me Erica are my family of which you aren’t a
part.”
“ We’re mates, there is no closer family than that Erica,” he
snarled deliberately calling her by name.
“ You think you know about my family, well you don’t! You know
nothing about us so don’t try to act as though you do.”
“ I will admit that I don’t know as much about you as I probably
should do as your mate, but that isn’t due to lack of trying. I’m
doing my best to get to know you but you refuse to talk to me, so
how am I meant to know about your family?”
“ You want me to talk about my family?” Her voice was harsh, but
that didn’t deter Sebastian from nodding his head in agreement.
“Fine if you want to know so badly then I’ll tell you.” Her
shoulders slumped as she began her tale. “I love my family more
than anything in the world, I don’t know what I’d do without them.
But you might have noticed that we’re pathetically small for a
family of werewolves. Dylan, Wyatt and I are all that’s left of our
family.” He nodded again. Erica's family of three was almost
unheard of considering their immortality. “I don’t know why but the
hunters seem to have a personal vendetta against us. They killed
all of my grandparents, the one aunt I had, both my uncles and then
finally they came for my mother.” Tears began to fill her eyes and
she sobbed as unwelcome memories flooded her thoughts. “The twins
couldn’t have been more than a year or two old, I’d just reached
maturity and they took her from us. If that wasn’t bad enough my
father, my father…” She hiccupped, before turning her tear filled
gaze on Sebastian.
The sight of her tears affected him deeply, almost as though
it were a physical injury, each one feeling like a knife to the
heart. He pulled her close and she continued, crying into his
chest. “I thought he loved us. I really did. But your wonderful
instinct took him from us. After mom died, he withdrew from the
world, he didn’t care about anything or anyone and that included
his family. Dylan and Wyatt were just babies but he couldn’t even
try to be strong for their sakes. No, instead he took the easy way
out and walked right into the hunter’s waiting arms. He probably
didn’t even try to fight back; he just let them kill him. He left
us orphans.” She pulled away from him, tears streaking down her
face. “If you want someone who listens and believes in the instinct
then you’ve come to the wrong place. I want nothing to do with it
or you.”
“ Erica, I’m sorry for what happened to you.” Though he had
heard about the tragedy that had befallen his mate, her version of
events moved him and he felt new protective instincts rushing to
the front of his mind.
“ I don’t need your pity,” she snapped, rubbing her cheeks as
she sought to remove the evidence of her moment of
weakness.
“ This isn’t pity. It’s care. I’m your mate and I care about
you. All I want is to see to your happiness. Is that so wrong?
Mates care and protect each other, that’s all I’m trying to do
sweetheart.”
“ Being mated is what took my father from me. I don’t want to
hear about being mates from anyone. All I want is to be left alone
with my family, is that so much to ask?” She demanded.
Frustration crept up alongside his newfound desire to protect
and he moved forward, gripping her shoulders firmly within his
grasp to ensure she couldn’t escape him. “Being mated is also what
brought your mother and father together. Being mated is the reason
that you and your siblings are here now. Can you honestly tell me
that they weren’t happy when they were alive?”
The sad memories of her parent’s death were replaced by the
laughter and love that filled her home when they were alive. They were more than happy, she conceded in her head, though she was unwilling to admit
such thoughts aloud. “That isn’t the point.”
“ Then what is Erica? Being mated brings so much joy to our
lives. How can
part.”
“ We’re mates, there is no closer family than that Erica,” he
snarled deliberately calling her by name.
“ You think you know about my family, well you don’t! You know
nothing about us so don’t try to act as though you do.”
“ I will admit that I don’t know as much about you as I probably
should do as your mate, but that isn’t due to lack of trying. I’m
doing my best to get to know you but you refuse to talk to me, so
how am I meant to know about your family?”
“ You want me to talk about my family?” Her voice was harsh, but
that didn’t deter Sebastian from nodding his head in agreement.
“Fine if you want to know so badly then I’ll tell you.” Her
shoulders slumped as she began her tale. “I love my family more
than anything in the world, I don’t know what I’d do without them.
But you might have noticed that we’re pathetically small for a
family of werewolves. Dylan, Wyatt and I are all that’s left of our
family.” He nodded again. Erica's family of three was almost
unheard of considering their immortality. “I don’t know why but the
hunters seem to have a personal vendetta against us. They killed
all of my grandparents, the one aunt I had, both my uncles and then
finally they came for my mother.” Tears began to fill her eyes and
she sobbed as unwelcome memories flooded her thoughts. “The twins
couldn’t have been more than a year or two old, I’d just reached
maturity and they took her from us. If that wasn’t bad enough my
father, my father…” She hiccupped, before turning her tear filled
gaze on Sebastian.
The sight of her tears affected him deeply, almost as though
it were a physical injury, each one feeling like a knife to the
heart. He pulled her close and she continued, crying into his
chest. “I thought he loved us. I really did. But your wonderful
instinct took him from us. After mom died, he withdrew from the
world, he didn’t care about anything or anyone and that included
his family. Dylan and Wyatt were just babies but he couldn’t even
try to be strong for their sakes. No, instead he took the easy way
out and walked right into the hunter’s waiting arms. He probably
didn’t even try to fight back; he just let them kill him. He left
us orphans.” She pulled away from him, tears streaking down her
face. “If you want someone who listens and believes in the instinct
then you’ve come to the wrong place. I want nothing to do with it
or you.”
“ Erica, I’m sorry for what happened to you.” Though he had
heard about the tragedy that had befallen his mate, her version of
events moved him and he felt new protective instincts rushing to
the front of his mind.
“ I don’t need your pity,” she snapped, rubbing her cheeks as
she sought to remove the evidence of her moment of
weakness.
“ This isn’t pity. It’s care. I’m your mate and I care about
you. All I want is to see to your happiness. Is that so wrong?
Mates care and protect each other, that’s all I’m trying to do
sweetheart.”
“ Being mated is what took my father from me. I don’t want to
hear about being mates from anyone. All I want is to be left alone
with my family, is that so much to ask?” She demanded.
Frustration crept up alongside his newfound desire to protect
and he moved forward, gripping her shoulders firmly within his
grasp to ensure she couldn’t escape him. “Being mated is also what
brought your mother and father together. Being mated is the reason
that you and your siblings are here now. Can you honestly tell me
that they weren’t happy when they were alive?”
The sad memories of her parent’s death were replaced by the
laughter and love that filled her home when they were alive. They were more than happy, she conceded in her head, though she was unwilling to admit
such thoughts aloud. “That isn’t the point.”
“ Then what is Erica? Being mated brings so much joy to our
lives. How can
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