Her Fated Mate

Chapter No: 03

Rose's P.O.V.

Exhausted!

That's exactly how I feel right now. Matt wore me down, him and his Alpha energy; it never gets old. I was about to sleep as all the exhaustion was pulling me under a sleepy spell when I heard it. A PING on my phone informed me about a message that I had received. I knew that it must have been past midnight, so getting a message so late at night felt odd. I pulled myself slightly up, resting my upper body weight on my elbows as I grabbed my phone. And to say, I wasn't the only one curious about it. Matt peered his head out of the washroom as well and asked, "Who is texting you at this time of the night?" I just gave him an eye roll and diverted my eyes towards the phone. It was a text from Bella at 12:27 am and that text contained two words, "RED ALERT!" ending with an exclamation mark. The moment those words registered in my brain, I pulled myself up to my feet. The sheet covering my naked body dropped to the floor and I didn't even realize it until Matt's arms were wrapped around me like a warm blanket. He could sense my distress, the wheels running in my mind. Trying to calm me down and bring me back to my senses, he ran his palm in a vertical manner on my back and asked gently, "Everything okay baby? Whose text was that?" I didn't know how to explain this because I myself couldn't interpret what was happening, so I did what I thought would be enough. I turned my phone screen towards him, so he could see it and the moment his eyes landed on the screen, they widened like LITERALLY. Loosening his grip on my waist, he rested one of his hands right there while the other one grabbed my phone. I knew how protective he was about Bella; she was like a sister to him; one that he never had.

I pulled the phone back in my hand as I said, "I am going to her place, I'll inform you the moment I understand what's going on." He did not look convinced and denied my request to go alone while he added, "I'm coming with you."

Here's the thing, if Bella needed Matt with her right now, she would have texted him herself. She isn't the egoistic type. But the truth is, she hasn't. That means she wants to talk about something only with me and if that is what she wants, then that is what she will get.

I gripped Matt's shoulder, to make him understand that I was serious about what I was about to say and said, "Look, it could be a girly matter. She could be menstruating really badly. You know how her cramps are. If not that, then the worst-case scenario could be that she is in heat. It's either this or that. So how about I go and check the situation out first and then I'll inform you about it." Matt wasn't convinced, I could read that through his expression, and my thought was confirmed when he said, "I get what you are trying to say, baby. Look, I was there when she menstruated for the first time, so it shouldn't be a problem and if she's in heat, I am a mated wolf, so it won't be a problem either. I can help you handle it. You do know that she is as strong as me, right? What if it gets too much for you to handle? It's not just her I am worried about. I don't want you to get hurt while protecting her. She won't be able to forgive herself if you end up even with a scratch."

His words made sense, so I compromised. I allowed him to come with me but with a slight twist. "Okay," I said, looking at him "You can come with me, but on one condition", without even sparing a breath, he replied, "Anything you say, love." That was all I needed to hear. "You will wait outside her house, if I think that it's something serious, I'll call you in, if not, I'll mind link you and you will come straight home. DEAL?" "Deal!" he replied.

Getting dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I made my way towards Bella's house, Matt walking right beside me this whole time. As soon as we reached her house, I took out the spare key that I had for emergencies and unlocked the door. I could hear faint groans quite clearly, echoing through the silent vicinity. I turned towards Matt and from the way he was peeking inside, I was sure that he heard those groans too. I gestured to him with a blink, communicating that I'd be going in and he could wait there. And he responded with a subtle nod. Turning towards the door, I stepped inside and slowly closed the door. I was very sure that Bella already knew I was here or else she would be down here inspecting in a second, to say the least. The house was dark and silent, unlike the usual chaos that goes around here. The clock that was hanging above the T.V. set in the living room flashed at 12.45 am on its display.

"So, I wasted almost 20 minutes arguing with this i***t", I thought to myself. Walking up the stairs, I was outside her room. The groans sounded much louder, now that I was closer. I grabbed onto the door now and twisted it, it felt like a scene in some suspense movie. I don't know what I was expecting behind this door, but whatever it was, I just hoped that it wasn't something terrible. The moment the door was wide open, my eyes fell on her limp body lying on her bed, whimpering while clutching her stomach as if she was having terrible cramps. "Maybe she is menstruating," I thought. I stepped closer to her and she sensed it as she opened her eyes and stared into mine. Her eyes were filled with tears, her cheeks were stained from all those tears that betrayed her eyes and slid down her face. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her right now. This was my best friend, right there groaning in pain, trying to hold, in her screams, worrying that her siblings might wake up; if I could, I would have swapped her pain with myself. But this was something every woman had to go through, every month, and when it comes to female werewolves, we had to suffer twice as much, because the amount of body heat that we had trapped in us was enormous and that is how it felt sometimes.

I tried to comfort her by saying, "It's going to be alright, Bells" and her reply to that was instant, "No it won't be." She was being stupid right now; her hormones and all that pain were making her go crazy. I chuckled at that thought and placed my hand on her head to soothe down some of the pain. After all, I was a healer. The moment my hand touched hers, I could hear her thoughts. She looked at me and then I realized it was not her thoughts but herself. She was talking with me through touch. The pain wasn't allowing her to frame proper sentences verbally but her mind was still very stable for her to speak. She kept repeating, "Why would he do this to me? Why? Why?" I couldn't understand what she was trying to say, so I asked her, "Who did what Bells? Is something wrong? Just tell me and I promise I'll help you find a solution to it." She shut her eyes tightly as she mind-mumbled, "There is no solution. It's over." "What is over? Will you please tell me?" I asked again. She opened her eyes with a fresh set of tears glazing over them as she said, "The pain, it's him. He did it, Rose. He did it." It took me a second to realize what she meant, but when it clicked, and boy was I pissed!