The Mate Fate Almost Didn't Give Me

Chapter 19: She's Drunk

Chapter 19 

She’s Drunk

Damian’s P.O.V.

Over the last 4 months my mate has gotten to know my family and my pack. She has even become close friends with my sister. Meanwhile I have practically became a recluse I have only left the office a handful of times for training and I’ve only seen my mate 4 times. Each time I found it increasingly difficult to continue being distant with her and as a result I was rude as hell. She took my rudeness in stride though, she start taking over Luna duties even though we haven’t had a mating ceremony or a Luna ceremony, (to be honest I am not sure I can handle being close to her for the amount of time those take and still be able to leave afterward so I have been putting them off). Personally, I take all of my meals in my office and even sleep on the couch in here every night. I have thought about moving to a guest room on the 3rd floor but I can’t bear to be that far away from my mate at night. On the other hand I can’t sleep in my own room because she is there and I need to be keeping my distance. So I sleep in my office on my uncomfortable couch. However I am not sure what good it is doing because it seems like I am falling in love with my mate despite the distance I put between us. 

Like many nights I am working late in my office, when there is a sudden knock on the door.

“Come in.” I say figuring it is either my Beta or my Gamma.

Sure enough Lorcan walks in. “Hey, man.”

“Why are you here so late?” I ask him. Hoping that he isn’t forced to be here because of a rogue problem. Though if there was a skirmish I should have heard about it quicker.

He starts rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “so . . . um . . . “

I stare at him in wonder. I have never seen my Beta nervous before, “What? Are you trying to ask me to prom or something.” I chuckle at my own words.

He chuckles too, though it sound more nervous than anything else. 

“Out with it,” I tell him.

“Right,” He says. “Soo . . . uh . . . keep in mind I am the messenger okay.”

“Okay.”

“Listen I think Clementine is the instigator here but uh . . . your mate is still out. And it’s um well past her curfew.” He finishes nervously.

“Why wasn’t I told as soon as she was past curfew.” I growl.

“Well man your curfew is kind of early. So at first we just figured the girls went to dinner and were running late but considering how late it is we don’t think that is the case.”

“So let me get this straight,” I say glaring at him. “My mate is 4 hours past curfew AND YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE HELL SHE IS.” By the end I completely lose it on him and started yelling.

“What if our mate is hurt,” whimpered Demon.

“We would know.” I tell him soothingly.

“Yeah but we should know because somebody has eyes on her. Not because we are relying on the mate bond.” He tells me.

“I know,” I respond feeling my anger rising. 

“They have been careless with our mate. Somebody should have followed them.” Demon growls. 

“I know,” I tell him once more before turning back to Lorcan.

“I told all of you to watch her.” 

“We have been, she was with Clem. It’s not like Clem doesn’t know how to slip the guard.” He tells me.

“Don’t use my sister as an excuse for losing my mate.”

I turn away from him and stalk down the stairs. 

Lorcan follows me down, “what are you going to do?”

“Call in a guard team to find them.” 

“Don’t you think that is a little extreme. They snuck off together they are probably eating dinner, shopping, or at the club.” 

“Don’t care where they probably are. The guard will tell me where they definitely are.” I tell him.

“That’s true but . . . “

“But, What?” 

He grins, “but I think you are being a little irrational and should consider waiting a couple of hours.”

“Oh, yeah, why is that.” I ask him. 

“Because everything in town will be closed down in about 3 everything closes down and they will be home.” He tells me.

“And if they aren’t?” I ask him.

He shrugs, “then we send out the search party.”

I glare at him knowing he is right. “Fine, you may go.”

“Aren’t you going to head back up to your office?” He asks me as if working is even an option right now.

“No, I am going to sit here and wait three hours and if my mate and my sister don’t walk through that door in that time. I am calling the guard.”

He laughs, “and you say you don’t care about that little mate of yours.”

“I don’t.”

“Your sister has broken curfew more times than I can count and yet this is the first time you’ve wanted to send a search team or decided to sit and wait by the door for her to come home.” He chuckles again, “Can’t help but think that might have something to do with that little mate of yours.” 

He turns around and walks up the stairs, chuckling, before I can correct him.

(Not that I could have actually corrected him anyway. He is right, I am only this worried because of my mate.)

It has been a long night I have spent the last couple of hours going back and forth between pacing the living room and sitting in the arm chair facing the door. 

After 2 ½ hours of this my mate and my sister finally walk through the front door. Well more like stumble through it. I hop up from where I was sitting and go over to them. I can immediately smell the alcohol. Not to mention they are clearly drunk. 

 I growl at them “what the hell were you two thinking sneaking out of the house like that and for what.” (Not that I don’t already know).

She just laughs it off and tells me, “To get drunk. We snuck out of the pack house to go to a club and got drunk. We had fun though so that is a first.”

Demon whimpers, “Mate isn’t having fun here. We have neglected mate.”

“Focus,” I tell him before turning to my sister and commanding her to go upstairs. 

My sister follows my command, meanwhile my drunk mate starts giggling and says, ““Oh, does the big bad Alpha want to talk to me alone.” 

(Yeah.)

“Yup,” Demon barks.

“Helpful.” I tell him.

Back to my mate who snuck off to get very drunk and could have been badly hurt because of it. “What the hell were you thinking going out like that.” I ask her. 

“Didn’t come up with idea, was just the one to fall in love with it.” She responds.

(Implying my sister did. Not that I didn’t already know that.)

I hesitate not sure if I want to know for sure who did it. (It really might be easier if I believe it was my sister) “So it was my sisters idea?” I ask her.

She sways before saying, “Nope.”

(She is protecting my sister from getting into trouble.)

“She is such a great Luna,” Demon purrs. 

“No,” I tell him, “good Luna’s don’t take unnecessary risks.)

I tell her. “Well it doesn’t matter who came up with the idea. It was irresponsible for you to go. You are the Luna. You are supposed to be responsible. You are supposed to set and example. Yet here you are.” My voice raises as I get more upset, “DRUNK OFF YOU ASS BARELY ABLE TO STAND UP, BREAKING CURFEW, BREAKING ALL OF YOU RULES.” 

She stares at me for a moment before whispering,  “and you are supposed to be acting like my mate guess we are both disappointed.” I freeze up because her response makes my blood run cold. 

Demon cries out in my head, “No, we’re sorry. We love you.” 

Before I can say anything of the sort though, she runs to the bathroom and starts vomiting. 

I follow her into the bathroom and hold her hair while she pukes.

“Poor mate,” whispers Demon.

(I wonder how much she has had to drink. She seems awfully sick. I mean it isn’t exactly easy for werewolves to get drunk much less this drunk.)

Finally, when she is done throwing up I ask her softly, “How much did you have to drink, exactly?”

“I don’t know I lost track pretty early on.” she tells me.

“You were so irresponsible tonight,” I tell her wanting her to understand how much she made me worry I continue “I expect you to take care of yourself.

Suddenly her eyes go wide and then she starts to cry, “I . .  .”

“Don’t cry little mate,” whispers Demon. 

I, however, am a little to distraught from her tears to speak. So I simply pick her up bridal style and carry her up the stairs to our bathroom so I can run her a bath.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING,” She yells. 

I can’t help but chuckle (trust me I have no interest in taking advantage of my very drunk mate).

“I am running you a bath because you threw up and” I can’t help but scrunch my nose,” because you smell like a brewery and I don’t like that.” (seriously though I find myself missing her warm chocolate orange scent.)

She stares at me before fully comprehending what is happening,  “BUT I WILL BE NAKED!”

“Yes, you will,” Demon whispers lustfully.

“Bad dog,” I tell him.

I grin at her, “That is the general idea of the bath yes. Do you generally keep clothes on while you bath?” (knowing fully well what her answer will be.)

“NO, BUT THIS TIME YOU WILL SEE ME. AND I WILL BE NAKED.” I start laughing. (I may not like the fact that my mate is drunk but it is nice to talk to her without her having her walls up. She is funny.”

“Would it help if I put bubbles in so I don’t see anything and turn around while you undress and get in?” I ask her.

After considering it for a minute she finally agrees and then starts giggling. 

Once she is in I turn around and say, “see, that wasn’t so bad.”

She glares at me and grumbles, “I’m still naked though.” 

I laugh at her childlike behavior before walking over to help her wash her hair. 

Finally when she is done in the bath I say, “Okay you are clean so I am going to go downstairs and get you some water and something to put on your stomach. Can you get out on your own?

“Yeah” she responds.

(Part of me wishing that she couldn’t.)

I walk back into our room after getting food and water and say, “alright, lets get something on your stomach.”

She quietly says, “thank you.”

I watch as she eats before saying, “you never explained why you broke the rules.” 

“You never explained why I have rules. There were a lot of pack members at that club so clearly those rules don’t apply to everyone.” She returns.

I tell her, “no, they don’t. They apply to you.” 

“Why?” She asks.

“Because they do.” I tell her.

“Why?” She asks again.

“Because they do.” 

“Why?” 

I groan getting slightly annoyed.“Because they do.”

“Why?” 

“Because they do.” 

“Why?” 

“Because they just do.” I am trying my hardest not to get frustrated.

“Why?” 

The last time she says it I can’t help but let my frustration and fear seep into my response. “Because, you are the luna nobody else.” (because your my mate and I love you.)

“I don’t like that answer,” She tells me petulantly.

She looks so cute when she is frustrated I can’t help but chuckle. 

Suddenly she smiles like she got a new idea which makes me a little nervous. And I should be because the next thing she says is, ““But fine if you won’t be honest with me about why, maybe you will be honest about something else.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” I ask her slightly nervous and slightly amused. 

“Why am I being punished for what your last mate did?” She asks look up at me sadly.

(Why would she think I am punishing her over that? Why does she think I am punishing her at all.) My mind is spinning. (Have I really been that terrible of a mate?” 

Finally I ask,  “what makes you think that you are?”

“You avoid me, you don’t try to get to know me, in fact your barely even willing to speak to me and I haven’t done anything to you.”Her voice breaks and tears start to run down her face but she continues.  “So, Why? Why am I being punished for something I haven’t done?

“your not being punished because of my first mate.” I whisper because I am afraid my own voice will break from watching her sadness.

“Yeah, I don’t believe you.”

Demon and I growl at the same time not liking being called a liar. “this has nothing to do with her. Your wrong when you said you didn’t do anything. You did, you are the reason behind my behavior.” I tell her earnestly. 

She cries harder at this, “Why? What did I do to you?” She asks. 

(What did she do? Are you kidding me, what hasn’t she done.) I can’t help but yell at her, “EVERYTHING. YOUR PERFECT. YOU ARE LITERALLY THE PERFECT MATE AND AND I DON’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THAT OKAY.”

I take a deep breath trying to calm myself before I spill everything to her. “I had a mate before, it is true but it was nothing in comparison to being mated to you. You are good and kind and and strong. You are a good Luna. I have never felt like this before. I can smell you from anywhere in the house, sometimes even further. I … I am obsessed with you. I can’t get you out of my head no matter what I do. However I have lost a mate before and I know how it feels to lose a mate. If my mate bond with you is so much stronger than it was with her. How can I face losing you? Losing her damn near killed me but if I lose you I know I won’t survive it. I am not sure I would even be willing to try to. Your death will be my death and to be honest I don’t know how I am supposed to deal with that. 

She stares at me (can’t say I blame her after everything I just said.) 

Finally, she softly states. “You learn.” 

And then before I can respond she grabs my hand and pulls me down on the bed with her and says  “And you start by sleeping in the same bed as me.”

I smile, ( she has missed me as much as I have missed her and maybe just maybe I haven’t screwed everything up. Maybe if I am good to her from now on she will forgive my past behavior.)

I wrap her up in my arms and turn off the lights.

She quickly falls asleep but I just lay there staring at her wondering how this perfect woman can make me feel happy with just a few words. 

Finally after a long time  I slow drift off to sleep. Feeling happier and more at me peace than I have in a long time.