Chapter Two- Settling in
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Maya got home and entered into the shower not minding the temperature. Her phone started to ring and she knew who was calling even before she looked at it.
He was probably be calling to know if she got home safely.
“Maya”, he would say with a sigh. He was not just getting it that even if they were mates, all she saw was a friend and not a mate. She was supposed to feel the passion her parents had jumping around the house and their moans filling the room without minding if they had kids. That’s what being a mate was.
“Or was I getting it wrong”, she whispered in the shower. The hot water burnt her hands as she realized she had put the water too hot for her.
Unlike before, she saw the distance she had given Ken when she saw the scroll of their mate-ship in her mother’s bedroom. She spoke to him only when they wanted to talk about class projects. She wanted to make coins so fast so she could run away from home; that would give her enough freedom to run, without looking back. She was already eighteen but coins was not available to everyone in the society. She had stopped going to the bookstore to read their favorite books and the Ailaz blood zone to take processed blood.
Her distance was obvious, everyone saw they weren’t friends anymore or they had a couple’s fights. The teenagers snickered anywhere she went about the way she carried herself and she was not worth being anyone’s Luna.
She finally decided to see him and ask him if he knew about the situation at least to get her a form of running. However, that was the worst decision she made, she trusted her friend and that was the beginning of the trouble.
She wiped her eyes when tears poured out once again as she stepped out of bathroom and looked through the window to see him.
She squinted and thought she saw wrong.
“What was he doing here”?, she knew the servants would allow him in.
He was always welcome into the house. He practically played in the house.
Damn! Her hands clenched to her laps as she counted one to ten watching him count the stairs. She shouldn’t have gone,shouldn’t have allowed herself follow him to his place. If she had not, she would not be feeling the poignant pain she felt as she tried to remember the event of the night before.
He came in, he already changed his clothes. Earlier he was wearing a green shirt and a white shorts. As he stood there with his blue jeans and grey jacket, she knew reasons why she couldn’t resist him. His familiar scent filled the room and she wanted to run to him. To let him know she him too much to leave, even after knowing they were mates.
“I wanted to know if you were okay?”, he started.
“You left in a hurry”, he continued, moving close to her.
“I..I..I had to leave”, she stammered.
There was no way she going to let him know she cared. She didn’t want to be a Luna, not yet. The responsibility, the trouble she would go through to make the pack one. She wasn’t ready. The flame she felt when he came close could not be compared to how she wanted to handle it.
He raised her head, kissing her lips softly and with response from her, he increased the pace.
She pulled away and the fire ignited in his eyes.
“Why was she scared?,” she asked herself. Why did she have to deny what she felt because of fear.
With her robe on her, she left the room.
“Don’t follow me”, she warned
There was no way on earth he was going to leave her, the faster she accepted that, the better for them both.
She went to the library and hours passed before the door opened. It was her mum.
“What are you doing here,” her mum shouted.
She was used to her mum being dramatic. But shouting was not some she saw her mum do.
“I saw Kim, why aren’t you together?”, her mum bellowed
“Is he still here?”, she asked.
She had slept off thinking of the fastest route she could use to get out of town.
“He left not quite long”, Taylor replied.
Taylor heard her daughter sigh, and she wondered what was wrong. She was not always like this. She missed the happy child she was before she found out about who her mate is. The goddess above had tied them together with a bond so strong, the priestess had been careful to pick her words about their forces together causing nations to shake and break.
She had screamed and growled and then ran away from home but came back days later with bruises on her legs. There was nothing she could do. They were fated to be together.
Maya held back a sob which had climbed her throat as saw the wedding gown in her room. It was almost suffocating to cry silently without her parents noticing. They had given her reasons on why she was mated to Ken. It was fate.
She was his as he was hers.
The goddess above has sealed it.
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