Don’s Mate at the Gas Station

Chapter 3: egg hit

Vincenzo finally pulled out of me, his thick c**k sliding free from my ravaged p***y with a wet, obscene pop, c*m and my own slick gushing down my thighs in warm rivulets.

I slumped against the tree trunk, bark biting into my back, my body trembling as the haze of orgasm faded, leaving me raw and spent.

For a split second, I thought it was over—my breaths coming easier, the wolf inside me curling up in exhausted satisfaction, sanity flickering back like those distant hospital lights.

Vincenzo's shirtless chest heaved, sweat glistening on his tattoos, his pants and underwear tangled around his ankles, but he looked almost... sated, his dark eyes softening just a fraction as he stared down at me, naked and marked by him.

Then, a rustle in the underbrush shattered the moment.

A fat bastard lumbered out from the shadows, his beady eyes wild with thwarted lust, a gun clutched in his meaty fist.

He pressed the barrel hard against the back of Vincenzo's head, the click of the safety echoing like a death knell in the quiet woods.

“Move, I’m next kid! Get off her now!” he snarled, spit flying from his lips, his voice thick with rage and entitlement, like I was some prize he'd claimed first.

Vincenzo froze, his body tensing like a coiled spring, a low growl rumbling from his throat that vibrated through the air.

He didn't budge an inch, his c**k still half-hard and twitching, inches from my dripping folds, as if daring the intruder to pull the trigger.

My heart slammed against my ribs, fear spiking hot and sharp, but fury burned brighter—the only one who got to f**k me raw in these woods, right beside Mom's hospital where anyone could hear my screams, was Vincenzo.

Shirtless, pants down, dominating me even if it started as force.

My fated mate, the one whose piercings I'd felt branding my insides, whose bites still throbbed on my skin.

No greasy pig was taking that from us.

I didn't hesitate.

While Vincenzo held his ground, glaring daggers over his shoulder, I reached back between my legs, fingers slick with c*m as I gripped the metal egg he'd shoved into my ass earlier—cold, unyielding, still lodged deep from his brutal play.

It burned as I yanked it free, the stretch tearing a gasp from my throat, my hole clenching emptily around nothing now.

The egg was heavy in my palm, engraved with some weird rune that glinted in the moonlight, but I didn't care—I hurled it with all my strength, straight at the fat f**k's face.

It connected with a sickening thud, right against his temple, the impact cracking like a gunshot of its own.

He howled, staggering back, the gun clattering to the dirt as he clutched his head, blood trickling between his fingers.

Vincenzo moved like lightning then, spinning around and lunging, his fist slamming into the creep's jaw with a crunch that sent teeth flying.

The bastard crumpled, groaning, but Vincenzo wasn't done—he grabbed the gun, checked it with a practiced flick, then kicked the intruder's ribs hard enough to elicit a wheeze.

“Nobody touches what's mine,” Vincenzo spat, his voice a feral snarl, eyes flashing with that possessive fire as he turned back to me.

He stepped over the moaning heap, gun in one hand, and hauled me up by the waist, my legs wrapping around him instinctively, my n*****s scraping his chest.

His c**k nudged against my entrance again, still slick from us, and despite the chaos, my p***y clenched in anticipation, aching for him to fill the void.

The hospital loomed just beyond the trees, a beacon of normalcy I couldn't reach, but right now, with Vincenzo's arms like steel bands around me and the intruder's whimpers fading, all I wanted was more of him—rough, claiming, unyielding.

“Finish what you started,” I whispered, nails digging into his shoulders, my wolf urging me on.

He grinned, wicked and wild, and thrust back inside me in one brutal stroke, the gun discarded as he pinned me against the tree once more, f*****g me with renewed vengeance while the world blurred away.

Sliding out, I fell to the ground, and Vincenzo walked away to grab the gun and fire without hesitation.

The sound of the bullet jolted me awake, pulling me out of the haze that had almost dragged me into sleep after being with Vincenzo.

“What the f**k did you do?”

He looked back at me with a smile and answered just as I heard the hospital beginning to unlock from the outside, a clear sign that the danger had finally ended.

Sitting there for a while, Vincenzo looked at me as he wiped the gun clean against the dead man’s body.

I was exhausted.

Completely spent.

And I had too many questions crashing through my head all at once.

“How can you shoot someone without even flinching? You’re human, not a werewolf.”

He kept his eyes on the gun, not on me, checking around us to make sure we were still safe before he answered slowly,

“You obey me, not the other way around. Or haven’t I already proven that to you, little wolf?”

His arrogance was starting to get under my skin, but I could barely even sit up properly.

When I looked down, I saw just how much of a mess he had left me in, and the sight made heat and humiliation crawl through me all over again.

There was no one around us.

We were alone in the woods beside the hospital.

That fact should have made me feel relieved.

Instead, it only made everything feel stranger.

More exposed.

More real.

Trying to focus on something else, anything else, I reached for the link to my mother.

‘Mom, are you still asleep?’

I waited.

And just as I was starting to drift, her answer finally came back—softer, more cheerful than I had expected.

‘I just woke up, dear. If you want to come and have a small chat, I’m here. I know you’ve met your mate and that you’ll be leaving soon. I just want to be with you for a little while before you go.’

The moment I heard her voice crack, I knew she was still emotional.

Still fragile.

Still hurting.

And that hit me harder than I wanted it to.

Because no matter what happened, no matter how difficult I could be, no matter how many problems I caused just by being myself—

I was still her baby girl.

And I knew how deeply she loved me.

“Your mother is awake. Go say your goodbyes, because you might never come back home—and if you do, it will be for the funeral of the Lycan family.”

The words ripped through me so violently that my eyes flew open.

For a second, I couldn’t breathe.

Cold terror spread through my chest so fast it felt like something alive, something crawling beneath my skin and tightening around my ribs.

I had never told Vincenzo anything about Mireddys.

Nothing.

Not enough for this.

Not enough for him to know anything about my family, my pack, or what was happening around us.

And yet he spoke as if he knew it all.

As if he had always known.

As if he had a right to know.

A right to decide.

A right to stand there, covered in calm cruelty, and tell me to say my goodbyes like my entire world was already halfway in the grave.

Fear hit me harder than anger.

Because this was no longer just about him being strange or controlling or impossible to understand.

This was worse.

So much worse.

How did my human exchange student know all of this?

And why was he speaking like he wasn’t just aware of it—

But entitled to every single piece of it?