His Moonlight

Chapter 2

Nerina's POV

"Mate?" I whispered, testing the single word on my lips, not believing what Zira had just uttered to me.

She was joking, right?

Right?

I took another whiff of the dark caramel scent and closed my eyes, tasting the sweet fragrance as it danced on my tongue... waking all my senses with its intoxicating taste.

Oh my... every cell in my body felt alive... burning hot with desire... urging me to be touched by the owner of the scent...

I could just imagine how holly sweet my mate must be... and I secretly hope he looked and tasted as delicious as his intoxicated sweet heavenly smell was...

My heart suddenly raced, and my hands had become hot, sweaty, and sticky... bloody hell, what the f*ck was happening...? Why was I suddenly feeling like I was going to hyperventilate?

I took a slow, even breath, trying to calm my racing heart... and then I tried to make sense of the situation...

Okay... let us try this again...

I found my mate? Right?

It can't be, can it?

Was it even possible?

I just turned fifteenth... I'm not due...

"Our mate is standing behind us, have a look if you don't believe me!" Zira urged, rolling her eyes at me annoyed.

I ignored her, I was too bewildered at the idea that he was standing right behind me, to actually find the courage to turn around and meet him...

Okay... I found my mate..?

It still sounded surreal to my own mind... it couldn't be... there was no way... I shook my head, still in denial.

But why... why... why was I so drawn to such a simple smell... why was it driving my insides crazy... why... why... why..?

My eyes grew wide when the realization finally kicked in.

I found... my mate!

I found my mate and that at fifteen!

"Oh, Mother Moon, you heard my prayers! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I praised her.

Chills ran down my body out of excitement, knowing that soon I would be in strong arms that would love and cherish me!

I always wanted a mate...

I always wanted my true and fated one...

I always wanted someone who would love and hold me...

I always wanted someone who didn't care that I was cursed...

I always wanted someone who would love me even with all my temper tantrums and imperfections...

I always wanted someone who would love me unconditionally...

I always believed that my mate would sweep me off my feet and we would ride off into the sunset... leaving everything bad behind us... that my mate would be my prince charming... giving me the kind of love my grandparents and parents have...

I always believed in fated love, it was the most perfect love in existence... and here I stood, finding my mate early to have him even longer...

I sighed happily... suddenly feeling contempt at the idea...

Finally, someone other than my family would be able to love me...

Finally, someone else will be able to talk to me...

Finally, I would be free from a pack who didn't understand or appreciate me...

Excitement pushed up inside me and it started to bubble over...

Love was at my fingertips and I just needed to grab hold of it...

"We found our mate, and we will finally be loved and happy!" I shouted excited to Zira as I did a happy dance in my mind...

"Here goes nothing..." I said nervously, as I opened my eyes, and turned them towards the ground.

I turned around slowly, unsure what to expect...

I could feel his gaze on me, as I shyly started to convey my eyes from the ground upwards.

His black trainers caught my attention first, then his fitted navy blue jeans, as I moved along, I blushed when I reached his crotch...

"Oh," I gasped, seeing the bulge in the front... but I quickly moved my gaze upwards, trying not to look down at it again...

When I reached his center, I got sucked in too deep, fantasizing over his perfectly crafted golden body.

"Oh, Goddess... wow! You surely did not disappoint!" I licked my lips unconsciously, wishing I could run my hands over his rock-hard body, feeling and counting each and every block of his perfectly crafted eight pack... over... and over... again...

I was still lusting over his perfect body, when I took a chance and met his gaze, hoping that what I was feeling and smelling would be returned...

It was not what I expected...

Not at all!

On the contrary, it was the total opposite of what I had hoped...

His clear blue eyes looked at me in anger and disappointment and his perfectly straight nose was scrunched up like he was smelling the most revolting smell ever... his perfectly crafted angel face... held the coldest, hardest, and most hostile expression I have ever seen...

"F*ck!" I gasped out, at the turn of events and froze at my spot, unable to move...

I have never felt this uncomfortable and unwanted before... never in my wildest dreams have I ever expected my mate would be this... this... displeased with me...

I shivered as the cold waves ran down my body.

Why did I feel so... so... cold and alone in his presence? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

Did he just drop the temperature around us?

Did he just freeze hell over?

The sudden long and painful howl from Zira startled me and indicated that everything about this meeting was... wrong...

He was obviously not very happy and excited about finding me...

His gaze softened for a second as it moved towards my shivering hands, and he scrunched his eyebrows together confused.

I reverted my eyes toward my hands, seeing the dry blood coloring them. Most of my wounds have healed, thanks to Zira, but the evidence of today's events was still highly visible.

F*ck! I thought he could smell another wolf on me... the fight in the boy's locker room had angered my mate... "Sh*t!"

"Are you okay?" His husky voice rang in my ears, and he almost sounded... concerned..?

His clear blue eyes were still hard and ice-cold, but his posture had relaxed.

"Yes," I whispered, "this is nothing," I gestured to the dry blood on my hands.

He gave me a noticeable nod of his head in return, but his eyes revealed that he didn't believe a word I had just spoken.

When he suddenly dragged his hands through his thick dark brown hair, he let out a hearable breath, and his posture changed back to stiff and uneasy.

Why was he giving me the idea that he was about to reject me?

"Zira? What's happening?" I asked, but she had disappeared into the depths of my mind.

"Liam..." he suddenly spoke, startling me as he only said his first name.

"I... I... I'm... Nerina..." I struggle to say.

Regret flashed in his eyes as he heard my name.

"Nerina, you must take a chosen... mate," he said coldly and started to turn, walking away as if nothing happened.

"Why?" I called behind him, my voice uneven and anxious, "don't you want me?"

He stopped in his tracks... and his shoulders dropped...

For a second I believed that he had reconsidered... but when he turned, pure rage covered his face and he stormed towards me...

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