Her Unforgettable Mate

Chapter 5

    "Come in," Andrew said just before the door opened and in walked a man and a women. The man stood about half a foot taller than Andrew, and with muscles that seemed to be straining his shirt. But what caught his attention was the same electric blue eyes as Freya. Next to him was the women who stood about the same height as Freya, with the same light brown/blonde hair and similar frame. 

    "Mom, Dad," she greeted them with a smile and hugs. Mom and Dad.. they are her parents? Andrew thought, that mus mean that they are the Alpha and Luna. He paled nervously as his palms started to sweat. 

    "A-Alpha, Luna," he greeted them with a slight bow.

    "You can stand up straight, son. It is I who should be bowing to you for what you did for my daughter," Alpha Damien chuckled.

    "Truthfully, I did not realize that I was helping a werewolf. But, now that i do, I'm glad i did," he responded with a smile towards Freya. 

    Her heart fluttered a bit when he smiled at her, as it always did when he was near.  

    "Well I want to thank you anyways, and if you ever need anything just let us know," Luna Maya said.

    "Now that i think about it, would it be any trouble to have some real clothes? Im getting tired of this hospital gown," he responded with a chuckle.

    "Yeah, i believe we can find some for you, or if you want, we can have someone drive you to you house to pick up some clothes. But that is only if the doctor clears it," the Alpha answered. 

    "Maybe tomorrow I'll go and get more clothes, it's already late afternoon. Would i be able to get some comfy sleeping clothes though until i can get my own?"

    "Of course," the Alpha said then his eyes clouded over and went back to normal after a few seconds. 

    "What just happened to your eyes?" Andrew asked him quizically.

    "That is called a mind link. Anyone who is a member of this pack can be mind linked by each other. It is a telepathic connection all werewolves share."

    "That's really cool actually," Andrew said enthusiastically.

    "Ha, I'm glad you find it interesting. I will send someone down with some clothes for you," Alpha Damien said before him and the Luna said their farewells and left. 

    "Would you mind calling for some food? I'm starving, and judging by how much you ate earlier, I'm pretty sure werewolves have a high metabolism."

    "Are you calling me fat?" Freya narrowed her eyes at him.

    "N-No I'm not calling you fat. That's not what i mean-"

    "HaHa! I got you good on that one!" Freya laughed at his visual frustration. The knock on the door brought their attention to a nurse who brought in some clothes for him.

    "Would I be able to take a shower, I may not have a super sense of smell, but I'm pretty sure i don't smell that good right now," he said as both Freya and the nurse laughed. 

    "Yes, you can take a shower, but don't move too much, you might tear the stitches," the nurse replied.

    "Thank you," he said as he went through the bag and found some clothes.     

    "I'm going to go get some food, I'll be back before you are done," she smiled at him as she left right after the nurse. 

    Going into the bathroom and stripping down, he took off the bandage that was on his shoulder. Andrew gasped at what he saw; a two inch long by a half inch wide puncture. With how sore he has been lately, he was sure there was a similar would on his back, which he confirmed that it was when he took off that wrap as well. Hopping into the steaming hot shower, he tried to relax some of his muscles. It wasn't just that though, he was mentally exhausted with the amount of information that he was told in the last 24 hours. He was able to shower without incident, but that was too soon as he tried to get dressed. 

    Andrew managed to get a pair of boxers and shorts on but was having trouble with the shirt, and with one one wrong movement, he groaned in pain and started seeing black spots dance around his eyes. At that moment, Freya crashed through the door with a frantic look.

    "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

    "Yeah, I'm okay, just having problems with the shirt. As she looked away from his face, she noticed his six-pack abs and more defining muscles, as her face turned bright pink and she started to bite her bottumn lip.

    "Do you like what you see?" he asked with a smirk.

    "Huh.. Oh um, no. I mean yes! Um.. The food is ready if you are still hungry," she said flustered.

    "Ha," he laughed at her reaction. "Yes, I am still hungry but i may need help with my shirt." Andrew said as he saw her pink face turn even redder at the thought.

    "Um sure, yea i can help," she responded as he chuckled even more. "Would this work?" She asked holding up a cut off t-shirt with holes big enough to fit his wounded arm in.

    "Yeah, I think that should do it," he said as she helped him into the shirt, lightly brushing her fingers across his arm, letting them linger for a bit. He noticed her eyes start to darken with an emotion he wasn't to familiar with. 

    After putting the sling back on, the went back to the bed and started to eat. "What happened to your eyes back there, I have never seen eyes darken like that before."

    "Oh..um. Our eyes tend to darken when we have powerful emotions," she answered.

    "What kind of emotions?" he inquired.

    "Anger, hate, love and umm.. lust," she said the last one so quietly that he almost didn't hear. "You should probably eat and get some rest,"she said changing the subject.