Mate by Fate?

Chapter Four

Waking up in a warm, dimly lit room feels fucken good. I looked into the mirror. Is this me? I raised my hand and saw how me and my reflection met. My hair was in bouncy waves, my breasts perky, and my skin glowing. Wow, I looked beautiful. Besides my head, lashes, and brows, my skin felt soft and warm in human form; I didn't have hair anywhere else. I washed my face and rinsed my mouth.

I could smell him. We didn't have time to tell each other our names with everything that happened. The room was filled with different spicy aromas, but I could still catch his scent in all those smells. It was nice being here and being cared for this way. I found some clothes that were his and put them on; my stomach growled at me. I was hungry; hopefully, he'd bring me something to eat or let me go hunting. I wasn't allowed to leave, so what can I do? I rubbed my feet and body with oils that were left out. I was so bored and confused about what was happening. Is he not my mate? My heart began to ache; how was he already mated? Why would the moon bring him to me if he already has a Luna?

I felt my body heat up as I rubbed the oils onto my thighs. This feels so good; going in and out of my heat left my skin sensitive. I couldn't help but think of him. His smell was all over this room, so I rolled around his bed as I fantasized about what we could be doing here and now; I couldn't stop thinking of that hungry look he gave me last night. I want him so bad. I closed my eyes, rubbing the outer parts of me. Maybe if I play with myself a little, I can ease this frustration, right? I massaged the outside of my p***y lips.

What if this doesn't work and only leaves me worse? How long will my mind be in this high of constant want? Why won't this stop already? I was about to put my fingers in when he entered the room. His eyes were black, "Stop," he said sharply; I could see his jawline clench, and he wouldn't look at me directly. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were nearby, and I was alone.." I paused. I didn't know what to say; I told myself to be quiet. I felt Mortified; he walked in and knew what I was doing. "I can smell your arousal even from outside the room." My jaw dropped. What am I supposed to say to that?

"Forget it, just put this on." I got up and grabbed the clothes; he wouldn't look at me. What did I do? Was it what I said last night? I don't understand him; he's impossible to read. I quickly pulled off his shirt to slip on the clothes he had brought me. "Stop! You can't just change in front of me." his tone sounded frustrated, and he was making me feel like I was the root of his irritation. "Now what! Everything I do is wrong!" I snapped. I was so angry and embarrassed. "You're not supposed to undress in front of just anyone!" He snarled at me, making me feel like a complete i***t. I began to cry. "I don't know what you mean! You said to put this on. Am I supposed to obey or not!" Seriously, who understands this guy? He seems to be losing his s**t on me every second I do anything. "You are supposed to know at least the fuckin basics of behaving like a lady, and this is the type of s**t you don't do," he cursed. He was angry; he combed his hair back with his hands; "look, the elders are trying to figure out why the f**k Im so attracted to you. You're not my Luna, and this doesn't make any sense. I can't have you behaving like a fkn hoe just getting naked or jumping in the shower with me. This s**t isn't right." What did he mean by hoe? "What are you saying? You think I throw myself to the first d**k, I see!" my blood was boiling, and my heart began to thump harder and harder. "I didn't ask you to go get me! I didn't come to your fkn dream house and try to take advantage of you! You brought me here! I didn't ask to go to your room or shower or any of this. I want my mate! I thought you were my mate!" I closed my eyes. I don't want to cry over something so fkn stupid like being called a hoe. It hurts to think he was blaming me; for once, I wanted to be loved, and it was supposed to be him. I need to leave. I need to get out of this place, and I need to go now. I didn't give him a chance to say anything. I quickly changed and ran out the door. I could hear a commotion, and everyone just looked at me run by them. I could see the gate and tried to shift, but still no luck. I quickly climbed over and finally returned to the forest. I left my clothes on if that's what you want to call it.

The unfinished blouse wouldn't cover my waist, and the pants were stretchy but tight on my butt. Now, what do I do? I didn't get a chance to eat anything. I began to tear up again; I could feel my eyes heavy from crying so much I needed water. My mouth was dry, and after all those tears, I was pretty sure I did an excellent job of dehydrating myself. After a good drink, I began walking toward my cave; as a wolf, my cave was perfect, but not so much as a human. I wish I had a home with a bathroom, oh! and a bed that would be nice. I was quickly distracted by a distinct smell of whisky. In wolf form, there would be times when my pack would be out here in human form. They would drink and party; I remember wanting to join them but would instead watch. The liquor bottle smelled spicy to my wolf, and its taste was dry and oaky. I looked around, but I didn't see anyone. The smell got stronger. It was meshed with a savory smell of cinnamon and wet dirt. It wasn't him; I know his smell. It's someone else.