His To Claim

Hide And Seek

"Pardon, my lady," Elijah questioned, positive he must have misheard her.

Not your lady, I am your woman, Sabrina was tempted to say

"You are my mate," Sabrina nervously fisted her nightdress and repeated with a little more confidence this time.

Elijah was staring at her with a straight face. He scanned her expression for any hint of amusement but there was none. She has to be a really good actress for he knew she was just messing around with her. On the other hand, Sabrina was turning into a nerve-wreck by his silence.

Her brows knitted down when he started chuckling. That deep delicious chuckle.

"You got me for a second, my lady. Your theatrical skills are worthy of many praises," the traces of mirth still lingering on his appetizing bow-shaped lips.

Embarrassment colored her cheeks red. She had never imagined that one day she would have to say these things. Moreover, his mate was not believing her. Could it get any more embarrassing?

'I am speaking the truth, my lord. I felt the mate connection with you," She asserted, looking into his enigmatic amber eyes.

Her declaration caused the remnants of a smile to wipe away from his lips. His features tightened into a serious expression as he leaned back. Sabrina felt a silver of dread at the sudden shift in his demeanor.

“I am certain you have mistaken, my lady. My brother is your mate and it would be ver…”

“You smell of pine and mint,” she interrupted him. He went silent at her sudden revelation.

“I had never smelled something this addictive before. My wolf went wild when she smelled you. This can’t be a mistake, my lord. I know it’s you. Only you,” she explained desperately. Whatever it was needed to have him believe her.

“Do you not feel it? The bond?” hope shimmered in her blue eyes.

Eliza clenched his jaw. He did feel, but tremendous lust for her. He wanted to devour her, f**k her for days without a break. He wanted his name on her sweet lips when he would ravage her delicate heat with his hard shaft.

“I don’t feel any bond, my lady, and I think you should leave,” he stated emotionlessly and rose to his feet. Sabrina’s heart broke into million pieces. Her wolf, howling in agony.

“Please, my lord. I am not making false claims. I’ve felt it,” she walked over to him in utter desperation.

“You are supposed to be mateless. What you are saying doesn’t stand to reason unless you are not the goddess moon’s blessing,” he shot back in a calm but authoritative tone. She clammed up.

This was something she too was struggling to understand. She wasn’t supposed to have a mate then how.

“It’s getting late, my lady. Go and sleep. We will head out early tomorrow,” he stated and turned towards his bed.

With tears brimming her eyes, she reluctantly walked out of his chamber. The night was cold but not more than her mate. Her wolf was going mad for her mate. Her hormones were raging wild. She casted one wistful look at his chamber over her shoulder before entering her own camp.

The whole night, she remained awake, thinking about her mate. His deep voice, muscular frame, and those large firm hands, she squeezed her thighs together as sinful thoughts started to bubble in her mind.

They left the camp the next day at the first light. Elizah was riding ahead, leading the team. Sabrina was surrounded by other riders for protection reasons. Elizah hadn’t looked her way for once since the last night. Sabrina felt heartbroken. Why was he being this cruel to her? Her vision was getting blurred with tears that invaded her eyes every now and then due to his ignorance.

During the journey, she conversed with the other riders in hope of knowing more about Elizah. She learned a few more things about him. He was a man of few words and savored solitude. In other words, he was a lone wolf by choice.

After riding for hours, they finally paused near the river. The horses needed some water and rest too.

She got off the horse and walked towards the stream to drink some water. Elizah was yoking his horse. Some had left to arrange for food and some were basking in the sun.

She crouched down and collected fresh water in her cupped hands and gently splash it on her face. She closed her eyes and splashed again. A soft smile broke onto her lips as the cold water hit her face. It felt nice and refreshing.

Smiling, she absently turned her head only to catch a pair of amber eyes staring right at her, intensely. Her heart gave a loud thump when their gaze locked. Hope started to bloom in her pure heart. However, not even a moment later, Elizah ripped his gaze off her as if she wasn’t even there and turned to his horse. Disappointed, she got to her feet and walked back to where her maids were seated.

A young warrior approached her with a bunch of fruits in his hand.

“You must be hungry, my lady,” he bent and offered them to her. She gave him a soft smile and took the fruits.

“I appreciate your help…” she halted, realizing she didn’t know his name. The man let out a soft chuckle.

“My name is Booth, my lady. Booth at your service,” he dramatically bent and put his hand on his heart.

Sabrina smiled at his demonstration.

‘I am glad to know, Booth,” she replied. Booth erected his stance.

“Let me know if you needed anything else,” he said.

“I will,” she said and the man parted with a bow.

Her eyes of their own accord darted to him. To her surprise, he was already looking at her. He had seen the exchange between her and that warrior. He looked away immediately and continued sharpening his knife.