The mysterious mate

Guarded

When Jasmine saw her disappear in the mirror, she froze. She thought she had just got caught by whatever kidnaped all those girls. All she knew was that it was paranormal and that was definitely it. She touched the mirror but nothing happened.

Jasmine: Oh godess... Ethan! She disappeared! I don't know how! She was right there and... hell, something in the mirror took her!

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Ethan: WHAT?

His heart skipped a beat, his pressure dropped, his blood flushed from his face. For at least two minutes, his body was completely paralysed. His teeth grew sharp, his eyes went purple. His wolf was about to take control over him. "My... mate? She... she's gone?" He got angry. Who would want to take her away from him? No. Who dared take her away? Henry tried to snap him out of it. He shook him, he called out his name, he shouted.

Henry: Alpha calm down! What is happening?

Before he totally loses control, Dr. Tremblay burst the door open. He was holding his little mate who still tried to run away from him. He jumped over his desk, his fur grew thicker and his shirt ripped. He walked rapidly toward her. He then caught her in his arms and layed flat over her, holding her little body strongly against him to make sure she was there with him. Nothing can happen to her now.

At first, she kept struggling. She felt trapped, unable to move. She began to panic. That creature was not the man she had met. She thought he was going to kill her. She could feel his claws as he gripped her. Dr. Tremblay and Henry tried to convince him to let her go. He could break her. Moreover, she could have a panic attack. He ignored them, holding her tighter in his arms. Then, without her consent, her body relaxed, her heart rate slowed down. It was as if her body told her she was in the safest place on this planet, yet her mind wasn't so sure. Her past trauma creeped through her. She thought that what she'd been feeling was her last moments. She was about to die by the hands of that man who had taken such good care of her for the past month.

She was fed, dressed, free to walk around, not forced to do any chores. If she did, she would be warmly thanked and well treated. However, what she held close in her heart, the reason why she thought she was not ready to die, was something that came to her mind while her eyes closed; Ethan would treat her so kindly. He played with her hair when they watched movies, he kissed her on her cheeks and forehead sometimes and a soft memory warmed her body. When she was watching Tarzan with Jasmine, he came back home. He told her he had a bad day. She thought he was going to hit her, like Clayton. He did, but he only hit her with loving, aggressive kisses all around her face. Then he simply fell on his knees, resting his head on her lap. She dared to touch his hair, it was soft, pleasant, peaceful. She held on to that feeling, thinking this was her last.

But nothing happened. No hits, no more claws, only warm, wet tears landing on her neck and the weight of his body on her back.

Ethan: I got scared... Don't you EVER disappear like that again...

She opened her eyes, his emotions were transferring to her. She was scared, but not the way she used to. It was far more painful. It felt like loss, like her heart was being ripped apart. Her throat knotted into a ball. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Her body wouldn't allow her.

Darcy: I'm sorry...

He kissed her tenderly on her nape. Making her blush. Henry lifted him off her so she could be free and breathe normally.

Dr. Tremblay: I am sorry to interrupt... But, who was in the west wing, mademoiselle?

Ethan: You went to the west wing?

She looked down. Knowing she had no way out of this. she acted recklessly and she had trouble lying.

Darcy: I just... there was someone who needed my help...

Ethan: Who?

She shrugged. She didn't know who she was, only that she was in trouble somehow and apparently dead, since Dr.Tremblay had not seen her. Henry quickly grabbed a pen and a pad full of paper.

Henry: Describe her.

She described the girl so precisely. Henry asked a lot of questions about small details. Luckily, without the drugs, she had a photographic memory, so every little detail of her face was printed in her mind. Once they were done, Henry looked at his drawing. He frowned.

Ethan: What's wrong?

Henry hastened to get some documents on the desk. He opened and searched for one. When he found it, he waved a picture toward her. Both Dr. Tremblay and Ethan looked at it and glared at each other. She took the picture in her hand. That's it. That's her. She nodded.

Ethan: She was in the west wing? But she disappeared a month ago... please... tell me what's going on! You went from the apartment to the west wing through a mirror? What's all this?

Henry's heart rate accelerated. He looked at her with big eyes. "is it possible?" He thought about it and the more he did, the more it made sense. All of those things happening since she got there, her face, her skin, her hair and most importantly, that nose... Yes, there was only one explanation.

Henry: How old were you when you became a slave for Clayton?

Confused, Dr.Tremblay and Ethan threw daggers at him with their eyes.

Ethan: What does this have to do with anything now, Henry? Are you out of your mind?

Henry: Just let her answer the question...

Darcy looked away, thinking about how long she had stayed at Clayton's.

Darcy: I think 5 or 6 years old...

Henry: Do you remember anything before that?

She shook her head, not knowing where this was going.

Ethan: What is it?

Henry: Ethan, look at her, really look.

He obliged, without understanding anything. Henry got another document. This time in the cabinet where they put unresolved cases. He pulled out a picture. Seeing this made him a 100% sure of his theory and felt stupid to not have seen it before. He gave the picture to his Alpha.

Ethan couldn't believe it. His eyes shifted from the picture to his mate. All the cards were on the table since the beggening and they were obvious."A witch? my mate? I can't believe it..."

Darcy seemed confused, Dr.Tremblay, on the other hand, gasped and widened his eyes. They all looked at her, making her feel uneasy. "Why are they looking at me now? What did I do?"

Jasmine came in running, panicking.

Jasmine: I CAN'T FIND HER! I DON'T KNOW WHere... DARCY!

She tackled her into a hug. Darcy let out a groan when she hit the ground with 72 kg of muscles over her.

Ethan: Sh*t. Sorry, I forgot to tell you: we found her.