Her Alpha Soulmate

Chapter 13: Clara POV

Chapter 13: Clara POV (Mature content at the end of chapter)

When I got home from shopping on Sunday after church I found my journal on my bed. I got excited at first because I thought I had lost it and one of my cousins had returned it after finding it. I flipped through it, reading old entries. It was mostly passages documenting the abuse. I froze and my blood ran cold when I flipped to a page near the back.

March 2020

Mate found me. He forgives me for running away like a b***h. I am happy to be having his pup. I will let him mark me when he comes for me.

I shuddered in fear. It wasn't my handwriting. It was Brent's. I was sure of it. It was written in large letters below my last entry. I had written in January that I was afraid I was pregnant. That was before my parents died in the accident. A few days later I took a test and it was negative. I was too distracted back then to write in my journal.  What did he mean by "having his pup"? I don't understand him.

I didn't tell Damon because I was afraid he would want to read the journal. If he read it he would see page after page of abuse. I knew he would get upset. I didn't want to upset my mate. I just wanted to forget Brent ever existed. I decided to lock the journal in my desk and pretend it didn't exist. I didn't want to think about the message or how the journal found its way to my new bedroom. The possibilities frightened me on a level I'd never want to admit.

"Mate? Clara?" I looked up from my thoughts. Damon was staring into my eyes. We were sitting on the bleachers outside the school. We were watching Jay during baseball practice. It was Friday. I had survived my first week in the pack school. "I'm sorry. What?" I looked back at his beautiful eyes with confusion and embarrassment. "I was asking you if you wanted to go out with the pack kids tonight. They are going to the mountain. We like to party in the caves sometimes." I stared at him, feeling guilty for zoning out. I nodded to his question despite my reservations about partying with a bunch of people I barely knew. That's how I got into this mess with Brent in the first place. He got me drunk at a party and asked me to be his girlfriend. Now that I think about it he was always a bad person wasn't he?

"I don't drink," I confessed. He scrunched his face up. "I wasn't going to offer you alcohol but that is good to know." He turned towards the field to watch Jay and the guys play. "Ummm...I guess it should not matter but why wouldn't you offer me a drink if we are going to a party?" He turned back to me in response to my question. "Wolves have to drink a lot to actually get drunk. Anything they bring tonight will be too heavy for you. I wouldn't be comfortable with it. I'm sorry if that sounds controlling but for your human stomach's sake I would have asked you to not drink when we got there. The amount we need to get a buzz would give you alcohol poisoning and I'd hate for you to get sick." I nodded. It seemed like a legitimate honest response. "Thank you," I linked to him even though no one was around. "For what?" He linked back. "For caring." I laid my head on his shoulder. As if on instinct he turned his head and sniffed my hair. I found out he likes my scent. He said it was intoxicating to him. He confessed that his wolf's scent had given me a contact high when I met him the one time.

"Can I see him again soon?" I asked. "Him?" Damon asked with a low growl. "Your wolf, Silly." He laughed at himself. "Oh, okay, good. Yeah, sure. I'll shift and carry you up the mountain on my wolf. How does that sound?" That made me smile. His wolf was very sweet and soft.

After Baseball practice ended Damon drove me and Jay back to the pack house. Jay went to shower while Damon and I went to his room. I'd been spending a lot of my afternoons there since he marked me. I was very comfortable there. I loved that his room smelt like him. I guess the scent thing goes for me too? I really love his scent.

The moment we were alone and the door was closed he grabbed me up and had me against the wall. He kissed my lips roughly and pressed his body to mine. "I just need you close," he mumbled. I ran my hand through his hair. "Mate," I moaned out as he pressed his bulge against me. "You have no idea what you do to me, Clara. You are so beautiful, so sexy." I dragged my nails across his back as he kissed my mark. It caused me to shudder with excitement. Any time he touched my mark I got wet. It was so arousing.

I'd never know what arousal or orgasm felt like before Damon marked me. After the flood of warm and uncontrollable feelings caused by the marking his mom sat me down and explained. It was embarrassing but it was also nice to have a woman to talk to. My parents never had "the talk" with me and I'd never consented to s*x before so I had a lot to learn. She described orgasm and mating. It was very interesting actually. Damon had a total fit when he found out but Paula and I just laughed it off. She told me to call her by her first name if I wasn't ready to call her Mom. I wasn't. It was too soon. I told her what happened to my parents and she held me while I cried.

Someone banged against the door, breaking us away from our make-out session. "Y'all better stop. The whole pack can hear ya." We immediately recognized the voice belonging to Jay. I blushed. "Shut your mouth," Damon growled out. He was still holding me, just not against the wall. We had been making our way to the bed when Jay interrupted us. "Uggh...we need to stop anyway. I have to practice self control. I can't let us get ahead of ourselves." I smiled. I appreciated the restraint he was showing.

He sat me on my feet and fell against the bed. He was laying on his back, his bulge still pronounced. He looked so frustrated. I went to the bed and stared down at him. His expression was pained. He wasn't faking it. I could tell.

Without warning I started unbuckling his pants. He sat up, eyes wide, "What are you doing?" I smiled, "Practicing self control." I pushed him back onto the bed, undid his pants and undressed his lower half. He gasped as if he had never imagined us doing this.

I stared at his p***s a moment. It was big. I decided I liked the challenge. I clasped my hand around it and held its hardness. He moaned just from me touching him. I smirked to myself as I brought my lips to the head. I brought it into my mouth over and over, stroking the base to cover the length of it. He moaned and panted while I continued a steady rhythm of sucking and stroking. "Baby, you need to stop. I'm going to c*m soon." I quickened my movements and linked, "Then c*m for me." He moaned again. "c*m for me, Alpha." Seconds later he came in my mouth. His whole body shook with excitement. He came a lot. I almost gagged but I kept that to myself. It wasn't his fault.

He laid there, panting heavily. I wiped my mouth after swallowing and laid down next to him. "Where the heck did that come from?" He asked, sounding breathless. I giggled, "I don't know. You looked like you needed it." He caressed my cheek, "You don't need to push yourself, Mate. I don't want you to think you have to satisfy my every need. We can work our way to that." I started feeling anxious. "Are you mad? Should I have asked permission?" I felt my heart and stomach drop. Was he upset with me? "Hell no, I'm not mad. That was like something out of a fantasy. I just don't want you to worry that you have to do that every time I get horny. You'd get exhausted." He laughed. I stared confused. "What do you mean? I'm not tired." He smirked, "Baby, I get horny every time I see you. Believe me, you'd get worn out." I blushed. Every time?