Yours Forever

4. Chapter four

It was a breezy autumn day, the beautiful coloured leaves dancing with the wind, students milling about, all dressed for the cold. They walked around, each going for their respective lectures, all except Dianne, who was going to Tristan's office.

She walked alertly, making sure not to get too close to any male werewolf. The scent masking soap wasn't exactly a 100% effective on werewolves.

Dianne trudged on, feeling relieved because she was almost there, and she hadn't met with any mishap.

But as luck would have it, she did meet with a mishap, despite her being alert and wary.

As Dianne turned a corner, someone bumped into her causing her to stumble backwards from the force. A long arm grasped hers, preventing her from falling. But instead of letting her go, that person pushed her against the wall.

Dianne hissed in pain, when her back made contact with the wall.

"What do you think you're doing?"

She looked up. She could tell he was a werewolf at first glance, him sniffing her and the changing colour of his eyes just confirmed it. Dianne felt her heart sinking, she tried to move away but there was nowhere to go. His hand still held hers in a tight grasp and his other hand slid to her waist, holding her in place.

"You smell amazing," his head dipped to her neck breathing in her scent.

The panic-stricken Dianne pushed against his chest, the only thought in her head to get away from him.

He didn't budge.

Her skin prickled, eyes welling up with tears as he kissed her neck. She flinched when she felt his tongue on her neck. Her struggles increased as she clamoured for help, the knot in her chest tightening. Her hoodie was long gone, ripped apart, leaving her in only a singlet top.

Dianne felt her world closing in on her. The fight left her body, her struggles subsiding. That was when Tristan's image appeared in her mind.

Tristan!

Was she really going to give up just like that?

With renewed vigor she struggled, going as far as to bang her head against her assailant's. It wasn't the pain so much as the shock that made his grip loosen. Seizing the chance, Dianne pushed him away with all her might. His hold on her slackened again. She looked up to see that they had drawn attention, and they were some people helping her. He growled at them and tried to fight them off, but he was outnumbered. He was overpowered even with his werewolf strength, and her assailant was finally pulled off her.

Not bothering to stay and thank the people who helped her, Dianne made her escape, just wanting to get far away.

She didn't get far.

The noise had alerted Tristan, whose office was nearby. Taking in Dianne's disheveled state, and the scene of her growling and still struggling assaulter being held back by ten guys, Tristan quickly surmised what had happened.

He barked at the gathered spectating students to get back to their various classes before pulling Dianne with him, but not before removing his coat and putting it on her. The still trembling Dianne made sure to stay close to him as he walked with fast strides to his office. Although she did not completely like the fact that her mate was seeing her in such a state, she was glad to be in his presence. He was like a balm to her wound, soothing and comforting her till she forgot all about her anxiety.

Once inside Tristan locked the door, trying to calm his raging emotions and the unbelievable fury he felt at the student who had hurt her. He'd seen the bruises on her body when he put his coat on her and he had instantly wanted to pummel him. What he couldn't understand was why he was having such an intense reaction from seeing her hurt. He turned to look at the girl clutching tightly at his coat. Her deathly pale face, her shaking form and wet eyes all gave off the image of a defenseless and vulnerable girl, which invoked a strong desire to protect.

Now that he had taken a closer look he realized she was the wolf girl from yesterday. She was also one of his students.

Tristan took a step towards her when he heard her sniffle, but he stopped his movements immediately upon seeing her subconsciously take a step back after noticing his approach. He sighed helplessly and did not approach her anymore. He poured her a glass of water, and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. He stepped backwards afterwards.

Dianne let out a sigh of relief when he moved away, she could hardly keep herself from going to him. Now that she had calmed down, the effects of her heat were becoming more pronounced. She took the glass of water and drank it all in one go.

Dianne's room back at the packhouse was sort of in an isolated area where no one frequented, so she was relatively safe during her heat. And she would always keep herself holed up in the dormitories if she were in school, coincidentally she had never had a roommate. An incident like this one had never happened to her before.

But then her heart rate spiked for a whole different reason. Dianne had taken precaution against other wolves- which had turned out to be not so reliable after all, but she had totally forgotten about her mate. What had made her think she would be able to calmly have a conversation with him without her giving in to her cravings?

No, she hadn't been thinking at all.

Dianne knew she had very strong self-control, but even the strongest of willpower would break under the pressure of the mate bond, and everything was amplified because of her heat.

Her eyes were tightly shut; as though not seeing him would stop her from thinking about him, but the office was filled with his scent. Dianne breathed in deeply, unable to stop herself. Her hands were clenched into fists, her extended claws punctured skin, but Dianne didn't feel the pain nor did she notice the blood dripping on the floor.

But Tristan did.

The sight of blood startled him into action. He was beside her in seconds, uncurling her hands and wiping the blood from them.

"You're hurt." He stated, eyes widening a fraction when he saw her wounds closing right before his eyes.

All strength seemed to leave Dianne the moment she felt his touch. She fell against him, a small purr like sound leaving her lips.

Tristan turned rigid.

He had to use his hands to hold her up, "Are you alright?"

He was intoxicated by the soft rosy fragrance coming from the girl in his embrace, it lit a fire in him. It started with a flicker, but the feel of the soft body pressed against him, the roaming hands, all seemed to add fire to the flames. Any semblance of rationality left him, it was just the two of them.

Their lips sought each other's in a fervid kiss, greedy hands exploring one another. Dianne thought; this was what heaven would feel like. Everything was misty, as if it were a dream.

Her movements were guided by pure instinct...

It was instinct that made her break away from their kiss, and it was that same primal instinct that made her canines extend and pierce into his skin; the point where his neck met his shoulders.

It was too late by the time Dianne realized what she was doing, he had already been marked. She hurriedly stepped back, appalled by what she had allowed herself to do. That action of hers managed to bring them both out of their trance. Dianne watched as his cerulean eyes gained clarity, and then his features morphed into horror.