Werewolf Widow for a Year

Living with my Mate

As Shawna awoke early one morning she noticed that the sky was still dark. She rolled over and saw that the clock on the nightstand read 5:25am. She had nearly overslept, as her mate's alarm was set to go off in five minutes. She had grown accustomed to getting up at least twenty minutes before her mate's alarm. He was accustomed and insisted that she have breakfast ready for him when he awoke each morning for work. Her heart started to pound thinking about what happened when he didn't wake up to breakfast on the table. Harpo, her true mate was prone to fits of rage at any given time. The last time Shawna overslept with them both being awakened by his alarm, her rolled over her to turn off her alarm,yet rolled into Shawna. When he awoke, and noticed Shawna sitting up shaking and looking down at him. He smugly rose into a sitting position, to look down on her with lust in his eyes. The next thing he noticed, when he sniffed the air. was that he didn't smell any breakfast coming from the kitchen. That realization turned his lustful looks into a menacing one. Shawna was looking up at her mate one moment and the next, she was looking down at the cream carpeted floor she landed face first on. Harpo backhanded her so hard, she flew from the bed two feet above the ground and landed with a hard thud on her nose.

When she slowly arose, still with her head down, she saw that her blood was making a small puddle on the carpet. Harpo calmly arose from the bed and hovered over Shawna, daring her to look back at him. She was so scared, and confused, she dared not move another inch. After several cold moments in this position, Harpo grunted stepped over her and made his way to their adjoining bathroom.

Shawna started weeping furiously once she heard the shower come on. She had been so tired from working around the house all day yesterday, that when she went to bed last night she was out. However, it didn't matter to Harpo how tired she was, as long as she did as she was told he was contempt with her. Yet, any time she made any small misstep, he would strike her down as if she had broken one of the customary laws. Today was starting out to be no different. And there didn't seem to be anyone that could save her from her fate. No one would believe her anyhow, as it is believed to be unheard of for a true mate to harm another. Yet after three years of abuse from her mate, Shawna knew that wasn't the case. She often wondered if Harpo was her true mate, or if he had somehow found a way to make her think that he was. After this morning's beating she knew he had to.

"There is no way my true mate would treat me this way. If he harmed me, he's supposed to feel the pain, too. Oh Moon Goddess please! You are the only one who knows for certain. Please send me a sign that I am right and Harpo is not my true mate. Please Moon Goddess, help me out of this horrid mating!" She quietly prayed up to the sky, whimpering after each sentence. Just then the shower turned off. Shawna knew it was only a matter of time before Harpo would emerge from the bathroom to finish getting ready for work. She quickly wiped up the tears and blood with the hem of her nightgown, as Harpo would also be enraged if he stepped into any mess he created. She then rushed out of the room, down the small hallway to the right and rounded the corner to the kitchen. Shawna went into the fridge and pulled out the sausage links, honey smoked bacon, egg, and small baby potatoes. She hurriedly placed them on the wooden island behind her, and then loudly gathered two frying pans from under the sink. She took out the canola oil from the cabinet above the sink and quickly emptied the remaining oil into the pans, turning both on four as she went back to the island to prep the food. Three minutes later there were five strips of bacon and four eggs cooking. She heard the bathroom door open and knew from Harpo's routine that he would be dressed and on his way to the kitchen for his breakfast in the next five minutes. She took out the cooked bacon from the left frying pan and placed the five strips onto a ceramic white plate.

Shawna then went back to the stove and, placed the first frying pan back onto the burner, before gathering up the scrambled aggs and placing them beside the bacon. Then she added some butter to the pan before placing it back onto the stove on the right burner so that it would melt nicely before adding the baby potatoes into that pan, and doing the same to the left. She briskly went to the bread box on top of the fridge and took out two slices of white bread, went back over to the stove plopping them into the left pan with freshly melted butter. Shawna heard her bedroom door open and Harpo's huge feet stomping on the ground, coming towards the kitchen."Oh Goddess, what am I forgetting? His juice!" Shawna loudly whispered to herself. With that she turned back to the fridge and grabbed the cranberry juice. Closed the fridge door and grabbed a glass from the left of the fridge, over the sink. As she was pouring Harpo's juice, he was turning the corner appeased with himself and the smell of breakfast in the air. "That's more like it." He barreled out with his dead raspy voice. "Good morning wife." He said to Shawna with a cheesy grin on his face. Shawna bowed her head slightly and responded back "Good morning husband." Once Harpo made his way around the opposite side of the island, he sauntered over to sit at the kitchen table by the bay window, Shawna obediently followed behind him with his juice in hand. As he sat down at the right end of the table, Shawna shakly placed his juice in front of him before hurrying back to get the toast and potatoes before they burned. Harpo liked his food crisp-- but never-ever burnt.