The Alpha's Forgotten Mate

14. Let's Play A Game

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"Jamie..." Maria hissed as she held out the phone to an adamant Jamie who refused to take it from her.

Rowan, on the other hand, was having his patience tested by his mate.

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO HIM!" Jamie said, making sure that she was loud and clear enough for her mate to hear.

She did not want to talk to that i***t and she did not plan to do it. Even though it was also her who had NOT missed him just half an hour ago.

"Put the phone on speaker." Rowan said patiently.

Jamie had to resist the urge to narrow her eyes at the phone because her human hearing was not supposed to pick that up.

Maria placed the phone down and ran for her life before Jamie had a chance to react. She also turned on her heels, ready to tiptoe back to her room but her mate knew her enough to predict that.

"Don't even think about it, woman."

Jamie rolled her eyes. "I do have a name, you know." She said, turning back to glare at the phone sitting there as if she was face to face with her pain in the ass of a mate.

"I do not care." He said.

"Then why the hell do you want to talk to me?" She asked. She was fighting the urge to pick up the phone and maybe switch to a video call so that she could see her mate. But she knew better. She knew that anything and everything she felt hearing or thinking about Rowan had nothing to do with him and her as a person. It was just the wretched mate bond - the silver thread that bound two wolves together primevally and carnally no matter how they thought about one another emotionally.

The Moon Goddess did not really think it through before laying down the rules of the mate bond. She did not think of the possibility of this beautiful and sacred connection becoming a curse to those wolves who were tangled up in the complexity of human nature.

But Jamie was Jamie. She did not dwell much on any of this. She did not have the time or interest to dwell much on any of this.

Instead, she was in the mood to play with him. It was not like he could force himself on her and shut her up from a hundred miles away.

"Let's play a game." A devilish smile appeared on her face as she sat down on the couch right in front of the phone, leaning forward. And she could hear the exasperated sigh that her mate let out, notifying her that he was hating the situation as much as she was enjoying it.

The only reason Rowan could not bring himself to hang up the phone was that his wolf was pent-up and frustrated with the lack of contact with his mate. Primal instincts. Carnal desires. All of these were going to be the death of him.

But it did not seem like Jamie was in the kind of pain that he was in.

Of course. She was completely detached from her werewolf side at this point. She was free from the torture. What was supposed to be a punishment had played out to be a blessing for her in this situation.

This was not the first time that punishments worked in her favor.

He locked her up in an estate for four years and instead of brooding over being caged and being without her wolf, she enjoyed a life of grandeur, never expressing any wish to leave the premises or have her freedom. He had not expected that from a nomadic serial killer.

He had contained the Plague with the mate bond. And that had made him the most powerful and feared Alpha of all time.

But sometimes he wondered if it was her who was containing him, controlling him. He almost told himself that he was overthinking it because his mate did have a talent for getting into people's heads, but sometimes when he would accidentally catch the triumphant smirk on his mate's face, the shared emotion of happiness, satisfaction, and something wicked that he knew not to be his own, he wondered if there was something that his mate was hiding away inside her. If there was something she was plotting behind the facade of being a squandering, lazy, and spoiled brat.

"Let's play a game where I will not answer your questions as long as you do not take my name." Jamie giggled at the end, satisfied with herself as she heard a growl of annoyance from the other side.

Rowan, on the other hand, was having a hard time controlling his wolf as he soaked in the sweet melodious sing-song voice of his mate. How could a serial killer sound like this?

"She is a psycho." The Alpha remembered the words of Rebel Lawrence, a nomadic warrior who belonged to one of the packs of the Northern Mountains. He had left his pack, and true to his name had become a rebellious warrior slaying down on anything and everything that endangered the existence of the were-community. He was a total badass. "But I feel like there is more to her than the lives she took."

"It is not happening." He said finally.

"Okay, I will get Maria."

"No."

"Hey Rowan."

"What?"

"What's your mate's name?"

"Shut up!" Rowan did not like how childish he sounded at that moment.

He had stayed away from any social confrontation with Jamie for the last four years. He did not want anything to do with her other than to make her bear his children. It would be her only contribution to the world before she got punished for the sins that she had committed. He was not thrilled to have the blood of a sinner run through the veins of his offspring but as mentioned before, due to the shortcomings of the great plan the Moon Goddess had for her children, Alpha Rowan Serge did not have any other choice.

But now, he was willing to hold a conversation, just because he had not had her in the last week. He did not like how f*****g weak he sounded to himself. He was an Alpha, not some nympho low-life to want to find release in the voice of his unfortunately destined mate over the phone.

He hated himself for this.

But he could not stop himself from living this nightmare and humiliation.

He felt weak.

And he hated more than everything that she did not have this nightmare going on for her.

Little did he know that it was not because of her being human, but because of the strength of the very core of her existence that completely wiped out any emotion or desire that she did not require.

"What's my name, Rowan?" Jamie was completely aware of the effect she would have on her mate, even though she could not feel it. She was Jamie. She knew things that there was no way she could know about. She knew magic, she knew secrets, she knew everything.

An eternal curse did have some perks of its own.

Just the way his mate uttered his name was enough to make his veins bulge where he did not want it.

"I am hanging up."

Jamie snickered at how drained and scratchy her mate's voice sounded. He was suffering, just as she had expected. And her mockery of his situation really jabbed at Rowan's ego as a man and an Alpha. He could not tolerate the humiliation.

Rowan had half a thought to fly back to his apartment and show the she-wolf her place in the hierarchy of power.

That could be a problem - he would know all that was happening behind his back if that happened.

But, as unfortunate as Jamie's luck had been towards her for the past six years, her curse was once again proving itself to be a capable ally. She peeked into his mind just for a moment as soon as she let out her amusement and knew immediately what was brewing in his mind.

Uh oh.

It was time for damage control.

"Jeez, I am kidding." She said, backing down and swallowing her pride. "As if I would not be able to swallow my meals if you don't call me by my name."

Rowan paused, his finger hovering over the 'end call' button.

"I wanted to ask about the whole heat thing." She said. "I am pretty sure Maria already told you what was going on."

"That you want to cover up your hate?" He was back to sounding like the i***t that he was. "Why are you so worried? You think they will even think of taking the chance with you-"

"I won't have a heat."

Rowan stopped speaking and the realization hit him. "You are worried that they might know about your situation."

"Not really. They are not anything Maria can't take down."

There had been several assassination attempts against her when she had first become the Luna. The flame of vengeance was new and raging and nobody was willing to think of the future of the pack - they just wanted justice for their loved ones.

But then, Maria had shown them their place. Jamie never had to lift a finger to protect herself - Maria always did the work for her. And it was good that she did because if it had been left to Jamie, then the body count would have just risen about the set number, and that would not have looked good for her or the pack.

"Then why are you so worried?"

"I like them." Jamie said bluntly and her mate responded in the way that she was sure he would. Jamie was left to wonder if she had given her stupid mate another reason to come visit. She could be very stupid at times when she had not had her strawberry lemonade.

"You like them?" He asked, his voice dripping with venom.

"Yeah. They remind me of my brothers." It was a lie. Her brothers were nothing like these idiots. Her baby brothers took idiocy to some other level that could never be attained by anyone else.

"Your brothers?" Rowan was surprised. Jamie had brothers? Were they alive? Were they crooked and evil like her?

"Yes, my brothers." She rolled her eyes. "Which is why I don't want to see them being neutralized by Maria or be replaced by some other people with whom I will have to get accustomed to in case Felix or Ody decide to try to take my head once they get to know I am human and as vulnerable as ever."

"Fair enough."

"I am going to hang up now."

"Okay."

Jamie was about to press the red 'end call' button but, as always, she was an i***t who had not grown out of her sixteen-year-old self.

"Also..."

"Also?"

"I may or may not have threatened the trio and went and joined a college course."

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