The Forgotten Mate

The painting.

I have to create my own piece! For the public! For someone to possibly HAVE! If my subconscious can hyperventilate, it definitely is. I guess Grandma saw this and put her arms around my shoulders.

"Why don't we get all 6 artists committed first, then talk about a piece from Lexi?"

Sometimes, I think that Grandma has a telepathic ability. Her salves, tonic, and mixtures are just a goddess gift, but I truly think she hides that she can read minds. She is a very smart woman.

Alpha Blake agreed, but I knew I didn't get off the hook. We continued to discuss the gala's plans and went over the menu prepared by the pack chef. Everything sounded delicious, and my stomach agreed. It grumbled so loud, Beta James looked at me and said, " I think it's time to call it a day. Someone's stomach has other plans!" I hise my face with my hands, and I hear chuckling from across the table.

"Let's go get you a burger, sweetheart."

"Goodnight Alpha Blake and Beta James," Grandma and I said.

"Goodnight," they said in unison.

Grandma gets all the ingredients for burgers while I head to my room to change. I return in my cofy clothes, and we sit down to eat. Grandma clears her throat before speaking, "Lexi dear, I know you are nervous, but this would be good for you. You stay late at the gallery, working on techniques, and just get lost with a brush in your hand and your mind. Do you think I wouldn't have seen this as an opportunity for you?"

"I appreciate it, Grandma. I really do. I am just really nervous. What if no one likes it, or does no one buy it?"

It's not a happy, though, and it breaks rule #4. Be confident. " I almost broke #4 right there," I said, laughing. " It was close but remembered. You raised me to be confident in everything I do,"

Grandma laughs and starts in on her burger. We don't need to talk when we sit down to eat. We enjoy the silence of each other's company. Good people and good foos are all I need. After dinner, we both clean up and head to bed.

I take a moment to process today. Alpha Blake wants me to make a piece for the Gala. Feeling suddenly overwhelmed, I look at the photo on my nightstand. It's the only photo I have of my family. It's the only photo from that night.

Thinking about them, inspiration struck. It's not a happy-go-lucky kind of inspiration. It's more like raw and reeling. I close my eyes, pull out my sketch book, and just start drawing thin lines with a pencil.

Hours passed, and before I knew it, the sun was starting to rise. Some time while sketching, I fell asleep. Luckily, my drool was on my pillow and not my sketch book. Rubbing my eyes, I groggily got up to go to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked by what I saw.

My face was smudged with colors. Black, white, grey, but mostly a vivid green. I hurried back to my room to find my sketch book. I turned the book over to see piercing green eyes starting back at me. It is surrounded by a grey fog and black tufts of fur line the edge of the page.

I'm gasping for air as the realism of the photo shakes me to my core. Shivers run up and down my spine. A warm feeling traveling south on my body.

A thought comes to mind. All these years, I have wondered what happened to my family and never found any answers. This Gala will have every pack that signed the Treaty. 23 packs. 100 wolves all Alphas with their Beta or Gamma. It would be perfect. But I have to be careful. This could be a huge threat to the Treaty if I get caught.

...2 weeks later...

Grandma and I are moving along with the preparations. The invitations were sent, hall decorated, and the chef was working non-stop with the omegas. All 6 artists have had their pieces delivered, and I must say, they are all breathtaking. But mine... I haven't even started painting. The sketch was the only thing I did.

"I really should get going on this," I huffed out loud. Like rule #2 Don't start something you can not finish.

I head to the gallery's workshop to put on my apron. I collect a canvas, some brushes and paints. I want to make this an interactive piece. Something the viewer can touch. Emerging from the space, I notice it's dark outside. Had I really been here all day? My stomach growled in agreement. Well, I guess that answers my question. I know my creation has to dry, so there's nothing more I can do right now.

I head out into the night to walk to my carin the next lot over. It's eerie out, any I have an unshakable feeling I am being watched. The hairs on my next stand up and shivers run down my spine. The same warm feeling spreads over me, it feels.... familiar. I look around anxiously, trying to find something.. familiar. Just anything.

I turn back around towards my car and into a solid brick wall. A muscular brick wall. A muscular brick wall?! WHAT?! I look up to see this God of man towering over me. The water in the air forming droplets on his hair, his eyes are hidden by shadows, but I know they are filled with lust and curiosity and his lips. UUHHH, those lips. Just juicy looking! Did I just say JUICY? JUICY! OMG!!

I realize that my hands have made their way up his torso, and my breasts pushed up to his chest. He could probably laugh right now, and my girls would feel it. But why am I so close?! It feels familiar...

"OH MY GOD! I am so sorry, Sir! Something moved over there and scared me, " I mumbled.

I pointed over to the darker spot of the street, hoping that would mask my humiliation. In reality, I KNOW something was there, just out of sight. The tall gentleman just held me. Tender but firm. Like he knew who I was and trusted me completely.

My hand ran up that torso. Feeling every rib that is carved out of his chest. How rigid and hard it feels. My palm smoothly ran over his chest, hair flowing freely through my fingers. His shirt has disappeared, and his chest appears in the moonlight. It looks strong. Protective. Mine.

Running my hands through his hair is like the feeling grass through my fingers. Ever so the feeling of home. As my fingers roam free, his lips crush mine. Each of us is fighting for dominance. Hus tongue forces its way into my mouth, and he practically pulls the air out of my lungs. Finally, I submit, know that my submission will be my reward. He grumbles approvingly and takes over completely. His hands reach down, and he grabs both my cheeks. He lifts me up effortlessly, so I am traddling him at his waist. I wrap both arms around his neck and hold on for the ride. He backs me up to a wall and dry humps me right there. My nails are digging into shoulders, and my breath becomes rapid. The feeling is primal. Possessive. I am so close to exploding.. I just need a few more seconds

"Mine! "

Hearing those words in my head, I snap out of this trance and quickly detach myself from this man. A man shows me attention, and I just swoon! Grandma definitely didn't raise me this way. I am no one's property and never will be. How can I be anyone's property if I have never met my true half. My wolf. She has never revealed herself no matter how many times I have begged. We must've said a few words through our link over the years, but nothing is ever physical. EVER.

Shaking the feeling of understanding about this strange man, I kept him in my peripheral vision as I walked away. I drove home constantly looking in my rear view mirror for movement, but there was none. Still, the feeling of being watched remained.

I pulled into the driveway and hurried inside. I made sure I was quiet as I entered, I did not want to wake grandma at this hour. I unzipped my boots and took off my jacket. I walked into my room and stripped down to my underwear and bralette. Analyzing tonight's events in my brain...

Pacing my room, I know I need to relax. All this pent-up energy needs a release. I quickly strip and get under the covers. I open my side table draw and find my vibrator. I need a release NOW! I turn it on and run it down my chest, over my n*****s down to my c**t. Moving in circular motions, on my nub, I bring my other hand to my left n****e following the same circular pattern. I'm breathing faster now and know I'm so close. I insert and push up and find my favorite spot. My squeeze my right n****e and I instantly think of vivid greens eyes and black fur. Rough hands holding me gently and a deep voice cooing me to sleep. As his voice vibrates in my mind, I turn my vibrator on high and explode. I moan in extascy and instantly my eyes feel heavy.

I surrender to this bliss-like sleep.

I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed and energized. I look the alarm and it's only 3:30am. I haven't felt this good in so long. I don't know why but I have a feeling green eyes have something to do with it.