The New Mate

Chapter 3

Blaise

Blaise had a hard time pulling away from her and an even harder time not touching her. He knew once he did he wouldn’t be able to stop, so he left Quinn in charge of dealing with her until they got back to the packhouse. It didn’t take long to get back to his office and give Sheila instructions before heading to the garage. His driver was already pulled up and Quinn sat in the back with the woman. As soon as Blaise opened the door, her scent hit him. She stared down at the floor with her back straight as the car took off.

‘What are we going to do with your mate?’ Quinn asked through mindlink.

‘She’s not my mate, Quinn, and WE are not doing anything. YOU are going to take her to my room and let me deal with her.’ Blaise responded and glared at him. Quinn smirked.

‘Then why don’t you want to touch her?’ He teased.

‘Quinn.’ Blaise scolded.

‘Okay, okay. But you’ve got to admit there’s something about her.’

“Yes, something.” Blaise said the last part out loud and the woman looked up at him with light grey eyes. “Care to tell me your name?”

“Not really.” She countered then looked out the window. “Where are you taking me?” She asked without looking back at him.

“Home.” Blaise said simply. The woman didn’t shift her gaze from the window, but tensed considerably.

“To your pack?” She said more than questioned in a small tight voice. Blaise and Quinn exchanged looks and Blaise shifted in his seat until he was sitting straighter.

“You seem to know a great deal about our kind. You’ve had dealings with packs before?” Quinn asked gently.

“Not yours. Not yet.” She seemed pale and cold, not as cocky as she had seemed moments ago. Blaise could feel the fear and hesitation coming from her and, though her eyes still searched through the window, he could see them glaze over and fill with unshed tears. She seemed weak and he looked her over completely for the first time. Her clothes seemed well worn and the subtle smell of dried blood came from her, mixing with the overwhelming lemon and ginger. She looked in need of rest and a meal. Blaise had already planned on keeping her busy tonight with a string of questions and punishments, not necessarily in that order; to which had his heart leaping with anticipation, but suddenly thought better of it.

The rest of the ride was made in silence. When they entered the property, the sun was setting and the woods around the property had already darkened considerably. The woman seemed to tense even more, fear coming off her in waves. The driver pulled in front of the elevators in the underground garage to let them out before parking the car for the night. When the elevator took them to the fifth floor, Quinn led the woman to the bathroom and told her to shower as Blaise took off his suit jacket and shoes in the main room of his suite.

“Send Lauren up and have her bring something for her to sleep in. And have Carter send something for dinner.” Blaise told him while taking off his socks.

“You got it boss.” Quinn replied, an obvious skip in his step that was starting to get on Blaise’s nerves. Blaise retrieved the woman’s blade and turned it over in his hand, then set it in a drawer underneath his mini bar before pouring a glass of bourbon. He sipped it lightly as he scratched a list down on his notepad. Blaise set down his drink and walked into the bathroom, taking a small peek at her as she showered behind the glass in the center. He found her clothes and sorted through them. He had been right, lots of dried blood was caked here and there. Nothing in her pockets but a few bills, a rounded piece of amber on a chain and a small sprig of rosemary; probably to hide her scent, he thought.

“There’s a lot of dried blood here.” Blaise said to her and she gasped slightly, then turned to him more fully as she rinsed her hair. He couldn’t help but look at her completely. She seemed unfazed by her nakedness and his attention, in fact, she seemed to go back to irritated and he almost wanted to smile.

“It’s not mine.” She said keeping an open eye on him.

“Whose is it?” Blaise asked and she smiled slightly. A knock came at the door and he waited for her to answer.

“Someone else’s.” She said with a shrug and turned away from him to retrieve body wash. Blaise’s eyes narrowed slightly and the knock came again. He pushed himself off the counter and answered the door with her clothes in hand. Lauren stood with a soft smile holding a white silk nightgown.

“Thank you Lauren.” Blaise said as he took the nightgown from her.

“Of course.” Lauren’s deep brown eyes attempted to search around his massive form, but failed and she straightened when Blaise met her eyes. As Landon’s mate and Gamma female, she had more responsibility thrust on her than anyone. Quinn was unmated and after Evelyn…Blaise shook his head to squash the guilt, forgetting that the small mouse of a woman had done her due diligence with fervor.

“Replace these.” He said handing her the pile of clothes. “Then discard them. Here is my list.” He handed her the list and his credit card, knowing nothing could be done until morning.

“Yes Alpha.” She nodded curtly and made another small attempt to look around him, before turning towards the elevator. Blaise closed the door as he heard the water shut off. He made his way to the bed and laid the gown down. After a moment of quiet cursing from the bathroom, the woman came out wrapped in a towel. Blaise stood with his back against the wall and his arms crossed.

“Where are my f*****g clothes?” She spoke angrily.

“That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble.” He responded. “You can wear that.” He nodded at the nightgown on the bed, trying to keep from putting his hands all over her.

“Aren’t you going to turn around?”

“You seem like the type of woman who needs a constant eye.” He replied. The woman narrowed her eyes then gave a twisted smile. She pulled the towel off, revealing her perfect curvy form and slowly reached for the thin fabric.

“f*****g wolves, always chasing a tail.” That was all it took for Blaise to lose it. In an instant he had her pressed against the opposite wall, her wrists pinned above her head and fabric still in hand as he growled lowly in her ear. The sound of her gasp making his c**k twitch.

“I told you that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.” He could feel his wolf trying to force itself out and he breathed in her scent deeply as she trembled. Another knock came and he pulled away only enough to see the fear in her eyes. “Come.” He called, knowing it was Carter. The fear in her heightened and she blushed as she tried to duck further into his form, making Blaise lift his lip in a smirk. “What’s the matter, love? Suddenly shy?” She looked back up at him with pleading eyes, but he made no movement.

“Your dinner, Alpha.” Carter said after clearing his throat.

“Table.” Blaise said shortly and after the table was set, the man bowed lightly to him. “Thank you Carter.” The door closed behind him and Blaise inhaled her scent again before struggling to let her go completely. He could hear her let out the breath she was holding and she quickly put the thin fabric over her frame. “Sit. You need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” She said softly. Blaise shook his head slightly and went back to the mini bar pouring another glass and refilling his. He dropped a couple small red granules into her glass and turned back to her.

“A nightcap then?” He handed her the drink and she took it tentatively. While Blaise sipped on his she took a large gulp of hers. It didn’t take long before she was fighting the heavy pull to sleep and she slammed the glass on the table, looking at him with accusation. She weaved slightly and retreated away from him. Blaise set down his glass and caught her before she hit the floor. The sparks hit him like lightening as he pushed away the guilt. “I promise, you’ll wake up.” He whispered as he set her in the bed and covered her up.

“So sweet.” Quinn teased from behind him. He sat down at the table and began eating the linguini. As he lifted the glass of bourbon, Blaise took it from his hands. Quinn looked insulted and Blaise raised a brow.

“Belladonna. I wont be carrying you to bed.” He said and dumped the liquid in the sink, pouring Quinn a fresh one, then sat down across from him. “What are you doing here?” Quinn gestured for him to start eating before he answered.

“Oh, well Carter was under the impression that you were in here planning to r**e an unsuspecting woman, so he asked me to check on her.” He said with a smirk and Blaise rolled his eyes. “Relax. I set him straight and I knew you weren’t going to do any such thing. Though you are starting to throw me off a little.” He shrugged reaching for his bourbon.

“Yeah I’m definitely thrown off.” Blaise said rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s hiding something. Something big. I can feel it.” Quinn slowed his movements and looked at his friend with concern.

“There’s just something about her, huh?” Quinn said with sympathy. “Well, hey, at least we got our Italian.” He finished with a laugh and Blaise shook his head and returned his attention to his meal.