His Chosen Mate (Complete- Standalone)

Chapter 15

We left the cabin holding hands, both freshly marked, our scent of s*x circulating. We had claimed each other, I had heard that sometimes the mate bond felt like an out of body experience, that one would lose themselves to the bond. This was exactly what had happened. A man I feared and didn't want was now branded on my body, his soul intertwining with mine. As the afterglow was flickering out the panic started to set in. What was I going to do? Keep up the facade. You have to plan your escape. His demise. I told myself while my wolf whined in response.

He opened the car door for me. Before he could close it, I beckoned him over with my finger, smiling. I shifted in my seat, so I was facing out, he pushed himself between my thighs and grabbed the back of my head, his fingers entangled in my hair as he shoved his tongue into my mouth.

The sudden force into my mouth was unexpected, but my tongue was quick to welcome him. I leaned back drawing his body on top of me. The car’s console uncomfortably underneath my back but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel his weight on top of me again.

"Mine." I purred at him.

"Mine." His voice dominating and gruff as he dug his claws into my thighs.

I let out a few moans before I seductively whispered in his ear, "They are expecting us," I reminded him.

But it was too late, there was no stopping him once he started. He tore through my jeans with one swift motion. He dragged my ass to the edge of the car seat, throwing one leg on top of the opened car door. His hungry gaze seared my skin, his devouring need for me was clear. I gasped as he ripped away the rest of my jeans, he pulled my panties to the side and growled at the wetness before slamming his d**k deep inside of me again. His power claiming me again, I could feel him stretching me, his massive girth in my belly as he spread me open, pushing my thighs as far back as they could go. He did not relent, both of his hands pushing down on my thighs. He watched himself go in and out. Every time he slammed into me his teeth would clench, he filled me with such undeniable force but my body craved this, craved everything he could give me. He pounded into me over and over again until I screamed, ecstasy ripping through me, he came again, howling as he released his seed deep within me.

My body milking, eager for every drop. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him towards me, holding him inside me. He rested his body on top of me, his head on my chest.

“Mate,” He panted, both our chests rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“Mate.” I confirmed.

We laid there for several minutes before I felt a vibrating from his phone. He got himself up and answered.

“What?” His tone was annoyed.

I’m calling to check on my niece. I could hear my Uncle on the other end.

“She is just fine.”

"Well, can I talk to her?" My Uncle asked.

“We will see you in a bit. We are heading to your location.”

Troy hung up the phone, as he finished buttoning his pants.

I had made an attempt to fix my destroyed pants, draping fabric to cover as much as I could.

“Sorry about that, I will get you new ones.” He said plainly as he walked around the car, hopping into the driver's seat.

“I have plenty at home, I don’t mind losing a few pairs like that.” I smiled at him.

I could tell he was annoyed. Was it because I said home? Suddenly I felt insecure and unsafe. What the f*ck are we doing?

“We are heading to see your Uncle. Do you have something to put on?”

“My bags are with him in the old packhouse.” I answered, my voice sounding a lot less confidenet that I prefered.

“Okay, I will get them.” His attitude was drastically different, his words were abrupt. It was insane how his demeanor had changed, he was cold and rigid again. He had just f****d me with such intensity and passion but now his eyes looked empty, soulless. He didn’t look at me when he talked to me. His tone was just annoyed and angry.We drove the short distance from the cabin to the packhouse in silence.

When we arrived, he ordered me to stay in the car. He first grabbed my bags and brought them back to the car. Placing them in the back seat. "Stay put." He ordered, his eyes no longer penetrating me with lust but with anger.

He then went back over to my uncle and cousin standing in front of the old pack house steps. They were talking and then they shook hands.

Troy returned to the car no more than five minutes later and we took off heading out of the old packlands, back towards the city. He abruptly pulled over, “Change.”, he ordered, "I don't want you half naked." His words coated with disgust.

I opened the passenger door and made my way to my bags in the backseat, I didn’t have much to change into. I had one maxi dress and some pjs. I slipped on the maxi dress, put on earrings, a spritz of perfume and pulled my hair half up, leaving a few strands to frame my face.

“You don’t have anything nicer than that?” He said as he eyed me over when I returned to the passenger seat.

I ignored him. His words stung a bit but I knew he was trying to inflict pain. But why? Was he embarrassed that I was his mate? Was he confused about the mate bond? Did he regret what we had just done?Was he just used to this abrasive, abusive relationship with women? Gah what was I thinking? Why did I care?! I reminded myself, f**k him!

“It's a quicker drive from here to our packlands. Its about two hours from the city.” He said seemingly out of no where. His mood had evened out and he was now inclined to be a tour guide.

“Have you ever been east of the city?” He asked.

“We went to Sugarloaf when I was a kid.” I looked at him puzzled. I couldn't understand his mood swings. Sometimes he seemed normally and then other times everything he said was through gritted teeth and his words were laced with hate.

“Our pack used to be right near there in Moonridge, but with human expansion, we moved a bit northwest of that and took up some private lands, making a settlement called New Moon.” His tone was even and he sounded a bit happy.

“Does the whole pack live out there?” I asked cautiously. His mood went from super hot to cold to medium.

“Yeah, I have a few condos and penthouses in the city, for when we have affairs that need us to stay close. But you’ll be staying out here with the pack.”

“How many members does your pack have?”

“381.” He was proud of that, I could tell.

“Do they know I am coming?”

“They do.” He answered, sounding happy.

“Are they expecting a Luna or-”

He cut me off, “They are expecting my mate.” The words spit out of his mouth with disgust. What the f**k was his deal?

“I can’t tell, do you just dislike me or is it the whole concept of a mate or is it the mention of being Luna, which disgusts you?” I asked. I honestly didn't understand his fickle emotions.

“All of the above,” He said his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his jaw tightened. I could see the physical transformation of his hate and disgust.

“It seemed like you liked me and being my mate in the cabin,” I pointed out.

He ignored that comment. “When I introduce you, mind your tongue, do you understand me?” His tone was wicked and his eyes glared at me. I noticed how they weren't just green anymore but a gray swirl was sweeping through them. They were turning black again.

“What is wrong with you?" I said, shocked by his sudden aggression, "Have you ever thought about getting on a mood stabilizer? You are up and down, all over the place.”

A sudden snap and crack, my vision blurred and my ears rung. I looked at the window beside me, cracked and covered in blood. Had we crashed? My head was throbbing and I was having issues looking out of my right eye. I slowly turned and looked at Troy, driving. He was furious, he had half shifted, his wolf snarling and breathing heavily, while the rest of him continued to drive the car. I blinked. What just happened? We didn't crash? Had he hit me? I put my hand to my face and felt the warm blood. Then everything went black.