MY MURDEROUS MATE

DREAM

Tegan POV

Once I show Monet to the door and watch as she drives away, I find myself relaxing on the couch. I lay my head back trying to get today’s event out of my mind. I can’t shake the feeling that more will come of the case than expected. I keep thinking over and over that Saliana should not have died.

My mind wonders to this overachieving attorney that keeps getting mentioned. I have my tablet on the coffee table so open a search engine. I type in “Devyn Holland”. Images and articles emerge showing a young and extremely attractive female. I can even feel my wolf stirring. That’s strange. I guess he is worried about the case as well.

I read about her. She is an amazing attorney. I certainly wish she were on my side as opposed to representing Ms. Garnets. I scroll though accolades she’s received and cases she has won. I have no idea why I keep looking for more. I hit the image viewer to find multiple pictures listed on various sites throughout social media.

She is very stylish and always looks pristine. I notice in several pictures she is with a man. Internally I feel jealous almost – again very strange! The man is Mick Hawthorne. He’s a billionaire’s son who is set to take his father’s place with Hawthorne and Associates. I huff slightly thinking that must be the reason she is with him.

Tomorrow I have five surgeries scheduled – three gallbladder removals, a hysterectomy, and an adrenal gland removal. Only one is complex so I do need a good night sleep. If there is one thing a surgeon needs, it’s sleep. Focus, accuracy, and skill are the key qualities needed.

I retreat to my bedroom where I can still smell Monet. Again, very appealing. I should ask her to spend the night soon. I’ve lost all hope of finding my mate. The moon goddess must have had other plans for my mate. I just hope she is happy.

My mind drifts to the thought of having a mate. I can picture us happy, always smiling, and continually being supportive of one another. I could provide her a happy home and give her most anything she could want. This lady would be treated like a queen. That’s how my parents behaved when they were alive.

My parents died when I was 17 years old. I couldn’t save them. They were in a wreck and both needed blood and surgery right away. I had to choose which parent to place my hands on to try and stop the blood. My father’s injuries were the worst, and I knew there was no hope in saving him. My mother didn’t look better but I thought I could at least keep her alive until the paramedics arrived.

She died in my arms as the squad pulled up. I had been asleep in the back seat when it happened. We had been at a formal dining occasion at the pack house. It was a birthday celebration for the Alpha’s son Bradford. He turned 13 and would take the role of Alpha as soon as he found his mate. Poor i***t is about 21 now I believe, and still playing around instead of searching for his mate.

I close my eyes and try to not think about anything. It’s actually hard to do. At some point I must have fallen asleep because I dream about the auburn-haired attorney. She has her arms around my neck while smiling at me. She is tall and fits perfect in my arms that are around her waist. She has curves which suit me just fine. I can feel her pressing against me and it still doesn’t seem close enough.

I hear a buzzing from a distance. Turning around I look to see what is making the annoying sound. It’s a haze coming towards us. I have to protect us, so I grab her hand and start running. At some point, her hand slips from my grip and I lose her in the mist. I drop to my knees begging the moon goddess to bring her back. That’s when I sit straight up in the middle of my bed in a panic. It was just a dream. A very real dream.

My head hits the pillow as I try to recall every moment of the dream. It seemed so real. It was like we were meant to be together, but the haze engulfed her and pulled her from my grasp. Releasing an exhaustive sigh, I forced myself off the bed. I had to get into my zone for today’s surgeries. I was operating on both humans and wolves today.

I walk into the office to drop my laptop and personal items. Monet is smiling and professional as usual. She follows me into the office where she unexpectedly throws herself in my arms. Taking me by surprise, I instinctively hesitate to return the sentiment. Something feels wrong about having her in my arms.

“Monet, I’m so sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night, and I have a busy day. Maybe another time?” I say trying to soften the blow of not reciprocating the affection.

Monet, “No, I’m sorry. I know we need to be professional at work. I just miss you. The more I spend time with you, the more I feel content. We said this was going to be non-committal but I’m feeling so much for you.”

If she had said this a few days ago, I honestly think she would have been marked by now. However, something is wrong. I’m just not feeling myself. The dream really messed me up, I guess. “Hey, I’m just stressing. Let’s take a timeout until after the trial, assuming there’s going to be one. Once I get through all of that, I think I’ll be ready.”

Her frown turns into an amazingly bright smile. “Yes, Dr. Moss. I’m very patient.” She walks away keeping the smile on her face.

I drop my head into my hands. What the f**k is wrong with me? Get it together!