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Suddenly there was a loud bang and my door was swinging open. I yelped and watched as Clayton strolled in.

"What the hell? You fucking broke my door!" I yelled looking at the splintered wood. Luckily it was still mostly intact. My mate looked at me with a frown.

"I told you to let me in." He said casually and closed my door even though it was still messed up.

"I don't want you in here." I spat and I felt tears in my eyes. Why was I crying?!

"Oh but you need me too love. Look at you, you're crying. Let me make it better." Clayton said sitting on the edge of my bed and reaching over to me. His hand touched my arm and I wrenched myself away from him.

"Don't touch me!" I spat and my mate looked at me with shocked eyes. The look faded almost instantly and he climbed on top of me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I moaned at the tingles and I felt Clayton's muscular body on my back as he laid on me.

"Clayton get off! You're heavy!" I groaned and quick as a flash my mate rolled so that I was on top of him then he turned me so that we were chest to chest. I moaned as he gripped my hips and he smirked. He pressed me closer and kissed my neck. I gasped as his soft lips trailed along my skin.

"I can make all your worries disappear. You can't deny that you want me." Clayton breathed in my ear then softly bit my earlobe. I felt my heart drumming in my chest as he aggressively kissed my neck and shoulders but he never moved to my face.

"Clayton." I gasped and he groaned and straddled my legs on him once again. Heat creeped up my neck and to my cheeks as I felt a bulge between my legs. I moaned as sparks ran through me and my hormones spiked once again. Clayton growled and flipped us over so that he was on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. I tried not to moan as he began to grind against me. He chuckled and pressed harder against me and let out a low moan.

"Mine." Clayton growled as he kissed my neck and slipped his hands under my shirt. His touch sent thrills through me and I sighed.

"You like that?" He said lifting up my shirt some and kissing my stomach.

"S-stop." I managed to get out and Clayton chuckled. I pushed the longing out of me and let my annoyance and anger take over.

"I said stop!" I yelled and balled up my fist and punched him in the side of his head. He groaned and rolled off me. He held the side of his head.

"Bitch. Why the hell did that hurt so much?" He said with a growl and tenderly felt where I punched him.

"Serves you right." I spat sitting up and he glared at me and snarled showing sharp fangs. Fear ran through me and I looked away from him.

" Aww did I scare you?" He mocked and I fixed him with a glare. He met my gaze and blinked in boredom. Then he smirked.

"What's so funny?" I gritted out in irritation. My mate chuckled and his fangs disappeared back to wherever they came from.

"You. I've never seen you mad... It's cute." Clayton chuckled and I huffed. He studied my face a little more and added, "And a little creepy." He shook his head then grunted and touched the place I hit. I smiled in triumph.

"I just realized something." Clayton said out of nowhere and I looked at hm expectingly. He gave me a long look then frowned and said, "It hurt so bad because you're my mate." He snorted and grumbled to himself afterwards.

"Good." I stated softly with a smile.

"What's so good about that?" My mate said dumbly.

"That means I can hurt you as much as you hurt me. You're so stupid you know that? You keep using sexual frustration as your leverage point but I don't want that. I don't want you if that's how you going to act." I said sharply and I saw a flash of pain come to my mate's features. For a split second he looked broken. In an instant he was back to his cocky self, he scoffed and rolled his eyes but looked away from me and I saw his jaw ticking.

"I'm sorry... But I'm how I am for a reason. I don't mean to hurt you honestly..." Clayton said in a soft voice that shocked me. The growls in his throat were gone and the only thing left was the whisper of a broken man. He still didn't make eye contact with me but then he growled and snarled, "Whatever I don't know why I'm telling you this anyway. You aren't going to change me. No one is."

He finally looked at me and his eyes carried anger. He stood and looked around the room and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Get your things packed." He growled and left my room. As he left he slammed the door and it-being already broken from earlier-broke fully from its hinges and fell to the ground.

"We're leaving in the morning." I heard him snarl and I felt tears brim my eyes.

What was wrong with him? I sighed and stood up hesitantly. I grabbed the duffle bag from under my bed and sat it next to me. Downstairs I could hear Clayton arguing with everyone until finally he yelled so loud they all went quiet... That's my mate.

So should Katlyn go with Clayton?

I might update again later :

"Katlyn! It's time to go!" Clayton's voice rang out and I jumped awake. I groaned and looked at my stuffed duffle bag. I didn't want to leave. I slumped out of bed and crept to my bathroom. I'd left some clothes in there last night to change.

I did my business and slipped into some blue jean shorts and a black top. I tried to calm my beating heart as I went down the stairs. My parents were in the kitchen talking and Dalton was sitting on the couch, he'd stayed over night. Clayton leaned against the wall by the door and nodded to me as I made it to the bottom of the stairs.

Dalton smiled softly at me and my parents rushed over.

"You don't have to go." My mother said quickly and Clayton growled. He pushed off the wall and stalked over. He still only had boxers on and I felt my face heat up slightly at his body. My parents engulfed me in a hug and Clayton snorted.

"Actually she does." My mate said with a growl and my dad pulled away and glared at him. He opened his mouth to speak but Clayton got there before him.