FATED AND FORBIDDEN (THE LYCAN'S HUMAN MATE)

Episode.2

Chapter 2

Bonnie pov

“The Forbes mansion needs coffee,” my boss announced to the head chef. I was still lost in thoughts about my mom’s funeral, but my mind was fixed on their conversation. I didn’t want to get any queries or complaints.

“No problem, Mr. Roger. Someone will deliver it to them soon,” the head chef replied.

“Choose someone smart, beautiful, and well-behaved, because I don’t want any bad feedback from them,” he said calmly before leaving the counter.

My hands clenched at my sides when I suddenly heard my name.

“Get ready, Bonnie—you’re taking the coffee to them.”

I hesitated, looking at him. “The last order was delivered—”

He glared at me, cutting me off immediately. I knew he never liked me. He always wanted me to overwork myself while the other workers stayed idle. He made me feel small and inferior every single time.

“Are you still standing there? You should get the coffee ready,” he barked.

“Lena will bring the coffee to you immediately,” he growled. I didn’t know if he had any personal issues with me, but the way he attended to anything concerning me was alarming.

I was still standing at the counter when Lena came out of the kitchen and handed me the coffee with a tight smile, whispering the words. I could feel her excitement from that freaky smile of hers.

“Good luck,” she said, rushing off immediately.

I shook my head, adjusted my apron, grabbed the brown pack used for packaging the coffee, and stepped out of the café.

My hand trembled around the cup holder as I hailed a cab and gave the driver the address. A few minutes later, we arrived at the Forbes mansion. My heart raced as I stepped out of the cab. I looked up in awe — the place was grander than I had imagined. I sighed softly as I approached the guards on duty.

I swallowed hard, gripping the package as one of them approached me.

“I’m here to deliver coffee from Roger’s Café,” I said, my voice barely audible.

He scanned me from head to toe before signaling another guard to open the gate. I walked in slowly, my eyes darting around the long driveway that seemed to stretch endlessly.

Finally, we arrived inside the main building. I had to remind myself to breathe as my eyes traveled over the paintings, the cold accents, and the scent of freshly polished wood.

“This way,” an elderly voice echoed, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I turned behind me and saw an older woman smiling kindly. She led me toward the sitting room. She wore a black dress with a white apron, and her hair was tied neatly in a bun. I followed her silently until we stopped by a grand mahogany table. She gestured for me to drop the coffee.

“Thank you, dear. You may leave now,” she said with a faint smile.

I nodded, forcing a polite grin. “You’re welcome, ma’am,” I replied calmly, turning to leave with a sense of relief washing over me. The delivery was finally done. All I needed now was to step outside, take a deep breath, and head back to the café.

As I walked to the entrance, my heart still racing with thoughts, I suddenly felt a hit on my shoulder. I collided with something firm. I almost slipped off, a jolt ran through me. I looked up to apologize — but froze.

It was him. The same man. The monster who caused me pain.

My breath caught, my heart stopped for a second, then began pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. That face — the same cold, emotionless face that had caused me nightmares and haunted my dreams. What was he even doing here?

Every muscle in my body tensed as memories came flooding back.

“You…” The word came out in a trembling whisper. Then, this time louder, fueled by the storm inside me, “You!”

I stepped back to look at him clearly. He should be the one apologizing to me, but instead, he just kept staring — his piercing grey eyes darkening with confusion. His expression shifted, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. I watched in disbelief as he moved closer to me. I shifted back again, but within the blink of an eye, he grabbed my arm.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” I cried, twisting my arm.

“Stay calm and stop acting like a child!” he whispered, inhaling deeply. His expression changed, and his eyes suddenly glowed faintly — silver bleeding into grey. My pulse raced as he whispered something strange.

“Mate.”

He inhaled again, his expression softening almost instantly. His eyes glowed faintly, silver bleeding into grey. My pulse quickened as he whispered again, almost to himself, “Mate…”

I rolled my eyes, giggled softly, and continued twisting my arm for him to let go. The word hung in the air like a curse.

“What did you call me? That thing you just called me isn’t my name, and I won’t tolerate you calling me names, do you understand me?” I yelled, my heart hammering in my chest.

He pulled me closer to himself, looking stunned too, scanning my body from head to toe as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His gaze dropped to my neck.

“You’re… my mate.”

The world around me blurred for a moment. All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears.

Mate? What did that even mean? Did he mean we were age mates or what? That was literally not my business. But the way he said it — it carried desperation. I stared at him, a chill running down my spine.

Finally, I shook my head and pulled my wrist free. “You’re insane,” I snapped, my voice trembling. “You think after what you did to my mother, you can just—”

I trailed off, catching my breath, but before I could say another word, his hand gripped the back of my neck. Panic shot through me as I struggled against him.

“Let me go, you freak!” I screamed. But it was too late. His eyes glowed completely, and my body froze. His nails extended like a wolf’s claws, and I felt a sharp pain surge through my skin as his fangs sank into my neck.

A scream tore from my throat — raw and painful. I felt helpless. The pain burned through my skin like fire running through my veins. It felt like my soul was being branded. My eyes widened as tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn’t hold them back.

Then suddenly, he pulled away, breathing heavily. His lips were stained with blood, and his face showed a mix of shock and disbelief as he staggered backward.

I collapsed to the floor, clutching my neck, tears pouring down my face. My vision blurred as I stared up at him, my voice cracking with pain.

“What did you do to me? Is this how much you hate me? Why are you stalking me? Why do you keep causing me pain?”

He didn’t answer. He just stared, frozen, gently wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. There was this look on his face — as if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

I looked down at myself, nodding slowly, trying to steady my voice. “So, the rumors about your family being Lycans are true?” My body trembled violently, my heart aching with pain as I spoke. My hand was still clutching the bitten area on my neck.

He took a hesitant step toward me. I crawled backward, glaring through my teary eyes.

“Stay away from me, you monster,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and broken.

“You’re human,” he whispered, staggering to a nearby chair. I watched in pain as he slumped into it.

“And you’re a monster!” I shouted, pointing at him.