His Scarred Mate

Chapter 3 – Unexpected Meeting

Freya's mind was fogged up with her thoughts, as she absentmindedly dried her hair with the pink cotton towel. She was staring into space, her mind thinking about only one thing; the mysterious customer. She didn't understand why his face had stuck in her brain, but she was glad that for once she had zoned out thinking about something other than her past; even if it was a dashing, rude customer whom she'd never see again.

Her phone started ringing, and she jumped slightly, being snapped out of her thoughts so suddenly. She frowned, and spread the towel out on top of the couch to dry, before bending over the couch and picking up her cellphone from the table. She stared at the unknown number that was calling her, a chill going down her spine, as very few people had her number. And those that did, she didn't really expect them to be calling her. She sucked in a breath and picked up the call, placing the phone against her ear.

"Hello?" She said softly, but loud enough for the person to hear her.

"Hey Freya, Rebecca here!" A familiar cheerful voice sounded from the phone, and Freya instantly relaxed. Rebecca and Scarlett were the only two friends she had now; she wasn't even sure if she could call them that. But to her, they were the closest thing to 'friends'.

"Hey, Rebecca, what's up?" She smiled, tucking a few strands of her still wet hair behind her ear.

"Scarlett is finally awake," Rebecca said excitedly, and a wave of relief went through Freya as well.

"Oh thank God, how's she doing?" Freya asked, as she walked inside her bedroom. She was truly concerned for that girl. Scarlett was the one who had saved her, after all. She would forever be in debt to her.

"She's doing fine, never been better. Anyway, I just wanted to check up on you. Are you doing okay? How's Dewhurst?" Rebecca asked, and Freya sighed, plopping down on her bed.

"It's fine, haven't had any werewolf encounters yet I think, so that's great," Freya replied, a small smile on her lips.

"You know, Hon, not all werewolves are bad. Scarlett is a werewolf too, and so is Axel. Even my boyfriend, well more like my mate, Warren, is a werewolf," Rebecca pointed out, and Freya internally cringed at the word 'mate'. To her it was the most disgusting thing ever created.

"I know, but I'm not gonna take any chances," Freya replied, trying her best not to let her mind wander.

"You know, I'm here if you ever wanna talk. And so is Scarlett. She was really worried about you. Are you sure you don't need therapy or something?" Rebecca asked her, her voice laced with genuine worry.

"I'm fine, Rebecca. Trust me. I can handle this, and I have the capability to do it alone," Freya replied, saying it more to herself, because she too wasn't entirely too sure of it.

"I know you're a strong girl, Freya. I just wanted to let you know that you're not alone, okay?" She whispered, and Freya nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She remembered that Rebecca couldn't see her, and she cleared her throat so her voice would sound normal.

"I know. Thank you for everything you guys have done for me," Freya whispered.

"You're welcome, I'll catch ya later, okay? Good bye," Rebecca said.

"Yeah, ba-bye," Freya replied, and hung up. She wiped the hot tears away from her cheeks, and sniffed, standing up from her bed. She felt like she needed fresh air, as the room had started to feel suffocating. She pushed her cell phone into the pocket of her jeans, as well as a small pocket knife she kept on her at all times. Tying her muffler around her neck, she reached for her gloves, but then decided against wearing them.

Freya walked out of her small, cosy house, and walked straight to the one place she knew she could relax at - a park for children she had seen on her way to the cafe multiple times. The cool breeze blew her hair away from her face, as her blonde locks danced around in the wind. It was around five in the evening, and the sky had a beautiful, lavender hue to it. The outside world is so beautiful, she thought to herself, and without even realizing it, she was at the park. She scanned the area, the giggles and screams of young children music to her ears. Finally she spotted an empty bench, and walked over to it, sitting down on it.

Freya closed her eyes, feeling the breeze, hearing the joyful laughter of young, oblivious kids, and the beautiful melody of the birds singing in their new, fresh voices. The moment was almost serene, however it was cut short.

"Hey," a deep voice said to her, startling her, and her eyes shot open. She glanced up at the man in front of her for a split second, before instinct made her look away. She instantly recognized who the man towering over her was: the mysterious customer.

"Can I sit here?" He asked her, probably guessing that she wasn't going to reply to his little greeting.

"Can't you find somewhere else to sit?" Freya asked, her eyes scanning the playground to find all other benches completely occupied.

"There's no other place," he replied, and Freya sighed in annoyance, contemplating her options.

"Fine," she replied, and moved to the edge of the bench, wanting him to sit as far away from her possible. He, however, decided to sit right in the middle of the bench, only inches away from her. She wanted to move further away from him, but she knew that if she did, she would fall off the bench.

"Can you like, shift?" She asked him, not even looking at his face.

"I'm sure I don't smell bad," he replied, his voice having a mischievous tone to it. "I apply the best colognes, dude."

"My nose is blocked so I wouldn't know anyway," Freya muttered, feeling aggravated by him. "But please move. I don't like sitting close to people," she requested, her desperation clear in her voice.

"Okay, okay," he replied, and moved away from her.

Freya let out a breath of relief, and relaxed slightly, again beginning to enjoy the joyful atmosphere, before the mystery guy once again attempted to infuriate her.

"So what's your name?" He asked her, and she closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. Everything that had happened to her had made Freya a very untrusting, and difficult person. She was aware of that, but she couldn't help it.

"Why do you wanna know?" She asked, her gaze still fixed on the children playing in front of her.

"Okay, let's do this again. My name is Zavian, what's yours?" He asked, and she could see from the corner of her eyes that he had a huge, annoyingly gorgeous smile on his face.

"Zavian... That's a Muslim name, isn't it?" She asked, hoping he'd get offended at the mention of religion and leave her alone. She didn't have anything against any religion, but she knew most people get offended and stop talking when questioned about their religious beliefs.

"Yep, it is. My name is Zavian Hayder," he replied, and she detected the slight Arabic accent to his voice. Okay, so not easy to offend.

"Cool name," she commented, not knowing what else to say.

"And you are...?" He asked again, adamant on knowing her name.

"Freya," she replied, "Freya Osbourne," she added, the mention of her surname giving her a slight heartache.

"Pretty name," Zavian commented, rather casually. "Nice to meet you," he said, and extended his hand towards her. Freya immediately flinched away from it, and finally looked up at him, meeting his eye.

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Zavian's eyes widened as soon as he met her blue ones, his heart racing as his world seemed to come to a stop. The surroundings started to melt into oblivion, and in a few seconds, it felt like they were the only people present. The Beast inside him was purring in happiness, and instantly he knew that she was indeed the one. Freya was his mate, the reason for his existence, the one he was supposed to protect, to love.

"I don't shake hands with strangers," Freya said to him, rather rudely, but just her voice felt like a melodious lullaby to him. Zavian felt like listening to her voice for the rest of his life, and if he hadn't known any better, he would have just lied down placing his head in her lap right there. In fact, if he could, he would have done a great many things to her, he would have kissed her, held her close to him, made love to -

"Hello?" Freya asked, an eyebrow raised at him.

"Hey, sorry I zoned out," he replied, smiling cheekily.

"Who on Earth zones out when someone is talking to them right in front of their face?" Freya said in disbelief, rolling her eyes, but deep down she knew it was something she would have done as well.

Freya was confused herself, as to where she was getting all of that confidence from. She felt like she could yell at him, even slap him, and he wouldn't do anything to her. She should have been scared of him, he was a man, and a clearly well built, strong man. In fact... She didn't even want to slap him. She couldn't even imagine herself doing so. Maybe it was his glittering, stormy silver eyes that were making her go soft, or maybe just maybe, she felt like he was a good person. She felt eerily safe with him, almost in a supernatural way, in a way she had never felt with anyone before...

Hold that thought. She stood up instantly, as her eyes widened in realization. A chill went down her spine and her breathing hitched. What was happening wasn't humane, she was sure of that. She couldn't bear to have history repeat itself, and thus she knew she had to leave.

"Where are you going?" Zavian asked, standing up as well.

"I've to go," she muttered, her mind going through a turmoil of emotions, all at the same time, as her heart hammered in her chest.

"Woah, okay, Cinderella," he said, chuckling. "But when can-"

Before he could finish, she turned around and left, running as fast as her legs would carry her. His presence was too strong and dominating for her, it was as if suddenly she couldn't control her emotions anymore. She didn't want anything to do with that guy.

Meanwhile Zavian stood there, staring at her retreating back, with only one though in his mind.

I will make you mine, Blondie.

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