Not Gone, Just Forgotten

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Feyre's POV

Problem made worse. 

I knew it was wrong to give him my name, but I felt compelled to do it. His eyes seemed so familiar, his scent something that I remembered maybe from before I was a rogue, before I had to hide myself from the world.

I was watching him, seeing what he would do next.

"What are you doing on Winter Moon territory?"

Should I lie? Tell the truth? Give a wild explanation as to why I am in his territory and why I shouldn't touch him because otherwise a bond will form between us that neither of us will want to break? Yeah all those thoughts sound amazing.

"I'm running away."

"From what?" As he said this his posture changed, not towards me but the surroundings. As if someone was watching, waiting for an opportunity.

"Look if we are gonna talk, I'd rather do it somewhere less open and with more protection."

Looking into his eyes, trying to get him to trust me and move, was probably one of the hardest things I've ever done. Staring into those green orbs made me want to move closer, feel his hands on my waist, feel the heat from his body, the taste of his lips -

Nope! Not today Satan.

In my head I could feel my wolf chuckling to herself at the inappropriate ideas that she's flashing in my mind. Goddess this wolf has no self control.

It was a 30 minute walk to the pack house, and every step we took I knew that there was no going back for me, I mean, how could I? I found my mate in the most unexpected of ways and suddenly I'm meant to continue running away?

Not something that I want to think about particularly. I mean, a mate is someone you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with, someone who you're meant to hold and love with every inch of your body and soul. And mine? He gets a mate that's going to end up running away from him because she's chicken, to chicken to stand up to the people who killed her parents, that have been chasing her for the past 12 years of her life.

As we were walking I saw in my peripheral vision he was eyeing me from head to toe, slowing down as they went over my legs and bum. Just for noticing this I added a little extra sway as my mind wondered to him.

His piercing green eyes that I could stare into all day, his luscious black locks that were sexily mussed from sleeping on the forest floor. Some of it had started to hang slightly over his right eye and I had this urge to push his hair back and run my fingers through the curls. After that my mind wandered off to how I would grip his hair as he does things to me, as he makes me feel like I'm on top of the world.

As my mind came back into the real world I noticed Kaden tense suddenly but kept his eyes on me, I started looking around, confused as to what he could be looking at until I realised it wasn't something he had seen but rather smelt. He had smelt me as my arousal became known just from those thoughts. 

Shit!

Kadens POV

At the smell of her arousal my mind was going into overdrive, was she thinking of me? What were we doing? What was she imagining? Is it something we could do soon?

As my mind couldn't stop thinking of her I hadn't noticed that we had made our way into the pack house and were actually being addressed by the Alpha.

"... it is within my interest to assume hat you will be joining the pack very soon due to you being my hunters mate. If you do not wish to join however, there will have to be a meeting to discuss what occurs and what will happen to yourself and Kaden. We can discuss this with the Luna and Beta if you do not-"

"There's no need, I'll stay."

Lucien was howling with joy in my head as she said those words, but I don't think shes registered what she had just done. Interrupting an Alpha is a serious offence and depending on how big the interruption depends on the punishment. But what astonished me the most was how Alpha Daniel brushed it aside. He has never done that for anyone, ever. Well maybe his mate but that's a different story altogether.

"Alright then, Kaden will show you where you will be staying."

Alpha Daniels pointed stare left no room for discussion as he saw I was going to say something. With that he retreated to his office and left me with my mate. Before I could stare at her again, she started moving towards the stairs and on autopilot I moved in step next to her up to the third floor. Turning right off the stairs I started leading her to my room, hoping there would be no arguments and rejections on where she will be staying.

As I opened the door for her she hesitated when our bodies came so close to touching, a slight brush of our clothes and I feel like things would've escalated. She slunk past me into my room, admiring the four-poster bed in the centre, she put her bag down and sat on the end of the bed, facing me as I closed the door. 

We stared at each other for what felt like 5 minutes but was probably shorter before she said three words I never thought I would hear from her.

"I remember you."