His Scarred Mate

Chapter 2 - The Mysterious Customer

Freya leaned her back against the door of her bedroom, sliding down, to the carpeted floor. She once again allowed the tears to fall, burying her face in her hands, as her mind was plagued with the memories of what had happened to her.

Freya opened her eyes slowly, her head throbbing with pain. The world seemed to be spinning, and the room was dark, only the little moonlight seeping in from the small window illuminated the place. Cold chains were clasped around her ankles, as well as her wrists. She tried to move, but her whole body ached, and she could not remember anything. Fear flowed through her veins like blood, and she gulped, looking around. It was then that the loud noises began.

Those deafeningly loud screams, that felt as if they pierced her ears, and impaled her brain. She winced and buried her head into her knees, covering her ears with her hands, her eyes tightly closed. The screams got louder, deeper, and raspier, eventually turning into animalistic sounds. Freya's whole figure was shaking with fear, as she heard one particular sound getting closer, and closer to her. Seconds later, she could feel someone's warm breath on her neck, making the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand alert, as her skin crawled with terror. However, she didn't dare to look up.

The Beast before her growled, almost in a demanding way, making her flinch and gasp. It growled again, this time louder, and she backed further away into the wall, yet still not daring to look up. She then felt clawed fingers bury into her hair, as the Beasts grip tightened, and her head was yanked upwards. She hissed in pain, tears rolling down her cheek, as her eyes were still tightly closed.

"Look at me," a deep, voice ordered, the sound almost inhumane.

Freya didn't have to be told twice. Trembling in fear, she slowly opened her eyes, only for them to almost bulge out, as staring back at her were not the eyes of a man, but of a Beast.

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Freya slowly opened her eyes, groaning, as she sat up. For a few moments she was shocked to find herself lying on her bedroom floor instead of the bed, but then she remembered what had happened. I passed out, again, she thought to herself, before standing straight up, and making her way to the washroom.

She looked in the mirror, wanting to cringe at her reflection. The girl staring back at her used to be beautiful once; she used to be the most popular girl at her school, with long, platinum blonde, straight hair, bright blue, sparkling eyes, and a cheerful smile. Freya took a deep breath and smiled at her reflection, trying to look happy, trying to be happy, but it just would not reach her eyes. The eyes now staring back her looked dull, and lifeless.

There were dark rings around her eyes due to the lack of sleep she had been suffering from since years, her hair had lost their shine and luster, and her lips looked almost pale, and drained of colour. She gulped, deciding that she needed a warm shower to ease her tense muscles, and slowly removed her gloves, staring down at her bony hands and fingers. She removed her muffler too, the bruises she revealed, making her want to wear the muffler again. Her boots came off, and then her T-shirt, and the sight before her made her lower lip quiver, as she struggled hard to keep her sobs inside. No, I have to be strong. I can't keep crying about this.

She let out a shaky breath, swallowing the imaginary lump in her throat before she undressed herself completely, and stepped into the shower. She turned the tap, allowing the warm water to flow down her small figure, as most of her bruises stung, but she refused to bathe with cold water. She would never do that anymore. Warm water was a luxury, and she would make use of it for the rest of her life. However, something even warmer rolled down her cheek, and she realized that she was crying - not from the physical pain she felt, but from the emotional one.

Tomorrow will be better.

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Four days had passed since Zavian had last seen his Blondie. He was the most powerful warrior of his pack, which often led to him being busy, or out of town for long periods of time. The last four days, however, although he had been in town, he had been busy at the outskirts, as there had been threats of a few rogue wolves wanting to get in. He had smoothly eliminated the threat, and thus his mind was again focused on his Blondie.

That's it, I'm going to that cafe.

He decided to go back to his favorite place in the whole town, and this time not because of the amazing lattes that it served, but because he was hoping to see her again. He wasn't even sure whether she'd still be in town, but he had no other option but to keep an eye out for her, and hope that she'd still be in Dewhurst.

Zavian texted Alec, informing him that he was leaving, and then drove straight to Cafe Chocolatte. He stepped inside, and once again that place had that uncanny feeling to it, as if inviting him to stay there for very long. He placed his order, the usual, before taking his seat at the corner, his eyes constantly scanning the room for one particular blonde. However, once again, she was nowhere to be seen. He sighed in annoyance and took his phone out, making himself busy with PUBG. It was his all time favorite game, and time passed by without him even noticing.

However, as soon as that familiar Jasmine scent caught his nose, he felt his eyes glow the greenish blue. He instantly closes them, willing them back to his original eye color, and then looked up, to find that his food had arrived. And it was brought to him by a new waitress - his very Blondie.

Her eyes were fixed on the floor, as she held the tray of his food with hands that were slightly trembling. The first thing he noticed was her lack of gloves this time, and he knew he could find an excuse to touch her, just for a second, to see whether he feels the sparks or not. Her skin was white as snow, but for some reason, she looked dehydrated, and even though she had tried to conceal them with makeup, he could see the tired bags around her eyes. She was very skinny, he could tell, even from under the baggy clothes she wore, and he noticed how she still wore her muffler around her neck.

She cleared her throat, still looking at the floor, snapping him out of his staring session.

"Good evening, Sir. Where should I place your food?" She asked, her voice small, her tone nervous.

"Um, here, just give it to me," he said, extending his hands out so she would place the tray in them, and hopefully their fingers would touch.

She looked slightly confused at his reply, before carefully placing the tray in his hands, making sure no part of her skin would make contact with his.

Zavian let out an irritated sigh when that happened, placing the tray down on the table rather harshly. He noticed how she immediately flinched, and took a tiny step back. He frowned at her reaction, he was aware he didn't make any move that would be enough to make someone step away in fear.

Freya felt weird, as if she had met the man in front of her before. She had glanced at him once, from far away, when he wasn't looking, to find him ridiculously attractive. He was gifted with raven black hair, that were slightly messy, and a sharp jawline. Even while he was sitting, she could tell the man was tall, and had a strong built - just the kind of men she had to stay away from. A part of her wondered what colour his eyes would be, and she felt like making eye contact with him, just so she could get a look at them.

However as soon as she had reached his table, he had looked up, and she had instinctively stuck her gaze to the ground. After that there had been no driving factor that would make her want to meet his eye, and when he placed the tray on the table in a harsh manner, she couldn't stop herself from stepping away from him. The man obviously had a temper, and short-tempered people scared her. She could feel his eyes boring into her head, as if he was trying to look through her facade of makeup, as if he was trying to take a peek inside her soul. And that scared her too.

"Is there anything else you need?" She asked, desperate to get away from him as soon as possible.

"Now, now, is that a polite way to serve a customer?" He asked, sending a chill down her spine. "I mean, you won't even smile, or look at me while talking to me," he complained, almost whining.

"Th-that isn't really in my job prescription," she replied, trying to maintain a confident front, even though she knew the stranger was aware of her nervousness. Hell, even a blind man would be able to see how nervous she was. And it wasn't because of the incredible looks of the man in front of her - she never was fazed by good looks, it was simply due to his gender.

He was a man. And men could not be trusted. Not anymore.

"Wow, isn't it a known fact that you've to be polite when dealing with customers?" Zavian asked, feeling more and more on edge with the girl. Why could she just not make eye contact with him? He could not understand. She was either extremely stubborn, or something was wrong. Something that had to be fixed.

"I am being polite. I don't necessarily have to look you in the eye to act nice. If you need anything, you can call out for the waiters roaming around. Enjoy your food," she said slowly, and clearly, while trying to calm her racing heart. She then turned around, before the man could respond, and left, letting out a breath she wasn't even aware she was holding in.

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