The Fated Prophecy II: Will the Prophecy Be Fulfilled?

Chapter Two

Celeste's POV

Let me make a quick introduction. I'm Celeste, today is Christmas and it's my birthday. I'm also a she-wolf. I'm alone today. Well, I have the team Isaac left to watch over me, but it's not the same. My parents died a month ago. I haven't felt lonely with a certain wolf by my side.

What can I say about Isaac? I have had a crush on him since I was fourteen. He popped into my life when I needed him the most. When I started training at his place, it wasn't with him. One of his employees was my trainer. I asked my dad if he could speak with Isaac. Although I called him Mr. Brown, my dad would kill me if I didn't show respect. At first, I didn't know how my dad did it, but he was able to get me one on one sessions with Isaac. Turns out he paid quite a bit extra to give his daughter what she wanted. I will admit we started off rocky. It got better. Not too long after we started training, something horrible happened to me.

My boyfriend of almost a year tried to r*pe me after a date. I was able to get away from him. I found myself alone in the woods with my shirt and bra torn apart and no panties since Wyatt had ripped them off of me. I was going to call my father, but I was afraid to. I laid on the ground, I don't know for how long. I had no one to call, well one. I was hoping I could call him and he would help me. I did call him, but I couldn't speak. I cried so hard. I just hung up. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I couldn't believe this happened.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and thought it was Wyatt. I panicked and started begging him not to hurt me. Then I heard a deep man's voice. It was Isaac. I turned to look, making sure I wasn't hearing things. At the time, I wasn't worried that my breasts were exposed to him. All that mattered was he came for me. That was the only thing that was running through my mind. He picked me up and carried me out of the woods.

He had warm clothes that I could put on. I didn't realize how cold I was. I asked for his help with ripping my shirt the rest of the way. I was tangled somehow. At first he was reluctant. When he grazed my stomach as he grabbed for my shirt, I let out an audible gasp and grabbed onto him. It felt like I was shocked, but it was a good feeling.

I begged him not to take me home. I also begged him not to tell my parents. He instead brought me to his office. He took care of Wyatt too. Never telling my parents about the incident, it was then I knew I could trust him completely. We talked about all kinds of things, my dreams mostly. Those were something I hadn't been able to tell my parents about for a long time.

Isaac was there when I shifted at sixteen. I didn't know I was a werewolf. Isaac did. I thought I had a teenage crush on Isaac. It gradually became worse with the passing of time. I had to make a tough decision. I chose to stay away from him. I would love to tell you that the feelings went away, but that didn't happen. I thought of Isaac all the time, but I stuck to my guns. I didn't text him, although many times I started typing a message just to delete it. Isaac didn't message me either. I felt as though I wasn't important enough for him to check up on. I know, I know. Teenage drama and angst. He didn't have time for that.

One day he showed up at the house with my dad. That's when the sh*t hit the fan. My parents decided to make Isaac my guardian if something were to happen to them. I knew what was going on somewhat, but my parents hid the severity of the matter. I flipped out on my parents that day. It was unnecessary, but they allowed Isaac to come up to my room and talk to me. He made me feel better, as his presence and voice always did. I instantly regretted the time I wasted away from him.

Like I said, my parents died a month ago. Murdered, I should say, after Thanksgiving. Isaac was there with his team. I can't forget about Chris. He was one of the guys keeping an eye on my parents that night. He lost his life also. Derrick, his partner, carries around so much guilt for something that couldn't have been avoided unless you had first-hand knowledge. They have all made sacrifices to make me feel safe. I must admit the best times were with Isaac. He would always sleep by my side. Okay, I slept on his chest. I wanted to try and do more with him, but I didn't want to cross some boundary and have him leave me.

Waking up without Isaac this morning was concerning. It was my birthday after all. I thought maybe he was going to get me breakfast. As I removed my confused self from the bed, it hit me, a heavenly scent. Amber, cedar, and cinnamon. It made my mouth water.

"MATE." Ayira screamed in my head.

I didn't catch on at first. When she told me he was in the house, I didn't know what to think. Could I really have found my mate on the day I turned eighteen? Finding a mate was a concern of mine. She urged me to find him. I was frantically running around the house looking for the man that carried that enticing scent. Being stared at like I was crazy wasn't fun, but it was exciting. It was confirmed that I was the only one who could smell it. I couldn't find the man it belonged to. I was wished a Happy Birthday by everyone and told breakfast was on the table.

My mind came to notice Isaac wasn't with them. It stung. Matt told me something may have happened. He came in at around five, and left right away again. He tried getting in touch with him and nothing. He agreed to call him again. I wasn't feeling the food, but I choked down most of it. I went back upstairs to my room and cried into my teddy bear. I didn't understand why he wasn't here on my birthday. He was the only one that would understand the excitement of finding your mate. Well, he hasn't found his yet. He knows others that have. That hurt my heart all over again. He was alone, no one to love him. Well I do. I know I do, but he will never know that. With nothing else going on, I cried myself to sleep.

Amber, cedar, and cinnamon invaded my senses, waking me. I could feel someone was staring at me, and that someone was my mate. I was excited to see who it was. Maybe I knew them. Then I wondered what if I didn't like them? I was very anxious to see who it was. I jumped up and spun myself to face my mate. I was flabbergasted.

"Isaac? You're my mate?" I knew it was true, but it came out as a question. I whispered it too. I don't know why.

"Celeste."

When he said my name there was pain that accompanied it. I watched as he closed his eyes and a few tears fell. He doesn't want me. He told me about things like this happening. I was already in love with him, and I just had to be mated to him. I knew he would never see me that way. He was going to reject me in more ways than he realized. I couldn't speak, I was trying to choke down the knot that had formed in my throat. As he pushed open the door, the smile I had started fading. I knew what was coming. I had no where to run, I was trapped. He was in front of me with a quickness. I didn't want to look at him. I knew I was going to start crying. My parents are gone. Isaac wasn't here with me. Of all days, and now he was going to say he didn't want me. It was evident.

"Celeste." It sounded like he was out of breath. Like he couldn't breathe around me. Well, now he knows how I felt whenever I was with him. Even when my thoughts turned to him.

I wished for a moment that he wasn't my mate. I would rather be friends lying in bed with my head on his chest. If he was going to reject me, he was going to look into my eyes. I wanted to see how strong he truly was. I also didn't want him to be with me out of guilt, ya know, because of the mate bond. I was determined not to let him see my pain. I steeled myself and looked up into his eyes. He tucked my hair behind my ears and traced his fingers along my jaw. My body betrayed me and gave an involuntary shiver. My eyes slammed shut when he cupped my face with both hands, using his thumbs to caress my cheeks. I gave in. I didn't want to see him when he told me he didn't want me.

"Celeste, I want to kiss you. May I kiss you?" I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. I was hoping he said what my ears and brain swore they heard. Keeping my eyes closed, I nodded up and down.

When his lips finally found their place on mine, all I felt was a warmth wash over me. The sparks I felt here and there over the years were now full-blown electric shocks. He placed small kisses on my lips. I wanted something longer. I've never done this and Wyatt slamming his lips to mine has never counted. I enjoyed his kisses nonetheless, so much so I placed my hands on his wrists. I needed to touch him. I just didn't know where was safe. I think he took it as a sign I wanted him to stop. He did just that and placed his forehead on mine.

It was too soon to end this feeling. Without opening my eyes, I was able to connect our lips together again. I felt his hand leave my face, it came to a stop on the back of my head, pushing us closer. I had no idea what I was doing, but I had seen plenty of people do it, so, I opened my mouth, giving him access. I'm sure he knew what he was doing. I figured he could guide me. It wasn't long until I felt the blaze in my lungs, but I couldn't pull away. I knew Isaac would be the only one to make me feel this way. Making the decision for both of us, he pulled away. While dragging air into my deprived lungs, this sentence flew out.

"You have no idea how happy I am that it's you." I wasn't expecting the reaction he gave. It was like I slapped him. Dropping his hands from me, he stepped back. That pained look was back as he tried to rub it away, I guess. Then he kept dragging his hands through his hair, grabbing clumps here and there.

"Isaac, is there something wrong? Are you not happy we are mates?" I hoped I didn't show or convey any emotion when I asked this. I really didn't want to know the answer.

"Yes, Celeste. Everything is wrong. It's not fair. At first I wasn't happy, but now I am. Goddess. There are things I need to tell you. You may just hate me and want nothing to do with me. I will fully understand." I didn't understand, but I knew I was about to hear something I didn't want to. I also thought it wouldn't matter what he told me, I wanted nothing more than to be with Isaac.