Fated to the Lonely Lycan King

05 || Moving In

That night after my classes, Damien and I went straight to my house and I immediately packed my things. It was easier to leave the house since I was the only one living alone. I have no siblings, and my parents were both abroad working.

"How long have you lived here by yourself?" he asks as he looked around.

"How did you know?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I can smell two more scents but they're very faint. Your scent is the most prominent." he explains.

"Oh, I see. That would be my parents. I've been living alone for 5 years now, it's been sad but it's okay. I know that they have to work and provide the best life that could for me. So I don't mind it that much." I explained as I packed my things.

He hums in response.

As soon as I finished packing my things, he helps me up and holds my up.

"We're going to teleport, okay?" he whispers in my ear.

I held on to my bag with one hand while my other hand held on to him tightly.

"Okay, I'm ready." I whispered back.

I shut my eyes and when I opened them we were back at his mansion. That was so cool, I thought I was going to feel us teleporting or whatever. I looked at him slowly. I still can't believe he's my mate. Sure he's handsome and very caring, but I'm not sure I feel about him in the same intense way he does. Somehow, I think that his feelings for me are a little intense, but at this point, I'm pretty much just guessing on how he feels about it.

"Well, I'm a little tired. Is it okay if I sleep in tonight?" I asked.

"Of course. I gave you your own room for now. I knew you would mind if we already started sharing a room. I know how human feelings work. I won't force myself on you unless you ask me to do something, or tell me something different." he says.

"I appreciate that, thank you." I said.

He takes my things and slowly leads me to a room. It was huge, and the walls were painted white. There were paintings hung up and even a table where I would be able to study. I smiled at the thought of him thinking up all of these just to make sure I was comfortable enough in my living situation.

"This is a beautiful room." I complimented.

"I made sure it was to your comfort and liking. If you want to change anything, feel free to do so." he smiled.

"Thank you." I smiled back.

He then leaves the room to give me some privacy to settle in the new room. I sighed in contentment. I put my bags to the side and changed into my pajamas, then I slid in the duvet. I closed my eyes and felt myself drift off to sleep.

I'm not sure what time it was, but it was still pretty dark out. I heard thudding just outside my door. You know the thudding when you're chopping something really hard on the chopping board. I turned pale and slowly got out of bed. I don't think this is safe for me to do. I don't want to die but at the same time I want to see what's going on. I grabbed my shoe and held it as if it were a weapon.

I slowly opened the door and the thudding continued.

Oh no, is he starting to prepare to murder me and actually eat up? I'm so young, I have yet to graduate college and get a nice job. I gulped and held my shoe tighter. I peaked at where the sound was coming from and I saw him standing in front of the kitchen counter chopping something up quite harshly, and there was blood on the floor. I paled even more at the sight of what was going on. I took a step back and accidentally moved the vase. The sound immediately gets his attention.

He had blood on his face and he was holding up the knife as he looked at me. The thunder crashed and I let out a scream and fell on my butt. When I looked up he was already right in front of me and he was still holding his knife. I tried crawling away while I was on the floor. He looked at me like I was his prey. My eyes slowly looked at the bloody knife he was holding. He looked at what he was holding as well and laughed. He set the knife down on the counter again and helped me up.

"You sure scare easily. What did you think I was going to do? Kill you?" He teased.

"Yes." I squeaked.

"I won't. If you die, I die. Remember that." he says.

"That must be a pretty intense feeling for you then, compared to what I'm feeling." I say as he helped me up.

"It can be intense... but it's intense in a good way." he smiled.

I was a bit grossed out because I now had blood on my hands, which reminded me.

"What were you doing?" I inquired.

"Oh, I was trying to chop up some steak so it could fit the fridge. The bag broke and the blood kind of scattered everywhere." he says apologetically.

"I see..." I nodded.

Now knowing a few things, I felt embarrassed and stupid for even thinking that. I mean, if he wanted to kill me he would've done it a long time ago right?

"I'm sorry if I woke you up. You better get some rest." he says as he ushered me back to my room.

"Goodnight." I said.

"Goodnight." he replied.

I head back to my room and climb back in the duvet. I closed my eyes and felt myself drift off to sleep. I was woken up by gentle knocks on my door and a soft voice calling my name. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the time. I smiled to myself and looked at the time again. I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!