Second Chance

Meeting Melisande

Demitri’s POV

My door to my office opens suddenly, breaking me from my internal thoughts.

My wolf starts to growl in the distance at the back of my mind, barely noticeable like that of background noise from a radio.

Melisande glides in with her white hair streaking through her deep red curls in a half up and half down hair style. She is wearing a typically over the top off the shoulder velvet dress. The dress hugs her slender figure, accentuating her curves down to her knee, where the fabric splits to trail behind her in a sweeping train. It’s typically an evening dress, but as she is my chosen mate, she dresses the part of a Luna, or what she thinks a Luna should dress like. The deep emerald dress clashes with her hair but matches her eyes. The darkness of the dress makes her pale skin look almost white.

Melisande takes a seat across from my desk and looks at me with a sweet smile. Melisande's scent of blackberry and lavender flooded my nostrils. It is an okay scent but my distaste for it is growing. It is becoming harder to differentiate my feelings from those of Draygons', where Melisande is involved.

“Yes Melisande?” I asked, hoping this was just a quick visit, so I could continue my work.

“I was wondering whether you have anything planned for this weekend?” Melisande queried.

I stared at her smile.

I have to think fast of an excuse for me to be away from her.

Something... Anything, what is an excuse I have not used? What will not make her suspicious of me avoiding her? Something she can’t come to….

Think… She is starting to look apprehensive… going to a party …no, she could come and it will fail…. I need to stop staring and look in my planner otherwise she will know…. I’m such an i***t….

It’s not that I hate her because I don’t. I do love her, but more like how you would love a sibling. A weird sibling that you marked just because Luna ceremonies dictated should be done in front of the whole pack. Then we had a burst of euphoric emotion that symbolized love before disappearing drastically after we mated.

My wolf was mad at me for choosing a mate and not waiting for our chosen one. We both came into the relationship knowing that we were only a visual couple to begin with while my parents were still here. We were hoping that just marking would be enough, but what happened after was spurred on by the need to complete the bond. Our wolves were pushing us for the completion even though we, as in our human selves, were not. Melisande went into heat and the pain she was in made my wolf take over.

Draygon feels guilt for marking and completing the mating process. Betrayed by me for marking her and initiating the process. He is also so angry about being weak, by not being able to stop or control his emotions. Draygon has not spoken to me since the day after we mated.

She knows the relationship isn’t real, but she still likes to do "couple things" to keep up appearances and I just don’t feel right doing those with her. She feels more like family, so I can only really cope with family things with her and rarely at that. Besides, she knows I’m looking for my true fated mate.

So, I’m on my own with this one. Draygon isn’t going to help me out.

What about a work do? No, she knows everything’s all done?

I just am not feeling sociable at the moment, I am constantly working either at the pack or at the architectural company I own. I watch her look down at her thighs and her smile starts to falter… I can feel the tension in the air as my indecisive thoughts linger in my mind.

I can hear my wolf growl as if in the distance. He starts to growl whenever Melisande is near, but today he seems to be closer, and more aggressive towards her.

Melisande’s POV

I watched Demitri think and scroll through the planner beside him.

I take this opportunity to observe him and absorb his features and scent. His scent of pine and lemon is very pleasing to my wolf and myself. I do not think we will ever tire of his aroma. He is 6 foot 6 with charcoal black hair created by the subtle tones of ebony, brassy brown and white strands of hair. His hair is normally pushed back with some small wavy curves, today it fell slightly over his forehead. If he had hair gel in his hair, he would look like John Travolta from Grease.

His deep brown eyes scanned the calendar on the wall before searching for his planner on the desk. He is wearing his usual combat boots and khaki trousers with a black v-neck tank top made from polyester and spandex. His muscles stretching the fabric threatening to tear at the seams if he takes too deep of a breath.

“Anything?” I asked again after a few moments had passed.

I know we are supposed to be platonic, but it never stays that way, especially with women, right? They get attached and sentimental. So, its normal I feel this way… I have watched movies; I have seen it happen. Women fall in love with their best friends all the time, and they always end up together. Maybe he can learn to love me if he spends time with me, right? I do everything he asks… even sleep in a different bedroom…

I’m sure if he spends some time with me that he will see I'm the one he really wants.

I couldn’t help but fall in love with him. He has saved us… He helped us when no one else would or could… He made sure we have everything that we ever needed: a roof, clothes, food, medical care, security and protection.

He always looks after my kids, giving them an education and training. He gets on well with Iska, buying her trinkets and scaring off the suitors almost like a father. Teaching Ash different forms of martial arts and the running of the pack. I understand he has difficulty at the moment spending time with us, and he has been busy.

“I’m free this weekend.”

I couldn’t help but smile a Cheshire grin at his response. This is perfect and exactly what is needed.

Demitri’s POV

Seeing the unusual grin that was plastered across Melisande’s face had me a bit worried and confused.

What have I signed myself up for?