The forbidden mate bond

5 - You Are Not Expected To Leave Your Mate Behind

ZYON POV

While I set up the new TV I'd never used until that moment, Liz was in the shower. She had earlier asked for a towel and a hair dryer and I had searched every room in the house for those. I had to focus back on the times Kylian would get me one of those when I wandered around the room naked after taking a shower. My mind reminded me of the closet, and I grabbed along comfy pairs of pants and t-shirts that Liz could manage for the night.

Sighting my reflection, she had shouted over her voice, instructing me to leave everything on the desk outside the bathroom, and then she had cursed repeatedly at the house architect, who designed the house with only one door (the front entrance door.)

She was fascinating, naive, youthful, and annoyingly smart. All through the time, I tried to make myself busy, reading the TV manuals and exasperatedly pushing every button on the remote; all that truly pestered my thoughts was her shower, which was taking too long. I would rather have her ask too many questions than be left stranded in anticipation of when to see her.

When it was another thirty minutes, I caved in and went with my troubling thought that formed somewhere in my head, telling me she had long escaped, even though the entire part of me knew the restroom had only a one-way entrance and it was the archway I had been glaring in anticipation for over an hour.

I was on my feet, ready to check on her when she finally reappeared in the clothes I left there for her. They were oversized on her. Her body was dancing in them while she approached me, looking fresh and a little nervous at my stare.

Stop staring. I commanded myself to appear composed.

"I wanted to put on something for you but I don't know how to use this thing," I admitted and she smiled winsomely, taking the last two steps and settling next to me. Our arms and legs touched, it was cozily weird in a very good way.

My mind was lost in the shuffle of everything she was made of, which I missed when she took the TV remote from me until she nudged my attention back to her when she asked me to focus on what her finger was doing, which I settled zero engagement to, but I nodded all the while she spoke until posters of movies came up on the large screen on the wall.

"Easy, right?" She excitedly looked over at me.

Her brown eyes were divine. The rest of the things she spoke afterward were indistinct but I nodded along and that seemed to satisfy her.

When we lay under the duvet, with the glow of only one lantern, she turned on her side, leaving her back to me while I fiddled with her long hair, making loose braids that weren't perfect at all.

"Since you have lived a long time of experience, I have a lot of questions about world wars. My dad wouldn't say much about it." She had mumbled.

"World wars are what you want to know? There were a lot of cool things that happened too." I said from behind her.

"You can tell me all." She inhaled calmly and I smiled.

"You're eighteen?" I asked her, only to be sure.

"Yes." She replied and a momentarily serene, which resembled the calm of the shore from my hometown, serenaded our present atmosphere. It's like finally having everything I've ever needed, home and myself. "You look eighteen too." She stated in the quiet, it sounded like she was telling herself, so I didn't respond to that. Rather, I threaded my fingers through her silky straight hair and relished this precious moment.

"Where are you from? Not here, I suppose."

I smiled a little at her naiveness. She answered her question.

"No, somewhere."

"Secrets?"

She can't find out this soon.

"A little."

"If so, what were you doing here then? Or was it me?"

"No." I wish though, but I am grateful for coming here. She has been my everyday quest. I never stopped looking for her. "But I am looking for my father. I was told he moved here thirty-five years ago."

"Who's he? I might know him. I know most of all the big-name werewolves in the twenty pack." She immediately informed me.

Liz was different from the rest of her kind. I could tell a lot about her. She grew up with privileges, just like I did. But there's a difference between us. I didn't have another option. The vampire's covens were eternally rich, unlike the werewolf clan, where you could find the impoverished and the prosperous, and she falls in the high-ranked category.

"He probably isn't a big name." My dad could be anywhere around here, serving the lowest job there is in the capital.

"How do you know?" Liz sadly objected.

But I just know he would've looked for me if he had the opportunity to.

"A parent doesn't leave their child behind unless they are dead or have nothing to sponsor themselves to keep up."

"We will find him." She quietly assured me, it sounded more like a promise. I could discern the sympathy she felt for me.

I nodded even when she couldn't see.

"I will talk to my dad. People listen to him. Just give him a name and he will work on it before you know it."

She turns over, lying on her back. I was propped up on my elbow, immersing myself in observing her from some inches over her face.

In the short time I've known her, she has proven to be enthralling, like a gripping fantasy book. I wanted to understand everything about her, those I could tell, and everything she wasn't leading me to.

"What are you doing?" I asked the quiet young woman, twirling her twitchy fingers at the length of her hair locks and clenching an uneasy fist in the middle of her chest.

"I am talking with you?" she blushed.

Oh, not like that.

"No, I mean what do you do in your life every day?"

She smiled with sealed lips, finally understanding what I meant.

"I go to school. I have just started college. I am studying biology. My counselor thought I could be a physician, so I will be going to medical school after graduation."

"That's a bad idea." I confusedly let out. "Why is your family obsessed with doctors though? You're some evil scientist family?"

She smiled. This time I could see her shiny white set of teeth.

"My counselor is human, she wouldn't understand. And my family is obsessed with power. Being doctors pay well and we get to keep things hidden from the capital residents."

"So I get that you let humans control you? But I thought you said your mom mostly works to save lives. I have no idea how she works now for money, and oh, did you say deceiving people too?"

She laughed at my question, while I confoundedly scrutinized her.

"Okay, cocky head. We want peace and unity. They don't have to know we exist. Weren't you taught that at your pack school?"

"Told you I do not have an authoritative manager. I generally do what I want."

"But all the packhouses all over must follow the rules." She argued.

I lay back next to her, making additional fences she can't break into to tell who I really am.

"What will happen if you find your father?" She asked and I heaved.

I haven't even thought of that.

"Maybe work things out. It's likely to have to turn out between good or bad." so we will see.

"But you will stay here, right?" She propped up on her elbow, just like in my former position, and watches me with concerned eyes. "You are not expected to leave your mate behind. And I am going to be a high-rank alpha someday. I can't leave the packs and I need you too." She was begging when there was no need. We will figure that out.

"I am not expected to leave my mate behind." I burrowed a part of her line, only I sounded reassuring.

She buoyed up, and a dazzling smile took over her features.

"That means you'll stay?"

I nodded.

"You can attend college and I will give you a tour. There's a good coffee place you'll love."

Her smile was irresistible, I pulled her to my chest and she awkwardly rested her arm over my trunk. While she loosened up, her heart was getting louder than any noise I'd been through. It brought a placid aura and a radiant smile to my face.

"Whatever condition you find your father in. You will stay." She sometimes mumbled in my chest before she dozed into a slumber.

My eyes were closed but my mind was lively, I was too excited to sleep. It was then our peace was stirred by revving engines and a loud voice from what sounded like a police speaker,

"I want my daughter safely out of that door and you with your hands over your head."

It was the high-ranked Alpha.

"What's happening?" Liz jolted up regardless of my cautiousness while I slid out from underneath her.

"Your father has my house surrounded." I notified her and began slipping into my shoes.

Panic in her wide eyes as she crawled out of the bed and came in front of me, holding both my arms with her tiny warm hands.

"You have to stay here and I will go talk to him."

"I can't let you do that." I sternly refused, towering over her with wild boring eyes.

"You said I am not your prisoner." She timidly reminded me.

"You are not." I cradled her beautiful face with my fingers, and her eyes briefly fluttered from ease. "I just don't want you to get involved."

"I am involved. You took me and the man outside is my father. He will listen to me. Believe me, he must have come prepared, they will hurt you. Please let me settle this. It has to be civil, Zyon." She implored.

"That's what I want, but I also do not like to be provoked." I hate when people try to flaunt their muscles in my territory. It makes me mad, and the problem with my traits is, they tend to be incited by my every anger. And I get angry very quickly. It was supposed to be only the Alpha, but unfortunately, this Alpha needed backup.

My hands left Liz's face as I turned my back to her, and tried to take a calming breath to control my treacherous temper, which was rousing the tiny veins around my eyes, at the hunger for blood that I could easily hunt just outside my house.

A hand is placed on my back, and she gently strokes it for a while, before she closes in and wraps both hands around me, resting entirely on my back.

I felt my muscles relaxing, and my heated breath cooling off.

"You said you needed him to find your father. Let me reason with him, please." She mumbled, her palms moving up and down my stomach, over my shirt.

My eyes closed, and on that verge, I knew I would do anything for her.