Impasse

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Maiya

I was picking up my order when I smelt him. Even after four years he still smelled the same. Caramel and honey. A smell that could still make me weak to my knees. My wolf stirred in excitement to see her mate. She had been mad at me because I had left him knowingly. Over the years we had reconciled, but she still pinned for her mate everyday. Every once and a while she would remind me of the cute things he use to do, and other things.

I missed Miguel everyday, but his father wanted me to fight which was something we didn't want to do anymore. My wolf and I were sick of the killing and the blood, guts, and gore. We want to live more civil. We wanted to live happily with our mate knowing that he wanted to have s*x with us because he loved us, not because he wanted to produce more killing machines.

“Maiya.”

His voice was like smooth silk caressing my ears. My knees buckled from all of the love and pain his voice had. Had I really caused him all this pain? Was I really the reason? By now I would assume that he knew we were mates, but apart of me hoped he didn't. I wouldn't be able to keep my calm if I knew that he knowingly slept around to hurt me...

I couldn't turn around, I was afraid of the emotions my face would show and how could I possibly walk away from this man twice? He knew me. He knew my weakness; however few there are; he knows how to get me to do anything for him. Hell, when we were younger he could get me to do anything by just batting those beautiful brown orbs at me.

At that time I didn't know we were mates, but I did have a crush on him. But, he never thought twice about me. There was always so many other femmes knocking on his door, interrupting us of our best friend time. He would always plead to me with his eyes to forgive him. I did. I mean what could he possibly have done. His father condoned the behavior so he just couldn't say no.

“Miguel.”

Even my voice held emotion, but it only held one. Pain. Thinking of everything that happened in the past would do that to you. I hated sounding weak, even to my mate, who by divine right was suppose to be the stronger out of the two.

Christian. It's happening, I linked to him.

Over the years Christian, his younger brother Noir and I had become somewhat of our own makeshift pack. We looked out for each other and protected each other and loved each other; some more so than the rest.

Noir and I were what some would consider an item but we knew better. Or at least I knew better. Even though we fooled around, only when I am in heat, but it didn't mean we could be together. I had a mate and so did he somewhere, although he kept insisting that she was dead. I didn't believe him. I couldn't. It was too morbid a thought to believe in.

Shit! Where are you? We are on own way.

“Why haven't you turned and looked at me Maiya? Here I am after four years and you have yet to even look at me...Me odias mucho,” he asked me. {Do you hate me that much?}

The pain alone from that very question almost made me turn around to face him. To grab him in my arms and kiss away every tear he has shed or will ever shed. Even though we haven't been around each other for four years our mate bond was strong. I could feel every emotion he felt and vice versa.

“No, yo no te odio Miguel. Pero, ¿qué estás haciendo aquí?” {No, I don't hate you Miguel. But, what are you doing here?}

It had been years since I had used my native tongue, and I was surprised that it sounded as if I had never stopped. I ignored the feeling of pin needles being stuck in my brain. I knew who was trying urgently to get through. Noir. I couldn't afford for Miguel to know about him. He wouldn't hesitant to kill him, and me pleading for his life would only make his death worse.

To everyone in the little bakery we looked like friends or ex-lovers meeting for the first time in years, which was only partially true. We were mates who had been separated for years. Both of us too scared to make the first move. I had yet to look at Miguel. I knew sooner or later he would force me to. He was still an Alpha no matter if I was still in the pack or not. His wolf demanded obedience. I shook my head trying to find the courage within myself to turn around.

“Miss, would you please move up. You're holding up the line,” the cashier told me.

I looked behind me and sure enough there was a long line of annoyed customers staring at me. Some with disgust and other with anger and annoyance. I guess Miguel saw this as his chance as he pulled me aside and wrapped his arms around me; enveloping me into a tight hug.

“Diosa, te he perdido mi amor,” he whispered in my ear. {Goddess, I have missed you, my love.}

My wolf and I whimpered. I could feel heat growing in between my legs from the sultry sound that dripped from his lips. It felt so good to be this close to him. I was leaning more into his hold when he inhaled deeply and growled fiercely.

Shit, I thought to myself.

“De quién es este olor Maiya?” {Whose scent is this Maiya?}

The anger in his voice was evident. He was shaking uncontrollably. I immediately grabbed his face and pulled it down to mine, resting his forehead on mine. He calmed down instantly.

“No te olvides de amor que te pones el perfume de otras lobas. No me juzgues si no te he juzgado,” I said to him speaking softly and calmly. {Do not forget love, that you wear the scent of other female wolves. Don't judge me when I haven't judged you.}

He snorted and mumbled things about it not being the same, but all the while he didn't remove himself from my hold, nor did I want him too. He just wrapped his arms around and pulled me closer to him. Ever so slightly grinding his manhood on me. Causing the heat within to grow into a raging fire.

My wolf, my body, myself and my everything wanted nothing more than to fuse with him now. For us to become one and make what the Goddess herself designed a reality. The soft kisses that he began to litter down the left side of my neck made me weaker. He chuckled loving the fact that he still had a whole on me. In the back of my mind though something was telling me I shouldn't be doing this. That I had run from him for a reason, but at that moment neither I nor the voice could remember what it was...

He was still kissing my neck as we stood off to the side of the bakery line. I had completely forgotten my surroundings when he nipped at the spot where his mark belonged, causing me to moan in delight. People looked at us. Most looks were filled with disgust that we would do something like that in a public place. Miguel huffed it off and pulled me towards the door.

“Dónde me llevas,” I asked. {Where are you taking me?}

I received no answer as he took me outside and walked me quickly to the hidden alley that was beside the building. Once he was sure we were far away from the public eye he shoved me against the wall and forcefully kissed me. It took only seconds for me to respond back to the kiss. Our lips moved in time together neither pair missing a beat. We stayed that way for minutes, both of us needing air but not wanting to be the one to stop the kiss.

Finally, Miguel broke it and traveled back down to the spot where his mark should be. Licking at it and nipping it, teasing me unmercifully.

“Por favor,” I begged. {Please.}

My wolf was begging for more. He picked me up making me wrap my legs around him. Digging his face between the crook of my neck to inhale my scent. Wolves can smell their mates arousal.

To the femme wolves their mate's arousal scent is like their own personal aphrodisiac. Keeping them wet and causing their c******s to jump with excitement and anticipation. To male wolves their mate's arousal scent is like a Viagra pill; instantly making them hard and ready, so is the case with Miguel and I. The mediocre cloth that was suppose to cover my body did little to shield me from the feel of his manhood grinding directly on my clit.

“Miguel,” I moaned causing him to do a sort of groan and whimpering sound. It pleased my wolf to know we had such control over a strong Alpha male.

I was melting in his arms when we both felt my phone vibrate.

“Ignore it,” he said.

I just shook my head as I released myself from his waist. I was afraid my voice might betray me by showing my weakness for him. I grabbed my phone and looked at the screen knowing that Miguel could see too. He growled when he noticed it was another male. He tried to snatch my phone but I was always faster than him which is why I was able to move before he could grab it.

“Maiya,” he growled. I just smiled at him making him momentarily forget his anger and smile back at me.

I was stuck as I looked at my mate for the first time in four years. He had gotten taller. He was now about 6'7. When I had last saw him he was 14 and 5'10, as you can tell that was a big jump for only four years. His black hair wasn't cut short anymore but it wasn't long enough to pull into a ponytail either. It just hung freely at the sides of his face giving him that sexy allure.

His body, what I could make out from his clothes, was still tight. He looked fit and by the bulge in his pants I could tell he was still well endowed. Our mate is beautiful, my wolf purred. I quietly agreed as I tried to remember what I was doing.

“The phone,” Miguel answered. He had a grin on his face. Obviously happy that he caught me checking him out. I smirked at him sending him a look that said I had caught him doing the exact same thing. He just shrugged uncaring.

My phone vibrated again, so I picked up. “Noir,” I answered with more emotion than I wanted. Miguel growled jealously.

“Are you OK? You weren't answering the link, Christian told me what's going on. Where are you,” he asked rushing through his words. I was a wolf with enhanced hearing and comprehension and I still couldn't make out anything he said.

You can't come, I linked him.

“I'm at the new bakery in town,” I said through the phone.

I was staring into Miguel's eyes as I spoke. I knew he would want me to tell them to come here. He would want to kill the wolves that kept me away from him for so long. To kill the wolf that took what was his. Miguel wasn't stupid. I was sure that he knew what I was doing, and I was almost positive that if I did leave here with him, I'd pay for it then.

What do you mean we can't come Mai? You're part of our pack, he said.

His voice was flooding with hurt. He wanted to come and save me. He wanted to be my knight in shining armor. But how do you save someone from the one person that was designed to protect her forever?

“Give the phone to Christian.”

“Hello,” he answered. He sounded like he was ready to hear the worst. He was bracing himself for what I had to tell him.

“He's here Christian. I have to go,” I said speaking cryptically.

He would know what I meant. Christian was the only one out of the two Luke brothers who I trusted with the knowledge of my mate's whereabouts. He knew that Miguel was closer than he thought he was and he knew that his brother wanted me as badly as Miguel did. We had devised this plan a while back.

“Damn. Does he know,” he asked. Meaning did Miguel know who Noir was.

“No.” He sighed in relief.

But you can't come. I have told you where I am to keep Miguel's suspicions low but if you come he will immediately recognize Noir's scent. Please just take him away, I sent to Christian. I wanted both of them to remain safe but if I knew Noir like I thought I did. He would still come for me.

“We are on our way,” he said into the phone immediately hanging up afterward.

I will try to make him leave Mai, but you Noir how Noir is about you. He might not just leave. He will come looking for you, he warned.

I knew that already. I just needed a head start and pray that the Goddess would send down rain.

I closed my phone and looked at Miguel. “I know you aren't alone, so where is everyone?”

I know he will Christian but you have to prolong that as long as necessary. Miguel will kill him. Not just because he is challenging him but because he's my lover. I can't let that happen. I can't choice another man over my mate, I told him.

“They are around... So you're not going to fight me? You're not even going to beg me to let you go,” he asked sounding shocked.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him. “If I tried to fight you'd just have your father's minions jump me.”

“My father is dead Maiya. He died a year or so after you left; the attacks began right after you left. Other packs must have heard you ran off. He didn't want give the packs anymore reason to think we were weak. He just ran out there and started fighting."

There was a moment where Miguel was visibly saddened by his father's passing. I reached my hand out to caress his face; we both needed it.

"A lot of us followed, but before everything was said and done they had killed him and were looking for me. If there were no more Alphas in the pack then the others wouldn't have had a choice. They would have had to join their pack or be killed, so Louis took me and told the other pack members to fall back,” he explained.

` He put his head down trying to hide the tear that had already fallen. I lifted his head to make him look me in the eye.

“No siempre tienen que esconderse de mí. No soy perfecto tampoco. Yo también lloré.” {You don't ever have to hide from me. I'm not perfect either. I cry too.}

With that said I kissed him tenderly on the lips. I don't know if this was how things were going to stay but I couldn't help but enjoy the moment...