean into his touch. I wanted so badly to accept the comfort he was offering me. I wanted to allow myself to be happy. I wanted to fight against my conscience and better judgment so I could let him hold me. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. And that made me cry as I stepped away from him. “D-don’t touch me,” I cried, grabbing the handle of my car and pulling it open with force. I wanted to get into the car and get away from him as quickly as possible. I stumbled as soon as the door came open, and I braced myself for the impact of hitting the floor. It never came. The only thing that came around me was warm arms. A pair of them. They were warm and comforting, exactly what I needed. But I was not going to let myself have it. “Are you drunk? Oh goddess, you’re drunk,” he said, raising me so that I was standing upright. “No,” I said, wiping my eyes and stepping out of his hold. I climbed into the driver’s seat… Well, I attempted. “Are you crazy? You’re trying to drive like this?” He questioned, grabbing me again. My wolf purred at the protectiveness of the grip he had on me. He was keeping us away from danger, from the danger of ourselves. The danger that emotional and me**al 30.47% L 12:52) [1] Chapter 124 torture were causing us. “I can,” I protested, wiping my eyes. “Go away, it hurts,” I started to s**b again. I was a mess. A complete mess. I wanted to hate him. In fact, I hated him. It was his fault. It was all his fault. He did this to me. “Stop acting like you care! You won’t care if I crash and die!” I turned around swiftly and accused him. I turned around too swiftly. My balance that was already shaky from the effects of the alcohol tilted to the side and I started to fall again. F**king goddess. This was all her fault.

He caught me again and I’m could not help the embarrassment that flowed through me like a river. I was a crying, drunk mess in front of him. As though that was not horrible enough, I saw the pain in his eyes. He knew. He knew that he had done this to me and there was not a way to remedy it. “Come on,” he whispered and lifted me into his arms bridal style. He carried me around the car to the front passenger seat and then buckled me in. I let out a sigh and tried to comport myself in the seconds it took him to walk back round to the driver’s side. He wordlessly got in and shut the door. There was silence before he let out a sigh and turned to look at me. “Freda–” he called but I turned away, angling my body towards the door. He took the hint and went silent. He started the car and drove ouContent is property © NôvelDrama.Org.