Unlikely Mates

Busted

Amanda P.O.V

I feel heavy; my body doesn't want to move; my eyes refuse to open on command. I put up a struggle with my eyelids, they open, and close, and open, this time. I rub my eyes, wiping the sleep from them, my vision returning to normal. It takes time for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room, lit enough to see shapes of objects in here. From what I can tell, this is a small room with a square glass window, filled with a few machines? I try to recollect what happened, but my mind is a bit fuzzy when I first wake up. Curious to satisfy my mind as to what the tools, and I are doing here, I clasp the blanket and push it back just enough for my legs to slide off the edge of the single bed, to look for someone to help me. I walk across the cold floor in bare feet and evening dress, with my hair naturally flowing down, to the door where I hear fading footsteps outside. I open the door gently and look down the brightly lit hallway. My eyes are blinded if only for a moment. It takes only a short time for my eyes to adjust, but I wish I'd stayed in bed because I spot a scene that triggers something in my mind, a painful jolt hits me dramatically. I collapse to the floor, holding my head in my hands, 'What was that?' I question it but am unable to compose a response for it.

"That was weird."

I whisper to myself, hoping, it's a one-time thing. I pick myself up off the smooth floor and turn my attention back towards the scene, little ways down the hall. I'm surprised they didn't hear me, but then again perhaps not, with the way they're groping each other down there. In my line of sight is a tall man with his back to me, embracing a nurse, making out right there in the hallway, of what I'm assuming is a small hospital. It's queer, I'm annoyed at their show of affection, the man has a familiar air about him, but I can't place it. The man pulls back, twisting his neck around eyeing up and down the hall. I duck behind the door just before they're able to catch a glimpse of me. I don't want them knowing that I've seen them, privacy issues and all. I peer back down the hall through the small gap I've created in the door, curious if they've spotted me or not. Though, based on what I see, I'm in the clear because they look like they're having an interesting conversation. I'm unable to pick up what the man says, being his words are in a hushed tone, so only she can hear, I'm betting I know why. The nurse replies in a volume I wish my ears did not understand.

"Yes, Alpha."

'Alpha? I know that name.' I reverse, only a slight distance from the door, processing the memories of the ceremony readily elapsing in my brain. I remember all of it, Laura, Damian, and the most illogical of all, people turning into wolves. I thought these people were a cult of wolf lovers, but now I know different. I'm not sure if I should be excited or terrified of their wolf forms, after all, it's not every day that you find out what you believe to be fantasy is instead an undeniable truth. Still, I will not give them the satisfaction of seeing me scared; it's what they want me to feel. As I take in all this in, I become aware of the movement of footsteps coming in this direction. I glance back through the gap of the door to notice the man has gone, and the nurse is walking towards me. Internally, I yell at myself to move. I obey my inner voice's advice, jumping into bed as quietly as possible in my original position. I close my eyes, assuming the identity of a sleeping individual, not a second later the door opens. The nurse walks in, closing the door behind her. Her heels tap loudly against the tiled surface until they cease right beside the bed.

"I know you're awake."

Her high pitched voice is without any hint of warmth.

'How does she know that?' Thus it occurs to me; 'oh right, she must be a werewolf too, her heightened hearing may have picked up on my movements, I should have known.' Nevertheless, I elect to keep my unmoving state just in case she's bluffing.

"Let's not drag this out; I have somewhere to be."

'Curse her wolf senses, no matter, not worth debating it'; I open my eyes at her request and sit up to face to face with a smug-looking nurse.

"Let's get one thing clear; I don't like you, a pup like you is not worthy of being Damian's mate and Luna, I am!"

I agree with her; I'm not a werewolf. I didn't even want to be here in the first place.

"So stay out of my way, or you're going to be beyond sorry."

I look her in the eye, ready to finally get some words in.

"Not a problem, you can have him."

I cross my arms and reply to her threat calmly. Knowing full well that she wants Damian and I don't give me a sense of confidence to talk with her.

Her face morphs into an expression of disbelief. I don't think she was expecting that response.

"Don't lie to me."

Her eyes change to black in what I have come to understand is a sign of anger for a wolf. I am starting to get irritated with her wolfish tendencies. Why is she angry? And why doesn't she believe me? I was brought here against my will, so why would I date much less marry a creep like him.

"I'm not lying; I don't like him at all."

I look away and put my hands up in surrender and cross my arms back together over my chest as a sign that I'm not playing games with her.

"If you don't like him, then why haven't you rejected him."

She's not buying it.

At that moment, I turn my head towards her, in a look of annoyance.

"I've tried, but he still keeps playing games with me."

She looks like she's breathing heavily, trying to calm herself down, I hope.

"Did you say the right words to break the mate bond."

'The right words? Oh yeah in my wolf novels there's a specific set of words to reject a wolf mate, ha-ha, my way out.'

"No, not yet, I forgot to."

"How convenient that you forgot."

The nurse has gone back to her original opinion of me with that sarcastic tone of hers, that I'm not telling the truth. I groan at her distrust, 'this is going to be a long road to travel.' The nurse is turning her back to me and striding towards the door, 'spoiled brat, she's got no business being a nurse?' She grabs the door handle, lifts her pretty little head towards me, giving off a deadly aura that made me want to back down.

"I'm warning you Slut, reject him, or suffer the price."

She does not give me the chance to respond as she opens the door, twists her head forward walks into the hall, shutting it behind her and walks off. I lie down against the pillow, thankful that the brat is gone. 'Slut, perhaps one of many playthings for Damian, who knows, and who cares.' All I discern from this is that I am not needed and therefore can't stay here, I have to reject him, then he'll get so hurt or angry that he'll never want to see me again, it's perfect. My heart aches as I think about it, but what does it know? It led me into this mess when I chased after that black wolf in the first place.

I strengthen my resolve with this thought, pulling the bed sheets off of me as quickly as I can, walking towards the window. To my delight, the window is slightly ajar and just big enough for me to squeeze through; this is my opportunity to find and reject the p*****t and maybe ruin his little rendezvous with nurse slut. I chuckle at the thought of it, giving me more motivation in my venture. I push up the gap, only to drive it a small way, it seems to be a bit sticky like it's been a while since it's worked this hard. I push upwards again, this time harder, it scrapes against the paintwork, making a screeching noise. I stop pushing, looking back, listening for any sign that someone's out there. After a few moments of absolute silence, I continue until the window opens up enough for my escape. I poke my head out the window tasting the fresh night air, luckily for me; it's a one-story building, so climbing down is not going to be much of an issue. I pull my head back and place one leg after the other over the window sill dangling them just over the grass. I bend my head under the window and climb through successfully, setting both my feet firmly on the soft grass. The grass feels soft and damp from the cold air. The wind is blowing a gentle breeze through my hair, sending a shiver right through me. Now is not the time to stand around, or I'll freeze out here. With all of my determination, I march forward towards the main house in plain view, to reject Damian as soon as possible. 

I move closer to the front of the mansion, but I see guards at the gate, I hide behind a house located close to the estate, covered by the darkness of night, they don't seem to notice my presence. 'This is not going to be simple.' I wonder if there's a way around back. I don't know how far the surrounding fence extends, but I don't believe it goes all the way around, 'that's it,' I make up my mind to sneak around back. I reverse myself away from the house when snap. My foot lands on a twig breaking it in half.

"Who's there?"

No sooner than it's said, a man is standing tall in front of me, staring me down. I didn't have the chance to move. I freeze in more ways than one; his stare is menacing in the moonlight as it appears from behind the clouds. A glint of recognition inhibits his face, and he calms down. 'Well, that was exciting (sarcasm).'

"My apologies, Luna. I wasn't aware that you would be returning to the packhouse tonight."

He bows his head before me as an act of apology. I'm not his Luna, but I withhold my objection so that I can use this to my advantage.

"Oh no, it's okay."

I wave my hands in front of me, biting my lip from the awkwardness of this situation, and he lifts his head back up.

"You don't have to apologise, I just didn't feel comfortable staying in the hospital, so can I go into the packhouse now, it's been a long day."

"Of course, Luna allow me to escort you in."

I nod my head to him in thankfulness.

"Thank you."

He turns around and gestures for me to follow. I do precisely that, and I'm able to get past the gates without a hassle, 'at least I didn't have to sneak in,' I murmur in relief.

I follow him past the currently open gates, in the courtyard through the main doors.

"You can make your way up from here, Goodnight Luna."

"Good night."

He closes the door behind him, releasing a loud thud into my ears, leaving me in the darkness of the mansion. The foyer of this great estae is only illuminated by the rays of moonlight pouring in from each of the windows on this floor. I close my eyes taking a deep breath, reaffirming my resolve for the upcoming rejection. In an instant, a light in the next room switches on blinding me momentarily.

"What are you doing here?"

'Dam it, I'm busted. how will I explain this?'