Fifty Nine

Aiden’s POV *Slap!* I don’t mind the sting I felt on my face but Ashira’s slap also struck my heart with an intolerable pain. I was stunned and unable to move from where I stood, even my face won’t tilt back and my eyes has feared seeing her current expression. “You can’t fool me!” Even her voice has a hint of pain in it that my chest felt heavy and clenched. I tried talking to her about the truth again today. She has rested and slept outdoors last night and I let her be, trying not to distract her. I watched her sleep from far. I waited for her to wake up, asked someone to bring her some food. She ate. A little. But she was still dozing off and now she is crying. Mad, angered, lonely, and hurt. That is all I could smell from her. From her scent, I know she does not feel anything for me. “You are not my mate. My mate is dead! You killed him!” I hissed and tilted my head up as I screwed my eyes shut. I listened to her low, rough sobs and tried my best to keep my mouth shut. Truth is wha