A Wave of Guilt

The lonely bedroom

Astrid's POV

I laid quietly on the bed, while my eyes stuck in the ceiling. I didn't know what I found so fascinating about that empty ceiling or was it my mind that kept me so occupied. I felt numb, suffocated and little part of me felt immense guilt. Guilt was hurting my mate, guilt that now she would hate me, loath me for what I did.

I could beg for forgiveness, but that would be a back stab to my people. She chose to betray us, why am I feeling the guilt for punish a betrayer. Just because the betrayer was my mate?

I chuckled at the thought. It was life that played with me more than my mate did. How would it feel to hurt your mate? When you feel each and every stab your mate gets in your body and you know your hearts beating to the point it would come out of your chest any second, how does that feel?

Every stinging pain that surged through her body, was wave of current for me. That was my punishment too. But not being able to do anything about it was also a p