The mysterious mate

The Fang Howlers mansion

Once breakfast was done, Darcy stood and worked herself on the dishes before Ethan turned her around to face him.

Ethan: No. You won't have to do this every time. You are free to do whatever you want. Now, I bought you some clothes because I'm going to show you around the pack today and we could go shopping for clothes you like, okay? Here, put that on.

He handed her jeans and t shirt. She obeyed him without question, she took her tanktop off, to put on the t-shirt.

Jasmine quickly slapped Henry's eyes for him not to see her bare chest and kept her hand there.

Jasmine: Darcy, bedroom! You change there! Privacy!

Ethan was stunned, incapacitated. His mate was almost naked in front of him and she did it without any hesitation. He was not aroused, her bones were still too much for him, but still. How many times has she appeared naked in front of people like this?

She went to change in her bedroom, when she came back, Ethan made her sit down.

Ethan: Darcy... What... Do you know about privacy?

She looked away, embarrassed and nodded.

Ethan: Why did you took off your shirt like that?

Darcy: You.. asked me to...

The Alpha ran his fingers through his hair, paused, lifted her chin up to make her look in his eyes, but her black pearls always shifted away. It was inappropriate for her to look into her master's eyes.

Ethan: Did anyone force you to have s*x with them?

Jasmine covered her eyes. This very real possibility hadn't crossed her mind. It was so obvious. "I mean... Clayton had a slave...why not while you're at it? " They waited for an answer but they were not anticipating it. To be honest, they would rather she wouldn't respond. Though, her face looked puzzled. She frowned, staring at the ground before she shrugged. "What is s*x?" she wondered. They have forced a lot of things on her. But "s*x"? She thought she had heard that word before, but she didn't understand it from context. Since she was prohibited from asking questions, she never asked.

Ethan, however, thought it meant that she didn't want to talk about it, so he let it go. He was pissed off, of course. But he could not lash out at her. Henry told him about his behavior and he agreed. He should only be gentle with her.

Ethan: Look... with me, here and everywhere you go... From now on, you won't take orders from anyone. You do you and you listen to only you and your feelings. I will not get mad at you. I will NEVER hurt you. NEVER hit you and NEVER force you to do anything you don't want to do. You hear me? You are my mate and I am going to take care of you, I promise.

She nodded. "Never?" He said he would never hit her... It was out of character for her but she wanted to test it out, without going overboard. She gazed at the coffee mug next to him and decided she would taste it without asking. It was pretty bold for her, but if she wanted to believe him, she needed to do something "big". She had never tasted coffee, she thought it was a good time to try it.

Suddenly, Henry tried to hold his smile, but it was too much for him. He chuckled. Jasmine ended up laughing, wheezing, crying and falling on the ground. The scene was so unexpected. One second he said sweet things to her, the next she spat his own coffee on his face. She clearly hated it. Moreover, she choked on it. She wouldn't stop coughing between two apologies.

Jasmine: What just happened?

She burst into laughter all over again. Henry grabbed a rag and cleaned the mess.

Henry: You have to change Alpha. Hahaha!

Ethan could not hold a smile. "What a rebel." He told himself sarcasticly.

Like promise, he didn't hit her, nor did he got mad. He actually laughed.

"Well now I'm embarrassed..." She wanted to hide far away from there. Her face was as red as it could be. Jasmine was still wheezing, making her even more embarrassed. When Ethan came back, she bowed and apologized again. He lifted her chin and, for the first time in her life, someone kissed her forehead. She blushed so hard, she became purple. Ethan backed up, widening his eyes. He didn't know that was possible. Her body reacted quite strongly to his lips. She even felt something tingling and wet between her legs. She was worried she had peed herself but she realized she didn't. He felt her arousal, but he doubted she knew what it was. He noted that she was sensitive to affection. He had to suppress his own desires in order to keep it together.

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The mansion was huge. It was like a castle, filled with werewolves. They lived on the top floor. They had the whole floor to them, Jasmine, her mate Charles, Henry, and his mate Jade. Below, other people lived there. This mansion was a sanctuary. One quarter of the pack lived there. There were a lot of people. Ethan first showed her the second floor, where everything administrative happened.

He opened the door to his office. She was aghast. There was a burgundy carpet on which two single armchairs were carefully placed diagonally towards the massive desk. There were a lot of glass cabinets filled with books and treasures. Some trophies and pictures. On her left she noticed a large billboard, on which he put maps, pictures and notes on it. His desk had tons of papers, a laptop and a framed picture of his family. An outstanding woman stood next to him. She had long straight chocolate hair. Her eyes were blue, she was curved but slim and her breasts were huge. Darcy felt envious of her, she looked at her chest to see almost nothing. She was flat and Clayton didn't miss a chance to tell her nobody would want a flat-chested woman, whatever that meant. She glanced at Ethan and he told her it was his sister Diane.

Of course, there were a lot of plants hanging from the ceiling or just put here and there around the office. "He likes plants! I can grow plants! I'm good with plants!" She used to grow Clayton's c******s plantation when she was young. She felt the urge to make him happy, she wanted to grow so many plants for him and breasts if it was even possible. She didn't know why, but since she met him, she felt strange. Drawn to him, even if she was terrified of every sudden moves. This feeling made her want to stay as close as possible to him. She wanted him to call her his and never let her go. Her heart decided she would do anything for her master to stay by her side and she remembered what Vanessa told her before she left. "use my mouth or my hole to make him happy...I've got to know what it means..."

But here... next to his desk there was a huge mirror with a beautiful sculpted frame on the wall. She stood in front of it, it was as tall as her. Darcy forgot about her questions. She greedily tried to look at that mysterious kitchen again, but the door burst open. A man entered, his caramel skin was flawed. He had more than one mole covering his arms and one decided to live on the bridge of his nose. His eyes were like a green and deep forest. He had an extensive separation between his front teeth and he showed it with his smile.

Ethan: Oh, Anderson! Come in.

Anderson: Well well well. People talk but I didn't think it was possible! Is this your mate?

He nodded.

Ethan: Darcy, this is Felix Anderson, the best head of security around here.

Anderson: Oh, don't make me blush. Nice to meet you Luna.

"Luna? No, I'm not a Luna, I'm a slave." She frowned when he lifted his hand. He noticed quite fast how ignorant of social convention she was, so he fetched her hand himself and shook it. This contact made her uncomfortable. She wanted to flee from him as far as she could, but it wouldn't be right. He leaned in to kiss both her cheeks and his breath smelled like something Clayton used to drink often. She didn't know the name, but she knew that every time she smelled it, she better hide fast, because he was going to hit her like no tomorrow. She backed out and hid behind Ethan. He told her to wait outside, so she walked toward the door.

Anderson: I need to talk to you about the west wing... There are disturbances and I'm afraid the people are no longer safe.

The door closed behind her and silence took place. She was more comfortable like this anyway. After a little while, he joined her, saying they had a lot to see. She followed him everywhere.

He led her to a gym. A lot of eyes turned toward them, Ethan lifted his hands and smiled. He then pointed at her. People started cheering and clapping, congradulating him. Lots of them walked toward them. Darcy managed to hide. She did such a good job, even Ethan was confused. He couldn't find her, nor smell her. He glared at the door and noticed her nose sticking out of the entrance.

Ethan: My mate is not used to see new people. Please, be gentle with her. Don't make sudden movements next to her. Be careful. I'll ease her up soon enough, babystep. In the mean time, Darcy, everyone!

People cheered again. He fetched her and, like promise, they were gentle. Four of them were introduced to her. Benny Hammond, the trainer. He was buffed, yet kind of small, so he was often underestimated. When he kissed her cheeks as a greeting, it was rough and semi-aggressive. He then lifted her hand and made her spin.

Benny: She should eat. I can't train that. It's too weak.

Ethan: And I did not bring her so you can butt in, I am introducing her to you.

Benny: I don't see any difference.

All could feel a cold breeze between those two. Their animosity was strong.

Agora Flanders, the accountant, leaned toward Darcy to whisper.

Agora: Don't worry, they have been like this since... well, forever. They are kind of rivals. Alpha Ethan was never able to beat him.

She was a skinny woman with a high-pitched voice. Her eyes were blue like the sky and she felt warm when she kissed her cheeks. William Jr Rivera, Ethan's cousin, looked a bit like him, but slimmer, smaller with short hair and a beard. He gently kissed her cheeks too, even if she tried not to. Finally, Dr. Fabrice Tremblay, was the most skilled psychotherapist in the pack. He had gray hair and a stylish beard, his eyes were pale, his body was muscular, his nose was huge and he talked with an accent. He, on the other hand, was often overestimated. He was not a strong fighter, but he was a good lure to make people think so.

Dr. Tremblay: Enchanté de faire ta connaissance ma chère.

She nodded, staring at a mirror behind him.

Darcy: Enchanté...

Like usual, her voice was small, almost like a whisper. Dr. Tremblay nodded, realizing she could speak French, just like him. He decided not to kiss her as she looked uneasy when Will did it.

After their fight, Ethan turned away from Benny and said he wanted to make a reservation for her later to Dr.Tremblay. Fabrice agreed and gave his availability.

Still there was so many people, like at least ten of them in that single room. She didn't feel at ease, she didn't want to kiss any of them on the cheek. Her heart began to beat her like a bully, her body was stiff and trembling all over. Her breathing was loud and irregular. That's when Ethan left with her.

Ethan: Hey, what's wrong?

Darcy: I don't want people to kiss me anymore...

Ethan: Oh, you know what, nobody is going to kiss you again okay?

She nodded, feeling thankful toward him.

Darcy: There were so many people...

Ethan: What do you mean? Four at a time is too much?

"Oh... that means.."

Darcy: No... it's nothing.

It was the drug. She spent the day without it. So, naturally, her powers were to come back too.

What if Ethan began to drug her too? What would she do? He said he would never force her to do anything she didn't want, but what about fear? If she began to scare him, would he end up like her former master?

She kept quiet and shook her head to convince him it was nothing. That would be her secret, the mirror thing too. He should never know about them.