Lost Feelings For My Mate

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my wolf talking to me. "You've healed completely, Hana. Good job with the breathing technique."

I smiled bitterly, my face against the pillow. This is the technique that Jordan taught me. It shouldn't have been shared with any member of a lower rank, but Jordan broke that rule for me. Since I go into battle with him a lot more times than any other beta, I needed to heal just as fast as him. The memories came rushing to me.

Suddenly, the door barged open with Jordan holding a piece of cake for me. I raised my eyebrow, looking at how he tried to plate it on a tray. He's done an awful job, everything is out of place.

"Here's your breakfast." He said nonchalantly. I didn't respond to him and sniffed the air around the tray.

"It's walnut?" I asked. He sat on the edge of the bed and nodded his head. His back was facing me. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I woke up hungry and THIS is what he gives me?

"Have you forgotten that I'm allergic to walnuts?" I ask him. His subtle fidgety movements froze. He looked over his shoulder and said, "Yeah. Forgot."

Sitting there in contemplating silence, I couldn't help but wonder how he grew into this new...person. Where was the man who was so caring and loving?

Wordlessly, I climbed out of the bed and took the plate from the tray. Heading to the dustbin in my room, I slid the walnut cake into it. When I turned around, Jordan had a look of shock and betrayal mixed as he stared at me in disbelief.

"...I could have eaten it." He said, his voice trying to sound nonchalant but the pain was evident. I didn't pay heed to him and borrowed the tray, walking out of my room to head downstairs. I entered the kitchen, fully expecting Jordan to follow me there and ask for food like he usually does. Instead, I heard a slam of the door. He's gone into his room. It bothered me how unfazed I was.

While munching on a sandwich I whipped up with whatever ingredients were at home, I heard the door upstairs open again. Jordan descends the staircase dressed in an amazing suit. I recognised the burgundy suit. The urge to ask where he was going was on my throat, ready to be spat. But I held myself firm to the ground.

Self-respect. That's what I was working on.

"I'm going to the office. I have work." His angry tone spoke. He wasn't even looking at me, and so was I.

"Did you hear me?" He asked to confirm. I just hummed in response. Out of nowhere, he flailed his arms up and asked, "Where's my lunch?"

"Since when did I start packing you lunch?" I asked because I never did! I've stopped packing him lunchbox on his request. He would have something from the Company's cafeteria. He requested it three months ago. Can you guess who's keeping him company? That's right. His little omega assistant.

"You're unbelievable. Thank god I never marked you in our five years of relationship. You've become unbearable. Do you realize that?" Jordan seethed, but I could sense that he was just trying to stir up an argument. Hence, I simply hummed again. Dusting my hands off of breadcrumbs, I put the plate in the sink and walked upstairs. He didn't try to stop me, all while staring at me with mixed emotions. Mostly, it was anger.

Before I could shut the door to my room, I heard him cuss and slam the main door close upon exiting. I sighed in relief.

Thank god that I didn't have to go to the office with him today. While I work under him, taking direct orders, I'm not exactly under him. My manager is a human, we work in a multi-species environment. It's a billion-dollar company established by Jordan's forefathers. To say that our pack was rich was an understatement.

"Bull crap." Cursing as well, I tuned into work mode and started working from home. In the evening, I shut the laptop close and yawned heavily.

"Oh...Maya. I'm so tired. I never want to do work from home ever again." I say out loud to Maya, my Beta wolf.

"Right. All I can hear is 'I'm glad I don't see them in the office acting all mushy'. That's why you didn't want to go to the office, wasn't it?" Maya caught me. As I giggled, we heard the main door of our mansion open. Several omegas and workers exited upon his arrival back home. Dinner was ready, made by the omega workers that day.

"Did you have lunch?" As I walked downstairs to grab a bowl of what smelled like taco-seasoned rice and meat bowl, I heard my mate ask. I didn't turn to him and said, "Sandwich."

"Again? You need to have something healthy and I don't know...fatty? You look so frail and lifeless. Is something bothering you?" He asked, faking concern. At that point, I wasn't sure if he was faking it or truly asking me out of worry.

"Why do you care?" My question took him aback. At once, he threw the office bag on the couch and flew over to me.

"What the hell is up with you!?" He shook me violently by my shoulders, yet, I refused to give him any reaction.

"Is it because of the fucking walnut cake? I'm sorry, okay!? I'm a forgetful man and you know that! It's been five fucking years, Hana! People tend to forget!"

Yet I don't forget the way he ties his shoes, the way he likes to comb his hair to the right, how he likes arranging the stash of money notes in a certain way that fits his pocket. It's the little things that mattered to us both. But now, I've lost all feelings.