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~ELANA~
Arden and I eventually moved to the pack on the Alpha's demand.
This was just another way of him confirming he didn't trust the matebond between us.
Arden bought one of the houses on the Alpha's personal land, strongly objecting my idea of finding a house outside the Alpha's territory and that alone had sparked quiet jealousy in the hearts of almost all the pack members.
We moved in yesterday and we'd spent a night together, trying to blend into the lives of every other mates.
It'd been two weeks since I met Arden already. Since he walked into this pack and rescued me from what had seemed to be my fate.
But aside the matebond we shared, there was nothing else that could indicate we were mates.
Alpha Salvatore wasn't completely wrong for suspecting something was wrong with our matebond, but there was still a lot that'll be damaged if he ever found proof to that.
When I'd asked Arden if he ever had plans of marking me as his, he didn't say a word.
He suddenly went quiet and not long after, I received a call from the Alpha insisting I moved back to the pack with my mate.
I couldn't say no, I just had to convince Arden because it was for the best.
Alpha Salvatore had raised me since I was seven and practically speaking, I could regard him as my Father.
“Father, what do you think the Alpha has in mind about me and… my mate?” I asked my godfather, the pack's priest.
"I do not know, child." He answered, his voice striken with age as he lit the sage leaf in an iron tray. “But you know what Salvatore is like."
A sigh left my lips. Not of relief, but of realization that this case was far compliacated and we were just getting started.
"Cassian is not one to accept defeat, especially when his men were murdered.” Cassian had always been known as a vengeful rogue.
“But I do not know what reason is behind his delay.” Now that was the mystery. "While Cassian is still quiet, I advised the Alpha to not reach out to him for an apology. We shall wait until he sends word to the pack.”
After few minutes, our conversation ended and he asked me to hurry out of his house before anyone from the Alpha's family would begin to suspect.
I scurried out and I wasn't surprised to see how much the darkness outside had thickened.
I'd spent the entire evening at Father Greyman's— just like when I was much younger.
He was more of a Father than anyone could ever have been, to me.
On days when the Alpha's family and even pack members treated me cruelly, Father Greyman had always been there to stand up for me.
But with everything coming, I just wasn't sure I could survive.
Cassian Thorne. The matebond. All of these were just too much for my mind to hold in.
I kept walking, placing one foot before another. As I neared our house, something was making jy heart race faster.
It was fear and confusion.
Fear of whatever the future held and confusion of what the present even was.
I didn't go into the house yet. I simply reached the frontage staircase, then sat there.
It was comfortable here… at least, I could breathe in fresh air and ponder on whatever my mind could.
My brain already felt like a misprogrammed bot and this was nothing close to everything I imagined or ever wished for.
I prayed for a mate. Earnestly. And eventually, I got one.
But I should have prayed for love. I should've begged the moon goddess for a mate whose actions wouldn't confuse me.
I didn't know what love exactly was, or what it looked like, but I knew what love wasn't.
Love wasn't uncertainty. Love was everything way behind a mere matebond.
Love wasn't something represented by a matebond or something that began to exist after a matebond appeared.
Love didn't come with uncertainties. It came with assurance, and reassurance.
While my eyes remained fixed on the blue, lonely sky, I could hear him coming from behind me.
I wasn't entirely wolfless. I could still at least, sniff scents.
Arden walked behind me, then joined me on the floor.
I didn't say a word or bring my eyes down, but he simply just cupped my face and pulled my face closer.
“What—" Before I could grasp knowledge of whatever was happening, our liso touched and he kissed me.
My breath ceased for half a second, and my eyes shot out.
Our lips connected with passion and he pulled them like he was hungry.
When he finally dressed back, our eyes remained locked.
I almost touched my lips again, but I held back. " Someone is watching, Elana.” He whispered to my eyes, standing close enough.
He stood, casually walking down the stairs like kissing me was nothing.
"Arden.” I scurried after him.
"What did you just do?” I tried to keep my voice so low, but the whisper was even sharper.
“I kissed my mate." He answered coldly and with so much audacity that cleared my mind of every other word I should have said.
“You're not expecting me to apologize for that, are you?" Truth be told, I didn't really know. I didn't know what was coursing through my body at that moment but it was electric and it made me want more.
Arden and I hadn't spoken like real mates in days because somehow, we didn't seem to see eye-to-eye on matters so I practically have been avoiding him.
“You can't just do that, Arden." I said.
He stood —not froze. He stood, eyes pinned on me like he was waiting for what I'd do next.
“Of course, I can. I can kiss my mate." He corrected before I said another word, then before I knew it, he was walking towards me.
The distance was closing and the once much-needed air was starting to suffocate my lungs.
Something in me reacted in an unidentifiable manner.
“Finally want to talk to me?" His lips curved into a smirk.
My mouth couldn't provide an answer, neither could my heart— because I was too far from present.
Every damn sound quieted and echoed in the same minute, but my attention was far away. Miles away,
His lips… how they moved. How soft they were, just minutes ago.
Shit. And that urge weakened every little bit of my self-control, fueling me with nothing but the desire to take his lips with mine.
"Pardon me.” I told him, my breath shaky. I'd never done this before but now that it'd happened, everything within me wanted to do it all over again.
“For what?” His brows knitted together.
"Having my first proper kiss moment.” I whispered, and without a second thought, I stood on my toes and kissed Arden.
Our lips touched but it didn't stop there. Arden didn't hold back either.
His hands held my back, as if guiding me yet exploring my body as they travelled down to my lower back.
I didn't know to stop. Because I loved his hands on me. I loved how that ticklish feeling that surged through me when his hands brushed my skin.
God. My first kiss. My first mate.
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