Her Alpha Soulmate

Chapter 5: Clara POV (updated)

Chapter 5: Clara POV

After I woke up in the hospital I was released with permission to travel as long as I didn't participate in the moving of boxes. I felt useless and empty while I watched my uncle and cousins unpack the moving truck. My crazy ass mate was there too. He kept trying to touch me. I told him to disappear. He would frown and look so hurt, which deep down made my heart hurt. Why? I have no clue. He was a crazy person who thought he was a werewolf. I had almost believed him but then chocked it up to grief and pain medication.

"Clara?" I looked up from the book I was reading on the porch of my uncle's house. "Yes?" Bobby walked up. "Which wall do you want the bed against?" I didn't really care. I had barely glanced at the room they were putting me in. It used to be my aunt's craft room. The walls were a pretty yellow color and it smelt like glue. "Away from the window," Damon answered for me when I didn't give a quick enough response. "Why away from the window?" Bobby asked. I watched with curiosity. "So I can climb in through the window of course," he said, winking at me. I smacked his arm with my book and walked inside the house. I'd had enough of him. He was terrible. I tell him I've been abused and he makes jokes about breaking into my bedroom. Tactless!

Damon, to my dismay, followed me inside the house and begged for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, that was really rude and stupid," he admitted. "Please forgive me! I don't think my heart can take this!" I rolled my eyes, thinking he was being melodramatic. Suddenly he dropped to the carpet, breathing heavily. I stared in shock. What in the world? I fell to my knees and rubbed circles into his back. "Damon? Damon can you hear me?!" He turned his head to look up at me, his eyes watering. "Mate, I think our weakened bond is hurting my wolf. I feel like my heart is going to give out." I stared at him. This wolf business again! "Damon, I'm willing to help you up and be kinder but you need to be real about this wolf stuff. It's freaking me out." Tears streamed down his face. "But I really am a wolf. I can prove it." I scoffed internally and said, "Fine, prove it. Get on with it." He sat up, still breathing heavily. "I need something first." I leaned in. "What's that?" "A kiss." I glared at him. "You're not getting a kiss or anything else out of me, Wolfboy."

He sighed, frustrated, "I would have preferred a kiss but here goes nothing." He got down on all fours and closed his eyes. I stared confused. What was this crazy guy doing? I flinched instinctively when I heard the sound of bones cracking and breaking. His whole body shuddered and seemed to break in order to transform. I thought I was delirious for a moment. Was I really watching this happen? Black fur sprouted out from all parts of his body as he contorted into this animalistic shape. Within minutes I found myself staring into the violet eyes of a wolf. I felt a scream want to escape my throat but he whimpered at the expression on my face. He slowly made his way to me and rubbed his head against my side. He wasn't so scary like this. I gingerly laid my hand on top of his head and waited to see how he would respond. He purred. Purred like a cat. What kind of wolf was this? I gently petted his head and whispered, "Is this real life? Am I really petting a werewolf right now?" He yipped in response and licked my hand. I became overwhelmed and slid to the floor. My fluffy companion laid down and wrapped his large body around me. I could feel his warmth, his every breath. This was real. Oh my god.