Unlikely Mates

Game on

Amanda P.O.V

I walk around the Manse garden enjoying what the day has to offer, 'Ah, it's nice to be outside.' This solemn silence is swiftly interrupted by the sounds of footsteps on the terrace. I tilt my head around, low and behold, my worst enemy, Damian is there, smiling down at me, as wellas my newest friend Laura, giggling away. I don't know what they're talking about, but as soon she whispers something into his ear, his face clouds over with rage. He growls in anger, and I'm left in awe of the situation. 'What on earth did she say to him?'

"Traitor!"

"What?"

I'm not a traitor. I haven't done anything to him. Yet, before I can put up a defence for my claim, he shape shifts into his massive wolf worm and charges at me. I'm left frozen stiff. I want to run but I can't move, something’s holding me back. I can see him snarling as keeps coming closer. 'Why can't I move?' I hear shouting in my head; it's his voice.

"Wake up, Wake up!"

My eyes open to the first light of day.  I sit up from the couch quickly taking in the light and slowly, coming face to face with, Damian.

"Took you long enough."

I glare at him, at that Mutt, he tried to kill me in my nightmare, not too far off of reality if you ask me, I stare at him wondering what he's up to.

"Up and Adam, Princess, it's time for breakfast."

He uses a head gesture to indicate towards the tray of breakfast on the small coffee table in front of the couch. 'How did I not notice it earlier?' As if reading my mind.

"It's simple; you can't notice anything but me."

"huh, yeah, right."

I turn away from him and eye the scrumptious-looking bacon alongside the scrambled eggs on toast and a cup of orange juice bedside them.

"Go ahead and eat; you must be famished."

I'm hesitant to touch it; I find it a little suspicious that he's letting me eat, considering the way he starved me up till now.

"Don't worry; I didn't make it or lace it with poison."

I still don't know if I should. Damian sits down next to me, and I flinch away as much as possible, although with a gleam in his eye he moves closer squeezing me inbetween him and the edge of the couch, 'this is uncomfortable'.

"Don't worry if I wanted to kill you would be dead already."

I'm not too fond of his overconfident attitude, but he does have a point. Thinking this, I pick up the bacon first, and shovel it into my mouth. It's exquisite; it's crunchy and savoury taste gives me a feeling of so much happiness that an unintended moan escapes my lips.

"Careful princess, you don't want to make me excited, do you?"

'Argh, who does this person think he is.' I ignore him and his question and continue eating the remaining food. The eggs are so tasty, they're light and fluffy as scoop it up on my silver fork, and the toast has the right amount of butter added to it. I finish it off quickly and drink the orange juice. I sit back against the couch with a smile on my face; I must look like a child, but who cares, the food was divine. Unfortunately, my happiness is short-lived. I feel something snaking its way around my back. I shudder, and something grabs my right shoulder. I look down and see a masculine hand. I'm startled by this little manoeuvre and instantly stand up, wanting to get away from him. I glare at him while he's just smiling, enjoying this twisted game of his. I'm going to lose it.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Isn't it obvious, I just want to be close to you."

He says it so casually that it is only fuelling my hatred for him even more. He stands up and walks over to me. He reaches out to grab my hand, but I smack it away just in time.

"Don't touch me!"

In his eyes, I see a glint of hurt, that doesn't show on his face, which makes me feel a little guilty about hitting him. 'No, no, no,' I shake the feeling off by reminding myself that he's nothing but a playboy. I can't let my resolve slip. He wants nothing more than to get me in bed, 'not going to happen'.

He expression turns severe, and he comes closer until we're only an arm's length apart. I cross my arms over my chest to readjust my stance and reaffirm myself. He grabs hold of me and pulls me towards him. I struggle against him, as hard as I can, right until there is no room left for me to fight anymore.

"Why don't you give in and become mine, it will be easier for you."

"I'll never be yours."

I can feel my confidence waning, the longer he holds me in his arms like this, he's body heat is calming my anger, but there's still more I have to say before  it dissipates completely. I push against him separating us, so at least I have elbow room. In a desperate attempt, I verbalise what has been on my mind since I found out they're werewolves.

"I Ama-."

He lifts his forefingerand forces it onto my mouth to shush me.

"There will be none of that, now get ready, we're going out today."

He approaches the door and opens the door. He gazes back to me.

"There are clothes in the wardrobe. Be downstairs in an hour, or I'm carrying you down."

He turns back and shuts the door behind him. 'The nerve of him,'

"I can't wait to get out of this hell hole."

I voice to no one in particular as a way to convey my frustrations without getting into trouble. I think back to what he said "become mine., and the way he held me it was almost gentle. 'Ah, what am I thinking.' I need to distract myself and get ready like his highness wishes, 'Oy.' He'll be sorry; My rejection attempt may have failed, but what if I get him to reject me. A new plan formulates as I walk over to the wardrobe and open the doors. Unfortunately, all he has in stock is his clothes. I grab a sweatshirt as well as a belt and white shorts from the draws below. While disgustingly keeping my underwear from the time I've spent here, 'ewe.' The clothes are bound to swim on me, but I don't have much choice. Having got what I need, I head into the bathroom.

By the time I get out the clock reads 7:45 am. I leave my hair down, so I still have time to adjust that Mutt's clothes to fit me better. I take hold of the back of the light grey shirt, in the end, using pins I found in the sinks draws, to adjust it, why he has them, I'm not sure, but I'm grateful. I pick up the bottle of perfume on the vanity and put it on for some odd reason, which he is yet to explain, it can't be just because he's kind to me. Anyway, for shoes I look again in the wardrobe finding a pair of dark coloured runners, they're in a men's size, which means they're too big. I slip them on any way to avoid having to walk in bare feet again. I exit the room and make my way downstairs. As soon as I exit the elevator, three sets of eyes are on me, including Damian's. He signals for me to come down, and that is what I do. I don't want to go against him when he has support, Laura's barely a friend, and Eric doesn't like me much, so chances of help are slim. Laura steps forward and is the first to speak.

"You ready to go?"

She seems enthusiastic, is she coming with us it would be great if I'm not going to an unknown place with Damian alone, not that I can say it out loud.

"Yes, but where?"

"Shopping, of course, got to get an early start, Damian's driving and I'm tagging along to help."

I glance over to Eric and wonder.

"Is Eric coming to?"

I ask her because as far as I'm concerned the more, the merrier.

A growl emanates from Damian, as a response to my question no doubt, 'typical'.

"That's kind of you, but I've got pack work to handle, maybe another time."

Eric's words are cheerful, but his tone of voice has a hint of exhaustion. With this, I don't inquire any further.

"Enough, let's get moving."

Damian practically forces me out the door and into the presence of a luxurious and black Mercedes-Benz Amg G 4WD, with tinted windows. He may be a playboy, but he has good taste in cars. I make a break for the backseat, with Laura but Damian opens the front car door and forces me in. He walks around the car and hops into the driver's seat, starting the vehicle were on our way. As we are hitting the road, I plea silently for this car ride to kill me. During the car ride, all I hear is Laura chatting away with Damian. I, though stay quiet and lean against my arm, gazing out the window, listening to them. Time seems to slow in this car as it takes about three quarts of an hour to reach the city. I don't come here often, so this is a treat for me. Damian drives into the mall lot and manoeuvres the car into a parking space not too far from the entrance. Faster than I can blink he's out of the car and opens the door me and holds out his hand, playing the part of a gentleman I see, for his sister no doubt. I unbuckle the seatbelt, ignoring his outstretched hand, I climb out of the car myself and walk away.

"Let's go, Laura."

She follows me in through the glass doors leading into the mall with Damian in tow. I inwardly chuckle. After he played this morning’s game with me, I feel like playing one of my own. He can't make me his if he doesn't exist, out of sight, out of mind. We go into the first clothing store we see called Forever 21. I look around the store for anything that appeals to me, but then I remembered that I don't have any money. I leave the clothes where they are whereas Laura takes multiple dresses and pushes them towards and tells me to try them on. Not wanting to debate it I go to the change rooms in the back and try them on. It takes forever, but we found some things in my size, Laura really knows her stuff, but there is still the question of money. After I move out of the change rooms, I approach Laura with that question in mind.

"Laura, I can't afford this I'm broke."

"Babe don't worry about it. It's on me."

I get an unexpected reply from elsewhere. I hold still not looking at Damian. I shove the dresses aside and left the store without so much as a glance. Laura follows after and stops me just outside the store.

"What's going on with you?"

I put on a fake smile and respond cheerfully.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Damian coming this way.

"Let's go, still more to see."

-A few hours later-

"Whew, I'm beat, I need to sit down."

I agree with her wholeheartedly; my feet can use a break. We head for the bustling food court, it's the weekend, so it's crawling with people. We make our way through the crowd and eventually make it to the food court. Just our luck, there's a spare table close by, so we all sit down and take a breather. The food court has the most amazing scents, with a vast assortment of restaurants to choose from, 'nice'. I sit next o Laura on one side, and Damian sits on the other, you don't have to have telepathy to know that he's annoyed with me, but that's putting mildly.

"I'm going to get some lunch. Would you guys like anything?"

I look around each restaurant, but the trouble is I don't know what food is favourable here.

"I'll pass, thanks."

"She'll have some chilly cheese fries; I'll share with her."

I glare at him; he has no right to choose for me.

"Alright."

She walks off, and we're left alone. Damian leans over the table.

"Why have you been ignoring me today?"

I say nothing and gaze anywhere else but at him.

"Come on the least you can do is talk after what you've done."

My eyes go wide at his statement. I turn back around to face him.

"What I've done, it's you tha-"

"Ha, you're finally talking."

'Shoot.' That is not the plan. I need to find some other way to avoid him.

"I'm going to the lavatory."

I hurriedly stand up from my seat and start to walk away.

"How about a kiss first?"

"What?"

.I blush and scream louder than intended.

"Relax, I'm only joking unless you would like to."

"Never."

I rush away from the table towards the girl's bathroom without looking back. I can only imagine the smug look on his face. 'That guy, he's always teasing me.' In my angry thoughts, I fail to see the person in front of me. We accidentally collide, and I start to fall back. I close my eyes, waiting for the impact, but it doesn't come. I feel something hard holding me up, curious I gently open my eyes to discover a clean-cut stranger, with a familiar aura that I can not quite place, smiling down at me.

"Glad to see you haven't changed. Amanda."