His eyes narrowed at me, he walked closer, every step he took was like a storm coming.
'Am I wrong? Maybe I'm the one wanting him to feel something for me and I only put that expectation on him. I believe he really sees me as a pet, there is no need to be dramatic about it.' I took a deep breath.
As much as it hurts it is better to accept reality. "Master… congratulations on getting a mate." I tried to accept my reality… but that doesn't mean I'll stay here to watch it.
He growled ferociously, his hand grabbed my shoulders, making me tense and still. His eyes were grey.
"Don't you ever congratulate me on such a thing." He growled.
I looked at him, trying to blink away the tears fighting their way out of my eyes. I've never been scared like this in my life. Why was he so angry at me while I was only trying to congratulate him?
His narrowed and angry eyes widened in surprise. "Don't cry." His thumb brushed away my tears.
'He is bipolar too.'
