The Mate Fate Almost Didn't Give Me

Chapter 9: I Will Have A Life

Chapter 9

I Will Have A Life

Azara’s P.O.V

I can feel warmth wrapped around me.

(My blankets are never this warm)

Then suddenly it comes crashing back to me. The Presentation. The Interruption. My Mate.

(Oh goddess my mate. The man rumored to be a horrible person but who might not actually be a bad person). He is the man who has his arms wrapped around me. Alpha Damian Black is cuddling me. (He must have come in while I was sleeping). 

Cora purrs with content. 

I open my eyes and slowly look up at him.

“He’s beautiful” whispers Cora. 

“That he is,” I agree.

Just looking at him I have an almost primal need to kiss him but at the same time I don’t want to wake him.

“He looks peaceful.” 

“Yeah, I wonder if sleep is the only time he looks this peaceful.” whispers Cora.

“I don’t know, it will probably be the only time he looks like that around me. He hates me I know he does. And I get why Cora but how can I live with a mate that hates me.”

“Give him a chance, he might not like having a mate now but he will.” Cora Responds.

“You don’t know that,” I tell her. 

“I do,” She says. “ Your a good person Azara, you would never do what that b***h has done to him and with a little help from the mate bond he will realize that.”

“But what if he doesn’t, what if I fall for him and he continues to hate me. How can I survive that Cora?”

Cora doesn’t respond. (I think she knows that if this happens, I won’t survive it and neither will she. The mate bond is already to powerful. 

“Do you plan to lay there and stare at me all day, woman?” 

I blush and quickly sit up, ‘ I uh, No. I was just trying not to wake you.”

“You failed.” He whispers. 

I stare at him for a second before running into the bathroom to change. I brought me suitcase into the bathroom last night to make things easier.

In the bathroom I change into one of my nicer outfits. It is a skin tight blue tanktop and a pair of black leggings, I slip into my black knee high leather boots and I am ready to face my mate.

I decided last night after reading his file that I would be okay with not going to counselling or doing mediation but that I still wanted to talk through everything before going back to his pack with him.

So I take a deep breath and walk out into room. Luckily he too has gotten dressed and sitting in the chair I sat in yesterday. So I walk over to the couch, where he sat, and take a seat. 

I look up at him, (Why does he have to be so difficult to read?)

I take a deep breath, “I am okay with not having the counselling or mediation done.”

He stares at me for a moment, “I wouldn’t have done it either way,” he responds.

“I know. Which is why I am telling you that instead I want to go over everything in private.”

His eyebrow raises, “what is there to talk about? You are coming home with me.”

“I know.” I smile at the look of surprise on his face.

“You are an Alpha. Your first duty is to your pack it has to be. So there is no use in fighting about which pack we are moving to because it will have to be yours and your an Alpha which mean that we can’t live separately because travel would be difficult for you and your pack will need a Luna. Which, I am assuming, is why you came to the Meeting of the Mates to begin with.”

His mouth drops and it takes everything I have not to laugh at his expression. 

“However, that being said, I am warrior and I wish to remain so. I have no interest in being one of those Lunas who sits around in the house and looks pretty. I want to train and I want to fight. Furthermore, if all you want is a Luna, I will have you know I will not ever look the other way for you to have indiscretions. I am not going to be treated like a breeding tool.”

Shit, he looks pissed.

“First of all if all I want is a Luna then I certainly have no interest in breeding with you. Second you don’t make the rules, and lastly you will not fight ever.”He growls, his eyes turning blacker by the second.

“I am not a prisoner,” I snap. 

“No, you will be a Luna and Lunas don’t fight.” He snaps back.

“I am a warrior. How can you ask me to sit back and look pretty.” I growl. Surprisingly my wolf takes my side and is growling too.

“I AM NOT ASKING,” he yells.

“NEITHER AM I.” I yell back at him. 

“I AM YOUR ALPHA. YOU WILL DO AS I SAY.” 

“I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU ARE. YOU WILL NOT ORDER ME AROUND.” I scream at him. 

“NO.”

“I AM NOT ASKING. I AM TELLING YOU THAT IF YOU WANT A WEAK LUNA IT WON’T BE ME.” I continue screaming at him.

Using his alpha commands, “YOU WILL COME WITH ME, AND YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY BECAUSE I AM YOU ALPHA. YOU DON’T GET A CHOICE.”

I  stare at him frozen. His alpha command doesn’t work on because I am his mate but he doesn’t seem to realize that. Then I realize that he is right anyways I don’t get a choice because we are mates. Suddenly tears clog my vision and I feel like I can’t breath.

I can’t sit here and look at him any longer so I run into the bathroom to cry. 

“He won’t even give a little.” I cry to my wolf but she can’t calm me down because she is just as upset by the fact that we can no longer be a warrior. 

After a lot of crying I whisper to my wolf, “I want to reject him and go home.” 

“I … I agree,” whispers Cora. 

I cry even harder, “Cora, your supposed to be the one to talk me out of it. To tell me that the mate bond is everything and to try and make things work with my mate.”

“Not at the expense of us,” she answers. “We can’t love a man who won’t allow us to be us. We are strong. We are a warrior. I don’t want us to be treated like a weak Luna who can’t fend for herself.”

At this I cry for a long time. I feel so torn by what is happening. All I wanted for a long time was a mate. I had almost given up looking for him only to find him at the last moment. And now I would reject him.

Finally I pick myself up off of the bathroom floor and walk out into the room. 

He is sitting on couch. I can’t see his face but I can’t tell he is upset. (though I don’t know if it is because of the conversation we had or something else.)

I walk over to him. It is taking all of my strength not to give in. 

I am standing in front of him when I whisper, “ I, Azara Silver, Re….

He stands up quicker than I have ever seen someone move and before I can finish the word reject he kisses me, hard. 

“No,” He growls. 

I start to cry again. “I will not live in a world where I am forced into submission.”

He stares at me for a long time and then says something that gives me hope for us. “Then don’t but don’t reject me.