POV: Callum White

I stared at the place she had pushed me sending me flying halfway across the room. The skin was already red. She had infused too much energy behind the push.

Was that really how much she didn't want us to fuck? What was wrong with it? Everyone was fucking so why couldn't we?

"Emma-"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bruise you."

"Emma-" I tried again.

"I'm just. You know how it is with me."

"Emma-"

"I like being with you but we can't cross that bridge. We just can't."

I sighed. "Emma I was going to ask you to pass my shirt," I said pointing at her side where my shirt was in a crumpled mess.

"Oh." she grabbed it and tossed it at me.

I pulled my trousers up and tightened my belt then I was about to put on my shirt when my eyes fell on her naked torso and stayed. She had the most beautiful body in the world whether I liked to admit it or not. She was the most sensual creature alive and I was supposed to be mad at her so I had no idea why I was having such foolish thoughts about her.

I left the shirt hanging on my shoulder and moved closer to the bed staring at her thick breasts. They were so round and full it was hard to believe they were real. She saw the look on my face and knew what I wanted to do. It was as obvious as the Sun rising.

"Get dressed, Callum ," she said moving off the bed with her clothes in her hands.

Wow! What a nice way to turn me down, I thought as I let it move through me. She would drive me crazy if I wasn't careful. The scary part was that I knew I didn't want to be careful.

I got my shirt on and turned around to see she was already dressed and heading for the door. I moved surprisingly fast for my big figure and blocked her path.

"Where are you off to so fast? You just got here, remember?"

She sighed. Her big black eyes were so beautiful that looking at them made my mouth dry. Her white braids gave her an angelic look along with her natural freckled cuteness. I resisted the urge to grab her and wrap my arms around her ass.

"I need to go. It's urgent." She said looking up at me.

She wasn't short but then I was incredibly tall for the average person to speak to me without looking up even a little.

"Where?" I said rubbing the sharp stubbles on my jaw.

"None of your fucking business," she said with an edge I couldn't miss even if I wanted to.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really. You aren't my boyfriend.

This, this is just physical."

I swallowed hard. what hurt about what she had just said was that she was right. The one condition to what we had together was that we would keep it purely physical with no feelings and there would be no sex involved. I had agreed to all this back then without thinking too much about its implication. I wanted to feel her so badly that I was willing to accept anything she could give even if it was just hugging twice times a day.

"I know that goddamnit!" I said through gritted teeth. I bit away the rage that was about to take a hold of me. My hand patted my dark hair which stuck to my scalp easily.

That was a lie. I didn't know because I had somehow grown attached to her. She was in my system evading my senses and all my defences. The only thing I knew was her body. The only I wanted was her body against mine with her scent moving into my nostrils as much as possible.

"You don't. It's written all over your face, Callum ." She sighed.

"You have that stupid look that tells me you're smitten."

"No, I'm not." I objected.

Of course, I was fucking smitten. I had been thinking about our life together and the family we would start someday. That had been all I had been thinking about for the past weeks. It had been the easiest thing in the world to do for me to create a family in my head with little adorable children running around that resembled her in every detail. The snow-white hair down to the sassy overbearing nature.

"Callum , I can't do this anymore. It ends today."

"Emma, please," I said not recognizing my voice.

My heart was thudding so violently that I thought somehow she would be able to hear it and know the extent of my fear of losing her if she used her abilities. Even her human senses might be enough to pick it up. Something tight caught up in my throat and the pressure choked me.

"Just get out of my way." She said pushing past me.

I stepped away for her to pass and she left without hesitating. The door slammed hard and somehow it made me remember it was her birthday which made me curse. She would be eighteen and old enough to know who her mate was. I knew who my mate was and it wasn't Emma. I had been allowed to put love on hold while I focused on fighting and being the warrior everyone loved and my mate was somewhere waiting patiently till I was ready to answer the unresistible call of love...

Emma wasn't mine but somehow I hoped it would be revealed that I was her mate.