His To Claim

Jealous

"Get off me, you chump," she started raining punches on his chest. He blinked blankly before realising she was trying to push him off her. He reluctantly got off her and swiftly turned around. The urge to see her sacred spot was irresistible but he resisted. But he was a man of patience. She was not his. She belonged to his brother and he cannot betray his brother.

He adjusted his pants and cleared his throat.

"You shouldn't have leave without telling anyone. This forest is full of threats and you might.."

"I have nothing to wear," she ignored his scolding and admitted in a bitter tone. Elizah gritted his teeth. He didn't like being cut by anyone but he let it slide only this time. It was just a matter of a few days. He took off his blood soaked shirt and offered to her without looking her way. Sabrina snatched the shirt from his hand and quickly wore it on. It smelled of him. For a moment, she felt like she was in heaven.

"Are you decent?" the man asked, still not looking her way.

"Yes," she answered in an unenthusiastic tone.

"We should head back then," he told her. She nodedd in disappointment and fell in line behind him.

He waited till they were walking next to next. He didn't want anyone to grab her from behind.

He snuck a glance at her and felt desire flare inside him when he took note of her long slender legs. His shirt was reaching down to her mid thigh. She was looking like a temptress in his oversized shirt. Even with her hidden assets, she looked irresistible. The discomfort in his pants was back.

They walked in utter silence.

"How did you find me?" she broke the silence and turned her face towards him.

"I followed your pawprint," he answered, looking ahead. She gave a nod in understanding.

"Things would have been easier if you had your wolf," she stated. He would have recognized her and who knows they might have mated by now.

"I don't need a wolf to prove my worth," his voice was tight, clearly offended by her remark.

"I've come this far without a wolf,' he shifted his gaze on her face and added.

"And a mate?" she asked, hope shimmering in her eyes.

His eyes returned to the front.

"Only those with wolf has a mate, I don'thave any and so I don't have a mate," he answered without an ounce of emotion.

"You do. You have a mate, Elizah. And she is standing in front of you," she stood in front of him, blocking his way. Tears of desperation was visible in her eyes.

"You just have to accept her," she cupped her face and whispered as a drop of tear tumbled down her eyes. The warmth of her hand was comforting.

He grabbed her hand and forced them off his face.

"I don't have a mate," he stated in a cold tone, staring into her eyes, before letting go of her hand.

He walked past her without a word. Sabrina couldn't hold back her tears which continued to trail down her eyes.

"You are cruel," she sniveled, making him halt for a second. He looked at her over his shoulder but continued walking the next moment.

They reached the camp after almost an hour.

But before entering the camp, he told her to wear her dress. He didn't want anyone to doubt them.

She complied without a word. Elizah took his shirt and started leading her towards the camp. When they reached, he walked away from her. The maids crowded her as soon as she appeared. They all looked concerned. Her eyes remained glued on his broad back until he disappeared from her line of sight.

"You scared all of us?" Booth came from behind her. Sabrina turned towards her. He was smiling down at her.

"I apologize. I didn't intend to," she said with a small smile.

Booth chuckled loudly.

"Sometimes it's difficult to believe you are a princess," he remarked on a lighter note.

"why?" she asked

"You are too nice to be a princess," Booth answered. Sabrina laughed at his answer. Booth joined in.

"Booth," a cold voice boomed, prompting them to look towards a seething Elizah.

He was glaring at them, precisely at Booth.

"Get here," he shouted at Booth with a venom laced tone.

Booth bowed to Sabrina before walking towards Elizah.

Elizah glared at Sabrina for a few seconds before turning away.

Sabrina smirked in contentment, realizing he was jealous.

Hope flickered inside Sabrina when she noticed the scowl plastered across his handsome face. It made her feel giddy from inside. He did feel jealous, didn't he? Maybe, he does feel something for her. Maybe a flicker of passion or just lust, whatever it is, she would take it and use it to her advantage.

Seduction was her weapon and her mate was her prey.