I Didn't Know I'm a Rogue

Coming Home

That said, I was still beyond angry and hurt.

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"We need to talk."

My wolf yipped with joy, and I scowled as I swiveled around in my desk chair. Bo was standing behind me in my room, a look of determination on his face. "I'm not leaving this time."

"You have two minutes," I said, and I crossed my arms across my chest.

"Look, I'm really sorry I lied to you. I just thought that if I threw the fact that we were mates, let alone the concept of mates, that you would get freaked out and leave."

"That sounds really stupid," I commented.

"I know, and I wish I could go back and take back what I did," he said, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "I messed up big time and I know that, but I can't erase what I did."

"No, you can't." Bo's excuse sounded so ridiculous to me. He explained himself and then just looked at me like he expected me to jump into his arms and kiss him. No, I was way too pissed off for that.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Am I forgiven?"

I looked at him in disbelief. "Are you serious right now?" Bo frowned, and I let out an exasperated sigh. "Look, you really hurt me. You lied about something to my face, and that something was kind of really important. Now, you just come in here, give me some stupid excuse, and expect me to forgive you? Just like that?"

"What are you saying?" he asked slowly.

"I'm saying," I said, my voice slightly shaky, "That I don't want to be with you right now. I don't know a lot about mates, but from what I can tell, you're supposed to care about your mate. If you had cared, you would've told me the truth from the start."

"Are you rejecting me as your mate?" Bo asked, his voice rising.

"I don't know!" I yelled, throwing my hands up into the air. The way he sounded when he had mentioned rejecting him as my mate made me think there was more to the word than rejecting someone for a date or something. "All I know is that I really don't want to be near you right now. I'm pissed off and hurt, and it's your fault."

"Tyler, ple-"

I interrupted him. "Your two minutes are up." Bo stared at me, looking a little angry himself, before he turned and stormed out of my room.

I'd had enough of this; my head was telling me to keep being angry at him, but my heart was telling me to forgive him and give him a second chance. I didn't know which one to listen to. I needed to go somewhere where I could just think.

Home.

By home, I didn't mean the pack house. I meant the home I had grown up in with my parents. The last time I had been there was when I had been captured and my parents murdered. Despite the terrible memories there, it was the first place that came to mind. As soon as the idea popped into my head, I was determined to make it a reality.

I hurried out my room and down to the study on the first floor of the pack house. There were a couple computers, and I quickly logged onto the internet. I went to Google maps and typed my old address into the destination slot. Then, I clicked current location for the starting point slot.

The dinosaur computer took a couple minutes before loading a list of directions. I scrolled down to find the total travel time was a little over two hours. I printed the directions and hurried to Stark's office. I knocked on the door and waited a moment before he called for me to enter.