Her Unwanted Mate

Chapter 5…

Isabella’s P.O.V.Have you ever had this weird feeling of craving something so much that you end up thinking that without it, you’ll end up dead. That is exactly how I’m feeling right now.

No. It’s not a French Fries craving or a late night Ice-cream one too. It’s more of like a sensual touch that I’m craving at this present moment. I for once, was never the kind of girl who would allow her hormones to control her or to let people in easily.

But today, I caved in. I couldn’t help it, when I heard the word Mine slip from his beautiful lips. I couldn’t just think anything, I didn’t realize when I moved closer to his body, fisting his shirt in my palms and inhaling that fantastic scent, that belonged to none other than my beloved mate.

While I was busy in my bubble, I didn’t realize when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to his chest. He had his face in the crook of my neck, brushing his nose up all this while inhaling my scent and smiling to himself.

I didn’t realize when I dropped my head on his shoulder and started to relax in his arms. He felt like my personal Safe place, where no one could ever harm me. I don’t know why, but this just feels right, like it was always meant to be.

Meant to be, seriously Bella?

I need to stop reading those Teen Fiction shits, its messing with my brain. That’s the only acceptable reason for my thought process, what else could be the reason for me to seek comfort in the arms of a total stranger.

“How about the reason that this fine specimen is our Mate” snicker Aurora.

Uh. I hate when she is right.

I know he is our mate, but I don’t want to find comfort in his arms, I don’t want to feel satisfied and content wrapped up in him. He is a stranger, for all I know; he might be a serial killer or a goddamn r****t.

The thought passed a shudder through my body, to which he just shrugged; it was so slow that if we weren’t alone in the hallway, I most definitely wouldn’t have noticed it. But I did and moved my head away to look at his face; I wanted to know what he found so humorous at this moment.

He noticed questions swimming in my eyes and gently placed his hand under my chin to lift it, so I could see every curve, mark, freckle of his face as well as happiness, pride and adoration dancing in his eyes.

Are all those things for me?

I was busy admiring my mate, when he said “You do know I am not any of those things, right?”

I couldn’t understand what he said and looked at him with confusion. Seeing confusion etched to my face, he continued, “I am not that, nor a serial killer neither a r****t, love.”

Oh my god. He can hear my thoughts?

He just smirked and said, “Yes I can.”

That just made me shut my mouth and wonder that this is so not good, and why can’t I hear his thoughts. Why is this s**t one way? I want to hear his thoughts too. I don’t realize that I was pouting while thinking this.

It comes as a surprise, when I hear him laugh.

Okay. That just means he heard that too.

I forget about my embarrassment because it’s the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard. My heart swells at the sound of his laughter, which eventually brings a smile up on my face too. Suddenly I am feeling a ball of excitement form in the pit of my stomach and I know what’s happening. I am aroused by his laughter.

O my f*****g lord, not now. Please not now.

He suddenly stops laughing and looks at me with so much hunger; it takes every muscle in my body to not jump his bones, right here at this exact moment. It adds up to the tension even more, when I hear him growl.

I feel so embarrassed by my sudden increase in libido, that I just stare at the floor, waiting for him to insult me about it. He surprises me, when he just pulls me to his chest and whispers, “Its okay love. If it makes you feel any better, than I’d like you to know that you affect me just as much as I do to you.”

I pull away and look at him in astonishment, thinking what just happened. Why is he so cool about it? Aren’t males supposed to mark their territory and be pissed at such kind of things?

He just shakes his head with a small smile and continues, “I am not a dog to mark my territory, love. I am a wolf and you are my better half, my equal. Not some property to be claimed.”

I look at him, as if he grew two heads, why did I get so lucky in the Mate department.

He just shakes his head to gesture that he heard that too.

Jerk!

There is amusement in his eyes as he says, “And no I am not pissed at you for being aroused by me. I can’t really judge you, when I’m the one who is moving around with a boner since morning.”

I gasp and move away from him, getting conscious about our closeness,  even without trying, my eyes drift to the growing bulge in his pants and I’m standing with my mouth hanging open, staring blatantly at his prince.

He grabs me again but keeps a little bit of distance between us, which I appreciate a lot. But my mind is reeling in only one direction with one scary thought.

How is that going to fit inside me?

I see him smirk and I know what I just did. I indirectly asked him a really stupid question, to which he has the audacity to answer me with, “It will. It was specially made for you babe.”

I can feel blood rushing to my cheeks as I try hard to hide the blush that creeping its way on my face. I finally open my mouth to ask him something, when suddenly his phone starts ringing loudly.

Uhhhhhhh.

I hate when people disturb such important conversations. He shakes his head to agree with me and slowly removes his phone to answer it. The moment my eyes land on the name of the person calling him, I see red. I don’t know why, but I hate that b***h and if she keeps latching on to my mate, I WILL END HER.

He senses my anger and disconnects the call, turns it to silent mode and grabs me by my shoulders, rubbing his hands over my arms. I feel my anger slide away. All I can hear is his breathing when he brings his mouth near my ear to say, “She means nothing to me. I have my eyes set on a particular girl and I’m looking at her right now.”

It’s so adorable when he says it; I almost think that I’m dreaming. I am so busy staring at him that I don’t hear what he says next. He presses my hand a little, to bring me out of my fantasy world and repeats, “Would you do me the honors of going out on a date with me?”

Oh my god. Is this happening? Is he my prize for never dating anyone and waiting for my mate, Moon Goddess?

I smile at him and finally squeak out, “okay”

“So I’ll see tomorrow?”

It sounded like a question which made me upset. All I thought was, No you don’t have to go so soon. I don’t want you to go.

I just nodded and turned to leave, when he held my hand, fingers lacing with each other and walked beside me to the parking lot.

Oh no, now everyone will freak out when they know that I found my mate.

But to my luck, when we reached the lot, it was only Ryan leaning on my car, scrolling through his phone. He sees me approaching him and then at my joined hand with Mason.

Mason. It sounds so good on my tongue.

Confusion is clear on Ryan’s face and at the same time, I feel Mason tensing beside me, his grip a little bit harder than earlier. I rub circles on his hand with my thumb and feel him relax a bit.

As soon as I reach my car, Ryan shouts, “What the f**k, did just happen here?”

I turn towards Mason to see him fuming at Ryan’s Reaction. Wait. Why is he jealous? He thinks me and Ryan are romantically involved?

Whoa. This mind reading thing is good. I’m slowly getting a kick of it. I like it.

I just shake my head at his stupid thoughts and turn to Ryan who is as pissed as Mason. I move a little forward towards him and say, “Ry, meet Mason. He is my mate.”

Ryan is shocked to know this, but slowly as he wraps his head around it; I can see the hint of excitement in his eyes.

He is excited, huh?

Then I move my attention towards my mate, I pull his hand to get his attention and say, “Mason, this is Ryan, my brother.”