Suddenly His Luna

Meeting His Mate

CHAPTER FOUR

Kieran

The grin splitting through my face has to be comical. I can’t help it, the rush of satisfaction.

“How’d you do it?” I ask him, well aware he can hear the untamed glee in my voice.

He chuckles through the receiver, “Really? You gotta ask me that?”

Like I said, f.uck.!ng wizard.

“What were you able to find?”

“She’s not from around here, a different pack.” He clears his throat, “She has like a workshop where she says on her website stacks tea bags for those who want exotic teas, it’s right there in Houston, she’s about half an hour away from you. ”

I’m nodding my head, even though he can’t see me, “And?”

“Uh, I think she’s into some kind of witchcraft.”

“Witchcraft?”

“Yeah. Like she’s always collecting herbs and stuff from weird locations-”

That explains what she was doing in that abandoned clearing.

“-and she makes potions and s**t, sells them too. So, yeah, witchcraft.”

“You know where the workshop is?” I ask him, “The exact location?”

“Yeah, she recently just opened it for an internet booking site. I’ll send you the details right away.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“No problem, man. Anytime.”

I hang up, pushing all the paperwork I have to work on aside and springing to my feet. It can’t wait any longer, I have to see her.

My phone pings, with what must be her location. Once I have it memorized, I don’t hesitate.

I’m back in my room, rummaging through my wardrobe for what to wear. I can’t dress like what I am, in the fittings I usually wear as Alpha. It would draw too much attention to me, and with everything going on in the state, between the werewolves and the humans, it’s best to keep a low profile.

Eventually, I settle for a simple black dress shirt and dark pants. I grab my car keys and head out the front door.

It’s a long drive, but I don’t mind it. It gives me time to think. Seems like that’s all I’ve been doing lately. But I realize, once I get in my car, that I’ve been so obsessed with finding her, I never actually stopped to consider what was going to happen after I did.

I have no idea if she wants to see me. Or if she would even recognize me. She didn’t see me in my skin, at least, I don’t think she did. She ran away while I was in the middle of a shift.

I wonder, how will she react?

Will she be happy? Scared? Emotionless, if she doesn’t even know who I am? The last thought only lingers for a moment. Even if she doesn’t recognize me, there’s still the fact that we’re mates. Regardless of whatever else, that fact still stands, and it eases most of my worries.

But still, what do I say to her? There’s a lot of s**t I want to say, but where the hell do I begin?

‘Thank you for pulling an arrow out of my chest and saving my life with your witchcraft, I’m Kieran by the way, what’s your name?’

Fuck, I don’t even know her name.

I pick up my phone from the centre console, dialing Brennan’s number as I drive with my other hand.

“Hello?”

“What’s her name?”

There’s a pause, and then a loud laugh, “Oh yeah, completely forgot that little titbit.”

I’m waiting impatiently for his humor to die out, “Uh, Violet? I think.”

“You think?”

“Hold on, gimme a sec,” he line rustles for a moment, before he returns with, “Vivien. Her name’s Vivien.”

Vivien.

“You’re sure?” I question.

“I’m sure.”

“Alright.”

“Look man,” He says, just as I’m about the hang up, “I gotta ask, who is this chick?”

I’m not entirely sure I want to answer that question just yet, “She saved my life.”

I hear him screech through the receiver, “She saved your life? How?”

“That’s the thing,” I tell him, “I have no f*****g idea.”

Once I hang up, I’m shaking my head, dragging my teeth over my bottom lip. I don’t want to screw this up, something about the whole thing seems to easy to ruin. Maybe it’s because I know she ran away from me the moment she realized I was coming to.

I still wonder why the hell she ran.

Was she scared? I highly doubt it, she most likely wouldn’t have even bothered approaching me if she was that cautious.

A tiny gift shop at the side of the road snatches my attention. I think, I’d really rather not show up empty handed. That’s little in the way of gratitude.

I swerve off the street, entering and returning from the small building with a card and a small bouquet of wild roses.

It’s a short drive from there, a few more minutes and I’ve arrived at her workshop. Killing the engine, I reclined back in my seat, watching the area for any signs of life. Cars pass by as it is by an express . It’s a tiny shop, but attached to a house in true wolf fashion, safe. I got out of the car.

It’s a short walk to the glass front door. Just before I reach it, the curtain behind the window rustles, revealing a slight sliver of light, before it’s gone.

At least now I’m certain she’s home.

I knock on the door.

And wait.

And wait some more.

I knock again.

Then I hear the muffled rustling, a soft curse, locks being undone and then the heavy glass door flies open.

Shit.

I’m not prepared.

My reaction to her is visceral. My memories, the drawings, they did her no justice. She’s not just beautiful… she’s absolutely breathtaking.

Soft, brown curls frame her heart shaped face like a thick, rich mane. It pools over her shoulders, the loose coils bouncing with every slight movement she makes. Her skin is tan, golden, covered with the slightest dusting of freckles around her delicate nose. Hazel eyes peek up at me through full dark lashes.

Fuck.

It feels like there’s an invisible chord, tugging from each end, pulling us towards each other like magnets. My body thrums, the blood rushes in my ears, pleasure flooding my veins from just the sight of her standing so close.

I take a short, almost involuntary step closer. Her breath hitches, eyes widening slightly.

The sound goes straight through me, making my c**k jump behind the zipper of pants. I shift my weight on my feet.

The bond between us pulses with life, shooting electric currents up my spine. Fogging my brain. I want to speak, I try to. But I’m completely consumed by her presence.

She worries her bottom lip with her teeth, and it takes a supernatural level of self-control to not reach out and capture her full mouth between mine.

I clear my throat, “Hello,” I say carefully, “I’m Kieran.”

Her eyes dark back and forth between the items in my hands.

“These are for you.”

Her gaze snaps up to my face, suddenly sharp, “Why?”

I hold her stare, “For saving my life.”

There’s a pause.

“You remember.” She whispers as though I’m not there.

“Yes,” I say, “I do. And I’m grateful. And-”

She lifts a hand, cutting me off mid-sentence. “I don’t want them,” She says, the sides of her mouth pulled down in a slight frown, “And you’re welcome. If that’s all-” she shifts, moving to shut the door in my face.

“Wait. Wait!” I lift a hand, stopping her.

“What?”

I shake my head, unsure of what to say, “There’s more.”

She c***s a delicate brow, and damn if it’s not the hottest thing ever. “What else?”

“You’re gonna act like you don’t feel it? Like you don’t know what I am to you?”

Her nostrils flare, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Instantly, my mood sours. “Bullshit.” I say.

Her eyes drop to the ground, she presses two fingers to her temple before meeting my gaze once more, “I saved your life, you came to thank me and like I said, you are welcome. What else is there to it?”

I lick my lips, and I don’t miss the way her eyes drop to the action, heating at the edges.

“We’re m-”

“You,” She interrupts, her voice loud, “Need to leave. I appreciate the gifts but it was really unnecessary.”

My eyes narrow. There’s no way she can’t feel the energy pulsing between us. There’s no way she’s oblivious to the mate bond. But for some reason, she’s hellbent on shutting me down, pushing me away.

I sigh, dropping my gaze to my hands, “Accept them and I’ll be on my way.” My eyes lift to hers, “I’m just trying to show my gratitude. I would be dead if it weren't for you.”

“If I take the gifts,” she says, “You’ll leave?”

I take a moment to stare at her, hating the way my gut churns at her request. Forcing myself to nod once, “Yes,” I say, “I’ll be on my way.”

She snatches the items from my hands, pressing them to her chest. She jerks her chin in the direction I came, “Off you go.”

And despite the fact that I’d give anything to remain here, simply existing in her presence, a grin jerks the corner of my mouth.

I duck my head, taking a step away from the door. My eyes hold hers for a long moment, and I pivot on my heels, walking back down the street to my car.

Once in the confines of the vehicle, it feels like I can finally breathe. I cast a glance back at her doorway, she’s gone, but I don’t miss the crumpled bouquet of flowers, or the balled up thank you card poking thought the opening of the trashcan in front of her door.

A disbelieving laugh tumbles out of me. I shake my head, turning on the ignition and driving away.