The New Guy

Fated

“Marked, what does that mean?” Mel said in a worried tone.

“It’s a werewolf thing” Lukah seemed to be about as in shock and confused as Mel right now. “It’s something that can’t be controlled, when werewolf’s are marked together that means that they have found their mate.”

It was starting to make a lot more sense to Mel even through the whirlwind of self discovery over the last day, at least as to why she seemed so attracted to him despite his stalker-ish approach to finding her. She knew she was safe with him instantly. She was immediately brought in by his alluring smell, and she is very affected to him, he is stunning and well built. Mel couldn’t help but wonder if this is why last night her relationship with Tyler suddenly felt different? On no Tyler, what about Tyler? The man she has loved for 4 years and who has been her best friend forever, she could never intentionally hurt him, she loves him.

“Mate!?” Mel exclaimed, no, I can’t have a “mate” I have Tyler, he is my boyfriend and we plan on getting married someday”

“When two werewolf’s have been marked, they are fated to be together, there’s nothing that will come in the way of that, even the love for another. But I will never pressure you, take the time you need, but just know that it’s inevitable. I’ve just met you and I already know that I’ve been paired with a great, beautiful and powerful werewolf.” Lukah leans in and suddenly Mel feels paralyzed. He gently puts his lips against her forehead and give her a light kiss.

Mel felt a warmth throughout her whole body, a yearning for something more from that small kiss.

“I need you to go” Mel asserted. “I need time to process all of this information.” Mel was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed, she felt like her whole life has been a lie.

“Okay I will go but don’t forget why I came, you pack legacy is a stake and you are the only one that can save it. I will give you all the space you need, I know that this is a lot to take on suddenly. Here’s my phone number for when you are ready to talk again.” Lukah hands Mel the piece of paper with his number in it and then Mel walks him to the door.

Mel closed the door and watched Lukah walk down the driveway and get into his car. He looked back just as he was getting into his car and saw her watching and gave her a brilliant smile. A smile that could melt your soul without even trying.

Mel’s mind was spinning with all the information she had learned. She couldn’t believe she was royal, and certainly didn’t know how to feel about being a werewolf. How was she going to save her family legacy? How does she have a mate and what about Tyler? She knew she was never going to be able to do anything that would possibly hurt Tyler, she loves him so much, but she can already feel the bond from the mark setting in. It’s a deep yearning feeling a deep desire to be with Lukah, and not even in a s****l way but just to be with him, be close, an inseparable attachment of sorts.

Ring…ring… Mel was in such deep though it took her a few seconds to realize her phone was going off. She quickly fumbles to get her phone out of her back pocket. It’s Tyler.

“Hey Babe.” Mel answers.

“Hey, how are you doing today? I know last night freaked you out some, are you up for out date night tonight?”

“I’m doing alright as far as last night goes lies but I’m not feeling the greatest, I think I may have eaten some bad last night, maybe we can postponed date night for a few days? Mel was not up for seeing Tyler right now, she’s never going to be able to tell him about what she is or who Lukah is. She’s always been able to tell Tyler anything and everything and it’s killing her that she is having to keep this from him.

“No problem babe, do you want soup or anything from the store? Tyler said concerned.

“I will be okay, I think I’m going to lay down for a bit, thank you for the offer, I will talk to you later. Love you”

Love you too Mel, hope you get to feeling better. Talk you you later.

Mel heads upstairs to lay down, she really did need to take a nap, at least she didn’t have to lie about that.