The mysterious mate

Ride

"Did he just say "eat"?!" She looked at him in shock. He told her to eat.

Servant: Oh... I can eat leftovers when you are done, Master.

He could feel a dagger right through his heart. Even if his face remained stoic, his emotions were becoming a mess. She was starving, yet she wouldn't eat, even with food in her hand. "Those who made her that way were savages. One day, I'll kill Clayton my f*cking self!"

Ethan: Don't call me "Master", call me Ethan. You are my mate and I am going to personally take care of you, starting by putting a little meat over those bones of yours!

She could not believe it. What does that mean? Could she really eat that? All of it, while it's fresh? Wait, what if it is a trap?

Servant: Permission to ask a question Master... Ethan?

Ethan was annoyed but he tried to hide it. He said yes but a hint of impatience could be heard, making Henry hit his leg with the back of his hand. He rolled his eyes and pouted.

Servant: For how long do I have to stock it up until the next meal?

His eyes started to flood. She asked that question with such ease. It was natural for her to stock up food so she would not die before her next meal. She impatiently waited for an answer while saliva was filling her mouth. She needed to eat and it was right there, ready and fresh. He could not answer. He tried so hard not to cry out loud and if he answered, he was afraid he was going to break, making her uncomfortable or guilty. A tear ran down his cheek. " I couldn't protect her..."

While he beat himself up, Jasmine took the lead, since Henry mind-linked with him.

Jasmine: We will eat again tonight. "We" include you. And I want you to eat some snacks and your dinner, okay? Order from the Master.

Jasmine thought it was better to play the "master" game at first and baby stepped her into normal interactions.

Servant wanted to ask so many questions. She wanted to cry. She was allowed to eat this whole salad AND eat again tonight? She felt her body give up to the temptation. She couldn't care less if it was a lie or a trap. If she dies, she would rather have a full stomach. She took half of the veil off, revealing her face. Jasmine took a good look at her. Except for her sucked in cheeks, she was gorgeous. Her ivory skin was flawless and smooth, her big black eyes were filled with innocence, kindness and hunger. Her lips were luscious and as pink as they could be . They were redder in the middle and surprisingly, her teeth were purely white. She was stunning. Absolutely beautiful. Never has she ever seen someone with such a lovely and cute face before. She felt as if she could fall in love with her even if she was mated and straight. Jasmine mind-linked Ethan to look at his mate. When he did, his well-known stoic and emotionless face completely changed. He was aghast. He could feel his mouth wattering, his desire crawling up and his heart pumping out of his chest. " What kind of siren is this?" He fixated on her eyelashes. So long and defined. Her eyes... her lips...

When she was done eating the salad, she felt full. She nodded to Jasmine to thank her, but she misunderstood the nod. When she noticed that Servant was done with the salad, she pulled out a nugget out of the box and pointed at it. The girl didn't see her pointing at it so when she nodded, Jasmine thought it meant she was still hungry, so she "forcefully" stuffed her mouth with nuggets, until there was nothing left.

Her stomach felt so full she thought she was about to blow, then Jasmine pulled out a box of fruit.

"Be careful what you wish for..." Servant looked down and put her veil back over her face. Noticing her incapacity to eat more, she put them back in her bag and gave her a water bottle instead. Even if she wasn't hungry anymore, she wanted to drink. She drank a bit with Jasmine's permission. Quickly after that, she felt her body getting heavier and heavier. It felt like her suffering may have been put down. Far from healed, but it felt safer and she was less hurt than before. Her head dropped, she tried to pull it back up a couple times, scared to be scolded, but the movement of the car, her filled stomach, Jasmine's hums and rough stroke on her side made her body feel safe enough to sleep. When Jazz roughly grabbed her face, she told her the word: "sleep..." and her head became heavy. She was gone.

She was so comfortable and she felt rather clean. She could usually clean herself once every week (or it smells). Yet she never felt so spotless. Her skin felt light and smelled like flowers. While she was sleeping, Jasmine gave her a bath, but that thought had not crossed her mind. She kept her eyes closed to enjoy the moment a little longer. "I have to work..." She slowly opened her eyes. It was dark in the room but she saw everything very clearly. "I'm not... oh... right". She felt a quick feeling of self-loathing, remembering how she got so easily sold by her now former master. Loneliness took place, yet she was kind of happy waking up in a bed with actual clean sheets and a heavy blanket. She felt like an Alpha. Although, something felt off. There was something different to herself, her body. She felt... lighter, somehow.

She looked for her dress and veil, but they were nowhere to be found. Instead she was wearing a tank top and some clean underwhere. She made the bed and cleaned what she could within the room until someone knocked on the door, startling her. "What should I do?" quickly, by habit, she hid under the bed. When the door opened she held her breath. " I'm so stupid, werewolf can smell me!"

Ethan looked under the bed and frowned when he saw her.

Ethan: Hello you, what are you doing under the bed ?

She hesitated. That was a direct question. Was she not going to answer her Master? She would be crazy.

Servant: I... am hiding.

Ethan: Allright, can you come out? Breakfast is ready.

Breakfast?