---- His heavy breaths came slow and steady and I just stay still Thinking.

Aman such as him, so cold, fierce and untouchable to all woman out there, laid himself open in front of me.

His pain was palpable, those eyes of his were screaming to me how much broken he was behind.

that cold exterior.

The cracks in his armor were showing right now and I know why.

To him, I resembled his mate who rejected him.

My eyes...

It reminds him of me.

I steadied myself and taking in a deep breath, I wrap my arm around his huge heavy frame and tried to maneuver him to the bed.

It was a struggle, I was like an ant under the elephant in front of his huge Cret figure.

His was mostly unconscious but then I feel his hand wrapping around my waist for support.

I stop to stare at his hands, those strong corded ---- eee hands.

My body literally moaned at the contact and so did my wolf.

It has been missing him, his touch, his scent...

everything And watching him everyday yet not touching him was pure torture for it.

I should have spoken the words.

Official rejection would have snapped this bond between us But...

I didn't had it in me to make him suffer the pain of rejection.

And I guess this is what he wanted as we both silently parted ways without snapping the bond between us.

Rejections in mates is of two kinds.

One is where you say the words and snap the bond immediately.

It is said to be the most painful thing that could happen to a mate who gets rejected ---- And the other is slow withrawl You stop touching your mate, meeting them and gradually the bond weakens between you two.

Its a slow process.

It takes years.

It effects the rejected mate, but its not very severe.

We both chose the second I didn't...

I didn't wanted him to suffer because of it.

But it seems its not that easy.

He is struggling coping up with the rejection.noveldrama

And its always going to hurt him more because T rejected his wolf.

Irefused this bond.

I drop him on the silk sheets and take in a deep breath.

Sweat was tricking down my forehead and I was breathless.

Staring at his beautiful yet broken serene face, I open ---- eee = the comforter and lay it on top of him.

I knew I was responsible behind this broken state of his but....

T couldn't help it.

He will survive....

He will soon forget me.

Right? Not able to look at this strong fearless man laying here broken like this, made me look away.

I get up to leave when suddenly I feel a string grip on my wrist and the next thing I know I am tugged back.

My entire body crashes on top of him with a shriek.

I was going to scream at him when I look to realise he was still in his deep sleep Prin....cess.

My name left his lips and my heart betrayed me.

Slamming against my chest.

Tearing and protesting at my nickname leaving his lips.

I...

I missed this.

Him calling me Princess.

And it was all coming back right now.