Sloan’s POV

Ever Green Pack

What is going on here? Why is Dawson fighting? He looks exhausted and he was on top of this one man. Then the guy gets out of Dawson’s hold and is now hurting my mate. He has my mate pinned down now, and I can’t allow him to be hurt any further. I hold my hand out and toss the man on top of Dawson off him and run to Dawson’s side. He has injuries and has some b***d on him, just like the other man. I had to ask around to find out where Dawson had gone. I was shocked when I got here as saw about 35 people watching them fight. Why was no one stopping them? They were both getting hurt, and it was brutal to watch. I dropped down on my knees to check Dawson out and see where he was hurt.

Dawson makes a sound like a sob and pulls me down onto him. Was he hurt badly? I don’t mind the sweat as it just increased his scent, and his scent is intoxicating to me. Dawson buries his nose into my neck at my marking spot and takes a deep breath. He let me go after a minute and is now looking at me like he wants to ask me a question. I want to ask him what the heck he thinks he is doing fighting like this. Why? My heart was in my throat when I got in here and finally got past the people in the room to get close enough to see what was going on. I wanted to run and go get him a doctor because I was worried to death for him. He was behaving recklessly, and I need him to never do this again. The man he was fighting was a lot older than him but clearly was an excellent fighter.

“Dawson, why are you fighting, you scared me to death when I got here and saw you. Where are you hurt? Do you need a doctor?” I asked the questions rapid fire, one after the other I need to get him checked out. I am almost sick with worry about him. I see him touch his upper left pectoral muscle.

“Is that where you are hurt, Dawson? Can someone please call the pack doctor? He is hurt” I called out frantically.

Another reason we should be marked and mated, but after speaking to the therapist, I may be projecting my worries and letting them manifest as reality. When it isn’t. It seemed so real to me that I can’t deal with this going forward. I will have to speak to Dawson as soon as possible. The fear is eating me alive, and I needed to know the answer, one way or the other. I am frantic with worry and Dawson is staring at me like he wants to ask something but is afraid to do it. I can understand. I am scared to ask my question as well.

“I am not physically hurt, Sloan. You hurt my heart. You left and didn’t tell me where you were going. Vincent told me that you were coming, and then you didn’t. It is like you wanted me to worry. If you have a problem, why wouldn’t you come to me? I am your mate, if it is between us, why wouldn’t I want to fix it? Why do others know of a problem between us before I did? Everything was fine last night, and then this morning they aren’t. What happened to make you just walk off and leave me like that?” Dawson asks me, and I can hear the pain in his voice. He is really upset, and we do need to talk, but I had been upset too. I didn’t know, and I still don’t if his master plan was to just see what his pack felt about me before he committed himself to me. I guess we are doing this now. I don’t want to wait any more time that I have to hear what the verdict will be.

Dawson gets up and it is like he just realized that there are about 35 people in here watching the fight between him and the other guy that he was fighting. They are now watching the show we are putting on, and I just can’t do it. I remember how embarrassed I was for Peyton when it happened to her with Stephanie. Although it isn’t another woman between us, I just can’t let everyone know what my issue is. If I am wrong, I am going to look like an i***t who worried for no reason, but the weight will be lifted off of me. If I am correct, how embarrassing would that be? I would have to have my family transport me out of here because I won’t be able to handle that shame of it. I feel tears filling my eyes as I turn to leave the training facility. I heard Dawson following along behind me as I exited. But it didn’t really matter I was on the way to our room. I can wait on him if needed in our room, but I need to get out of the line of sight of everyone present.

I pick up my speed because I know that it is just a matter of time before the tears escape, and I try to never let people see me cry. They can hurt me, both physically and emotionally, but I will never allow them to see how badly they got to me by allowing my tears to fall. They will know exactly how to hurt me the next time, and I can’t allow that. It would make my torment so much easier to do if they know exactly how to get to me. I don’t want anyone to know what would hurt me the most. I learned that lesson the hard way, and I learned it very well. Right now, the main person who could hurt me is Dawson. I care for him so much, that I will be glad to disappear, quite literally, to make sure he never finds out how much he hurt me if he tells me that he needs his pack to accept me before he marks me. That would cut me to the core, and I might never recover from it. I want him to want me, because I am his mate, and because he loves me. Not because I am his mate, and his pack is fine with me being a witch.

I start walking even faster now, and I am at a slow run, as I realize that I won’t be able to make it to the packhouse. I need to find a way to get away from him for a minute, just to collect myself. I can hear Dawson speeding up too and I needed to tell him to give me a moment. I can’t face him right now, so I called over my shoulder, “Give me a just few minutes OK, Dawson. I will be right back” and I turn to head into the forest. It wraps around the training area, and Dawson has told me that they also use it to test people trying to join the elite team. I could care less about that right now, I just need to get my emotions in check. I can’t even focus to help myself now. I think I just need to find a tree with some low-hanging branches on it, and just climb up a little way just to give me time to calm down.

The only sound I can hear is my heartbeat pounding and a little sob releasing from my throat where I had forced it down. It will not be kept at bay now, and the tears will not be held back either. I reach up to start pulling myself up and away from where someone might see me when I feel arms slide around me and refuse to let me go. I already know from the scent that it is Dawson, and I can’t speak now, or he will know that I am crying. I stand there with Dawson lowering his head to sniff my neck and then turning me gently around. He sees my tears and his eyes instantly soften, he grabs my face searches my eyes, and asked, “What is wrong, baby? What is bothering you? Whatever it is, I can fix it, I promise you.”

“But what if you can’t?” I sobbed out, with tears running down my face.

“I can fix it baby, whatever it is. I can fix it” Dawson tells me earnestly. He is looking at me seriously as his gaze is fixed on my eyes. He seems like he really wants to help me fix this, but I don’t want to make him accept me if it will cause problems in his pack. This makes me cry harder, and I can’t speak. We all saw how Percy’s and Peyton’s relationship started off. That was horribly embarrassing, yet they are both marked, and will probably be mated any day now. Dawson and I have not had any issues at all, no bumpy start at all and yet, he didn’t mark me. I will be forever grateful to him for rescuing me, but I feel like I already know what his answer will be. I can’t even get the words to come out of my mouth to ask him. I am truly scared of what his answer will be.

Dawson pulls me against his chest and just holds me as I cried my eyes out. The tears just kept falling, but I was getting little comfort from him holding me. It feels like this is the last time that we will be together like this, and that thought was honestly breaking my heart. I cried for what felt like forever, and my eyes are now burning. I already know that I look a complete mess, and I need a tissue. I can’t look Dawson in his eyes anymore. I know if I am looking at him and his eyes give me the answer I think is coming, I would need to disappear right then. I don’t know if I can even ask him the question without Beth or Vincent present. He may not want me to leave him, he may want to just work the bond to keep me around to strengthen him, and B***d Rose pack. I will just have to keep my mouth closed, and just let the conversation occur when I have one of them near enough to me to take me away before I end up completely shamed in front of everyone.

Dawson puts his hands on my cheeks and my jaw and gently tips my head back for me to look him in the eye. I looked away over his right shoulder, and he sighs in frustration. “Sloan, things have been too perfect for us, what happened? Why are you so upset? I can’t think of a single thing that I have done to upset you so much. I have tried to be so patient with you, waiting until you were ready to proceed with our relationship, and you are hurting me. I love you, and I want you, why are you giving me the cold shoulder? All I want is to make you happy, and you were, and now you are not. What is going on? Please tell me, I can’t fix it if I don’t know what is bothering you, baby.”

I feel bad that he is so upset. I never meant for him to hurt over this. I just need to know where I honestly stand. I guess I will need to just pull the band-aid off and deal with the potential negative outcome when and if it comes. I looked him in the eyes and blurted out, “Are you waiting on seeing if your pack members at B***d Rose will accept me? Will you be getting rid of me if they don’t accept me, Dawson? Is that why you haven’t marked or mated me yet? I am not disposable, and I have value. I want you to be honest and tell me. I will not just be there to make you stronger, you need to either accept me or reject me. I can’t live like this. I love you so much Dawson, and you are breaking my heart. I have been ready for over a week. I just wanted to be your mate, and we aren’t even bound enough for me to be able to find you when we are separated.”

Dawson’s eyes got bigger and bigger at my statements and I just kept shooting off my mouth. He is shocked and then he started to get angry, and then happy at what I told him. As soon as I stopped talking, he said, “I want you, and only you, Sloan. I would have marked you, but you never gave me the go-ahead to do it. I was trying to wait for you to be ready, and not rush you. I didn’t want to force you into accepting me, so I was waiting patiently for you to tell me that you were ready. You never did, and I figured I would just give you more time, and us sleeping in the same room helped. I knew you had it bad at Golden Moon, and I was trying to be patient. I would mark you right now if you want me to. You are mine, I will not be letting you go, ever. You are my Luna, Sloan. No one else will do for me. I could care less what the pack would think. I love you, and they are going to love you. Maybe a few holdout girls won’t, but I don’t base my opinion on what others’ opinions are, I base them on my own thoughts and feelings. The Moon Goddess gave you to me, and I want you. Why in the hell would you think that I wouldn’t? Why would you doubt my feelings for you? I love you, that hasn’t changed at all.”

“You never showed any interest in marking me, Dawson. Percy and Peyton have had several setbacks, and even some very public problems. Yet he managed to mark her, and she him. Even with all the problems and issues, they were dealing with, they still got it done. I have been ready, I was just waiting on you to give me the signal that you wanted to mark me. I already know that you don’t want me. I am just a hybrid freak, you probably don’t want to end up with a hybrid for a pup” I told him, blushing as I was being so bold as to raise my voice to tell him, but I needed him to understand how upset that I really was.

“Here is your signal, I want to mark you. Right now, here in the forest, are you ready? I only want pups with you. If they are full wolves great, and if they are hybrids, even better, as long as they are our pups, I will love them regardless” Dawson asked me, and I literally gasped at what he said. Tears fill my eyes again, and I nod my head in agreement. I feel Dawson’s hand on my shirt, and it is tight to my neck, so he started unbuttoning it, and as more skin became exposed, I blushed and looked up at him through my eyelashes, and he was smirking at me. Dawson pushed my shirt over and I felt the pain as his teeth pierced my skin before it was followed by a wave of pleasure. I m**n out my approval to him, and he growled low in his throat, as he sealed the mark and calmed the pain down for me. Dawson takes his shirt off and leans down for me to mark him now too, and I cannot wait to sink my teeth in and mark him as mine, for the whole world to see.

I give a little growl as my teeth break his skin marking him as mine and then I mend the puncture by licking it until the b***d stopped. I could feel his thoughts and emotions now, and he is so happy. I gave a sob of happiness. He does want me, and I feel relief wash over me. I probably would have fallen down, if he hadn’t caught me. I cry happy tears now, and Dawson brushed them off my face and said, “No more tears baby. You are mine now, and I want to go finish what you finally allowed me to start.” Dawson then picked me up and headed to the packhouse with me over his shoulder, and a huge smile on my face. I wanted to be fully marked and mated before we went to B***d Rose, and it looks like I will be given my wish. I cannot wait to get my hands on my mate.

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