My Precious
727 Words
‘Mate? Did he just say mate?’ Aubrey looked at him in shock. She knew how the mating bond worked. She used to read some books from the library once in a while when Master Elias wasn’t around but… she couldn’t be his mate. Right? A simple human.
Donovan closed the distance between them and kneeled in front of her. “What has he done to you, beautiful angel?” Donovan extended his hand reaching out for her collar but she backed away. Hurt and sadness filled his eyes when he noticed that she was scared. “I won’t hurt you. I promise. I won’t let anyone hurt you again… I’ll try to take you out of these chains, is that ok?”
Aubrey looked at him, she felt safe around him and knew he was telling the truth, she was not sure of how she knew it but she did. Nodding softly she gave her permission to approach her. Donovan grabbed the chain around her neck, flinching when he noticed it was pure silver. Swallowing the pain that was burning his skin he broke the chains with a swift motion. The smell of burnt skin filled the air. Aubrey stared at his hand in shock.
“I...I’m so sorry!” she stuttered worrying he’ll get angry for getting burned because of her. Donovan looked at her quizzically.
“What are you apologizing for? You didn’t chained yourself.” he looked into the void for a few seconds and soon after, his second in command approached him with a bottle with a green liquid on it. “Don’t worry about this” he extended his hands and his Beta poured some drops in his hands “we’re always prepared for these kinds of incidents. See?” he showed Aubrey his hands, good as new with no visible scar. She nodded in understanding. “Can I know your name?”
“Aubrey,” she said softly.
“Aubrey” he repeated sweetly and it sounded like music when he repeated her name. “Do you know what a mate is?”
“Yes…” his smile widened.
“So you know what it means when I say you’re my mate.”
“I do… but… I’m a human.”
“So?”
“You’re a wolf.”
“You’re very intuitive…”
“Not a lot of species just have super strength, weakness to silver and growl mate.” Aubrey said teasingly. What was happening to her? She couldn’t remember the last time she joked about anything. There was something about this werewolf that made her feel… real again. Full.
Donovan chuckled softly at her response but remained serious “Aubrey… why are you here? Do you know why Elias had you chained?”
“I have been Master Elias’ slave since I was ten years old... And he does whatever he wants with his slaves…. That’s the more accurate answer I can give you.”
“Did you know that he was hiding you from me?” Aubrey pondered about this question before answering.
“Master Elias said something about ‘smelling a wolf’s arousal when he sensed my scent on him’ before chaining me” apparently this answer made him blush.
“Please, stop calling him Master Elias, he no longer owns you.” Aubrey’s eyes grew wide when he said this.
“What?”
“You are no longer nor will you ever be again a slave.”
“But… We’re in vampire’s domains…”
“We have an international treaty that allows vampires to own humans but the treaty does not apply if such human is mated to a werewolf or belongs to the royal family of any of the other clans.” he said with a smile. Aubrey’s heart skipped a beat with this new information. She’s free now? Is she really free?
“Wait but… Mast… Elias… he, he won’t let me leave.”
“What do you mean? He’s not over our treaties.”
“He said he rather had me death than let anyone else have me.” she heard her mate growl angrily at this statement. She lowered her head and looked at her wrists. “He even put these on me. He told me that if I ever try to cross his territory an electrical shock would kill me…”
Donovan took her hands in his. Electricity could be felt from where he was touching her, the good kind of electricity. Like her skin has been waiting for his touch all her life. He examined her hand trying to not get distracted by how good it felt to touch her. To finally touch his mate.
“Aubrey… these… have magic on them. Constraining magic.”
“What does that mean?”
“Aubrey… Are you sure you’re human?”
“What…” she started asking but a loud voice interrupted them.
“Take your filthy hands away from my Precious.”
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