Slowly slipping from the bed, I tried not to disturb my mate. I walked to the dresser letting off a small warning growl.
I didn’t need him knocking on the door and waking her up. If he did, I might have to kick his ass, something I really wasn’t in the mood to do.
Roman shifted slightly, letting me know he heard me and wasn’t willing to risk my anger. Smart wolf! Pulling a pair of boxer briefs from the drawer, I put one leg and then the other into the holes. I pulled them quickly up my hips not bothering with a shirt.
Turning I looked at my mate sleeping in our bed. Her hair was fanned out over the pillow while the sheets covered her. With a sigh of frustration, I opened the door and slipped out through the opening, which was just big enough to let me through.
“This better be fucking life or death,” I snapped at Roman.
“Alpha,” he said as his eyes darted to the door.
“What do you want, Roman?” I asked him as my wolf slipped into my voice.
“The rogue was spotted on the southern edge,” he tells me and his eyes, once again, went to the closed door.
“Did you catch him?” I asked him, anger starting to take hold. The fucking bastard was taunting us and then went after my mate.
“No,” He replied quietly as if he knew too much noise would set me off. He was right, I might have had to throat punch him.
“You mated,” he stated.
“Yes,” there was no need to elaborate, and I wasn’t about to divulge the details.
“She’s human,” he said in a shocked voice.
“Not for much longer,” I tell him, my voice turning cold.
She would turn, there wasn’t much choice in the matter. I should never have bitten her, but the need to mark her was too strong to fight off.
“You fully mated?” he asked, his voice was filled with something I couldn’t quite catch.
“Do we have a problem, Roman?” I asked him, my voice turned ice cold.
“No, alpha,” he replied as his eyes went to the door and remained glued there.
“Should I be concerned about you trying to take my mate?” I growled.
“NO!” he quickly exclaimed.
“Alpha?” Dirk comes up behind Roman.
Sighing, I looked to my second.
“You need to see this,” he tells me.
“Go see if you can find his trail,” I tell Roman.
He turns to leave, with his head down as if his tail was tucked between his legs. It wasn’t, but it was about to be.
“And Roman, stay the fuck away from my mate,” I tell him harshly.
I didn’t like the way he had been watching my door. The very idea that he might be coveting her had my fist clenching and my wolf fighting for freedom.
“How is she?” Dirk asked as I turned to go into my room.
“Sleeping,” I tell him, my voice holding the tone to let him know I wasn’t in the mood to share more.
I needed more clothes. Opening the door slowly, I walked into my room and headed in the direction of my dresser while my eyes strayed to the bed. Mia was curled up holding my pillow close with her face pressed against the surface as if she smelled me.
The thought brought a smile to my face. My Mate missed me just like I missed her already. I kept thinking of her pressed against me, the feel of her breath on my chest, her warmth soaking into my body.
Grabbing a pair of jeans and a dark t-shirt, I quickly dressed. I wanted her to rest, she was going to need it. The change would be upon her soon, and that meant cleaning up whatever fucking mess needed cleaning up. I wanted to be here to help her transition.
She will be terrified, and it will be painful. The thought had my wolf growling, there was nothing we could do to help her transition. Nothing to take away the fear and pain.
My fist clenched as I opened the door. I hoped with every fiber of my being that Mia didn’t hate me when this was over. I should have given her a choice, but instead, I let instinct take over, and I did the unforgivable. I forced this life upon her.
Chapter 13
Mia
He was gone, I knew it before I opened my eyes. The bed was colder without him in it. I missed him, I also missed his warmth and his comfort.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
You finally gave it up to the yummiest man in all of the fairytale land, that horribly annoying voice replied.
Yes, he was yummy and sweet. If I was honest with myself, there was a pull I’ve never felt before, and that terrified me, and overrode all my scenes.
You just gave it up, that’s what the voice said. The knowledge was like a ten-pound sledgehammer to a toe, it hurt, scared me, and had me completely shocked. I was sitting with my mouth agape. I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
I just spread my legs like jam on bread, I laid there and took it. What the fuck happened? I couldn’t even blame alcohol. That shit was innocent in all of this.
Then another feeling hit me, I was relieved it was finally over. Then another emotion, embarrassment. That was quickly cast out by the thought of holy shit, that was amazing.
I was brought back to earth. He was gone, as in the bed was empty and he wasn’t in it. Placing my hand in the area he used to be, it was cold, not cool. It was just cold like he had been missing for hours, if not longer.
The realization hurt. It hurt more than a one-night stand should.
Do you really believe it was a one-night stand? Then you are stupider then I thought, that voice whispered.
Oh, fuck you, and I will have you know you are also talking shit about yourself, as we are one, I tell it gleefully.
My head drops forward. Of course, as I am berating it about us being one. I’m literally playing games with myself. Who knew I was crazy as fuck?
The floorboards outside of the room creaked, and my heart rate sped up like I was on speed. Don’t go below fifty miles per hour or it will blow up!
Was he back? Did I want him back? Oh god, what if it was his harem? Did he expect me to join? No, I wasn’t and this better not have been an audition or someone’s balls was going to make a very nice mirror decoration. Screw fuzzy dice.
The floor outside the door creaked again as if someone was pacing in front of the door. I could hear whispers and the curiosity was trying to make a comeback or a surprise. You know when someone jumps out of the cake, yeah that’s what it wanted to do. Jump out and says here I am!
Lowering the sheet, I dragged my bare ass across the soft surface of the fitted sheet. Cold air blew over my body as I searched for my clothes. Chills had me shivering, and goose bumps rose all over my body.
Dragging my jean shorts over my bare ass, I sighed quietly as I buttoned then zipped them up. I was starting to feel less on the wild side and more on the normal.
There was a throbbing between my thighs and my pussy burned from the activity’s earlier this morning. Squinting I did a double check to make sure it was still daylight and not dusk. Yup, looked like the afternoon. Maybe even noon.
Leaning down I scooped up my tank top and quickly pulled the soft material over my head forgoing the bra and panties. I tiptoed closer to the door, the closer I got, the more my head hurt.
“What are you doing here,” a female voice hissed.
“She’s in his bed,” another female growled.
“She’s his mate, you need to get the fuck out of here before he finds out you were this close to her,” the first one said. Her voice was firm and concerned.
“I can’t, and I won’t let her take my place!” The second one cried.
I felt a pang as I realized they were definitely talking about me. A small part had hoped it was some other unfortunate female.
There was a sharp ache in my chest, and my lungs heaved as the room seemed to close in around me. She was here before me. In this very room, in this very bed, and in his arms.
I wanted to rip her apart. I wanted to roll into a ball and cry, I also wanted the world to stop spinning and make it better.
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bsp; “You need to leave, now!” The first woman snapped.
“She can’t have him!” the second woman said in desperation. It had my heart twisting.
“What will you do when you find your mate? He’s. Not. Yours.” The first woman informed her ruthlessly.
“I can’t…” the second woman’s voice filled with the tears I was sure was running down her face.
“You knew this was a mutual thing. You are not Bastien’s mate, and that hasn’t changed, Sissy,” the first woman said gently.
Her voice had been harsh, yet reasonable. Whoever this Sissy was, I knew things weren’t going to be good between us.
See, not a one-night stand! That voice was rolling around in its good humor.
The voice was right, I couldn’t walk away even if I wanted too. Something was keeping me rooted to the floor. Like a tree I couldn’t move my roots, I was literally immovable.
Anger, frustration, fear, and something I couldn’t name whirled around in my head and body. I was angry, I couldn’t bring myself to walk away. I was frustrated with the woman on the other side of this door.
Bastien was out there somewhere, and I was stuck in here with his other woman. Wait, are there more? How many would I have to face?
My hand went to reach for the doorknob. I wanted to scream at the women. I wanted to slap them and tie them up.
I watched in horror as my hand wrapped around the cool surface of the doorknob. It was freezing against my heated flesh.
Sweat broke out all over my body. Chills danced along my spine, and my heart rate spiked again. My hand fell away as my world spun. Something was wrong with me, very wrong.
The spinning stopped as I face planted onto the bed. My feet dangled over the edge like useless broken branches. My arms didn’t stop my fall, they felt heavy, and the world darkened, and my eyes fought to stay open.
A shudder racked my body as my stomach churned and my skin stretched painfully over my body. Bile rose up my throat as my eyes closed and tears spilled from them. I felt trapped in this in-between, oh god what was wrong with me?
Chapter 14
Mia
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed or how long I laid here begging for relief. Pain rocked my body as more tears spilled from my eyes.
I didn’t feel alone anymore, there was more inside of me. It was more than the voice that I heard. Whatever it was kept silent, and that right there terrified me the most. The overcrowded space in my mind was joined by another, and I wasn’t okay with that.
How crazy was I? Batshit over the roof, under the bridge, and off the deep end crazy?
I needed someone to come to hold me and rub my back. Someone to tell me that it would all be okay. That the world wasn’t really spinning out of control, and my heart wasn’t trying to beat out of my chest.
My palms turned clammy, and my chest throbbed heavily.
Then the door burst open, and my head tried to see who intruded on such a fucked up and yet a private moment. I was terrified out of control, and I couldn’t protect myself. I was basically fucked. Yup, fucked! There was not a nice way to put it.
“Mia,” Bastien said.
He dropped to his knees, and the sound bounced off the walls seemingly louder than it should have been. His hands went to my hair as his eyes scanned my face.
“I don’t feel so well,” I mumbled quietly.
“Baby,” he said while those skillful fingers lifted the hair off my neck, which gave me a slight cool air reprieve.
“I should have been here,” he tells me.
“What’s wrong with me?” I asked him sluggishly.
“Mia, you’re changing,” he tells me. His voice was low and filled with the concern that was running rampant through my body.
It was like a high-speed chase in there. All the emotions on the run and no one to rein them in. Honest to god, I was expecting to hear sirens at any moment.
“Bastien, I hurt everywhere,” I tell him miserably.
“I know baby, I’m so fucking sorry,” he tells me, his voice tortured.
“If this is the after effects of sex, why the fuck do people keep doing it?” I say out loud.
His laughter echoed around the room his eyes light just for a moment before he became solemn again.
“Am I dying?” I asked him.
I expected him to laugh and call me crazy, but he just looked at me and didn’t say a word. Oh, mother of all bullshit I was dying!
“Listen to me baby, don’t fight it,” he tells me, his tone desperate.
“Fight what? Sissy?” I asked him in confusion.
Would I fight her? Probably and I sure as fuck didn’t like losing so kicking her ass was a definite.
“Sissy? What does Sissy have to do with it?” He asked me.
“She’s your woman,” I snapped at him, but it came out more like a growl.
“Mate, Sissy isn’t my woman. You are,” he tells me.
“Oooh, you have a way with words,” I grumbled right before another shudder racked my body followed by a moan of pain.
“Don’t fight it, let her come to you,” he tells me.
“I’ll fucking kill her,” I tell him, Sissy was getting nowhere near me.
Us, another voice whispered. It held a hint of a growl to it.
“Let her come, baby, please,” he begged me. I closed my eyes as my body contorted and my bones started shifting under my skin. It hurt like a motherfucker.
My skin was stretching, my bones were breaking, and I was on fire. Oh god, what new kind of hell was this? It was just sex, and we just did it once. Please stop punishing me!
“Stop fighting,” he growled at me.
I snarled at him as another bone snapped and defined itself. I felt something press under my skin. My eyes opened as hair started sprouting along my arms.
My face pulsed as it grew and changed. “Fuck, baby, you’re beautiful,” he tells me, his voice filled with awe.
His fingers sunk into my hair. Turning my head, I looked at myself. Oh god, I was on all fours, covered in fur, and I had a fucking tail!
“Mia, look at me,” he demanded.
I dragged my eyes away from my tail, my fucking tail and focused on him.
“My beautiful, strong mate,” he sighed running his fingers behind my ears. My eyes slowly closed in pleasure.
“I need you to come back to me,” he tells me.
My eyes didn’t want to open, and I sure as fuck didn’t want him to stop. I growled, my ears flattened to my head as he removed his hand from me.
His laughter was loud drawing others to the door. I could smell them, and it was overwhelming. Silly was among them, I could sense her.
Sissy was watching me, and I was pissed she was back. My mate, she wanted my mate, and I wasn’t sharing. My wolf was ready to rip her apart.
“You need to go,” the woman from earlier said quietly to Sissy.
“No,” Sissy said harshly.
I knew that voice, and my ears flattened closer to my head as the hair on the nape of my neck stood up. Anger coursed through me like molten lava after a volcano eruption.
“Now,” the other woman said again, this time in a firmer voice.
I turned in their direction as saliva pooled in my mouth. My wolf salivated at the thought of sinking my teeth and claws into the woman who wanted to take our place.
“Mia, look at me,” Bastien demanded.
I know I should, but I didn’t want too. What I wanted was to rip the bitches throat out.
If she’s dead, she’s no threat, the new voice says.
I agreed, and so did the voice I was used too.
“Mate,” Bastien tried again.
I shook my head and growled when I heard a sob come from the group of people gathering at the door.
I needed to take her out, she could try to claim what was ours and I couldn’t let that happen. For the first time in my life I had a purpose, a real this is it kind of thing, and I wasn’t letting that go.
; “Sissy,” Bastien growled.
I swung my head back to Bastien and narrowed my eyes. He wanted her, and a growl escaped as I began to snarl loudly.
“Leave now,” he tells her.
“I can’t,” she replied.
Her voice was sad and desperate, and I locked onto it. Sissy wanted what was mine, and I wasn’t sharing. She was a threat, and I needed to eliminate the said threat.
Darting from the bed, I snarled as I tried to press through the people that were in the way. I knew she was here, and I wasn’t going to stand by and let her try to take what was mine.
My feet pressed on the soft carpet, and my claws connecting with the hard surface beneath. The air around me was hot, and I was ready for the fight. I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath.
She had come here taunting me with her relationship. She wanted to take Bastien from me. He was mine, didn’t she understand that? Mine! Oh god, the panic started to set in.
I was a fucking wolf or a dog? And then I was obsessing over my one-night stand like we were together forever? What the fuck was wrong with me?
I backed up a step and then went forward. I wanted to escape, and I wanted to rip Sissy’s throat out. I also wanted to curl up in a ball and cry like the baby I was starting to feel like, and I wanted to charge her and make her cry for a whole different reason.
My emotions were all over the place, and I was trapped in this in-between. A nightmare and fantasy. Sissy’s sobs had my hackles rising and my muscles tightening.
My stomach clenched, and I was back in between a nightmare and reality. Why wouldn’t Sissy go away? Was she enjoying my torment?
Yes, yes, she was, that voice whispered followed by a growl.
Make her pay, the growly voice added.
Pay for what? This pain? The fact she was getting off on it? I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but I needed to do something. There were eyes all over me watching my every move, my every breath. I bet they were counting the times I blinked.
Their focus was too much. The smells mixed together and were toxic in their intensity. My upper lip curled, and a growl rumbled from deep in my chest. It was a warning to the bystanders and a bigger warning to Sissy.
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