The Fated Prophecy

Chapter Three

Isobel's POV

I had this weird feeling for the rest of the day. It didn't feel like being watched. It felt like something was waiting for me. I shake my head and go back to work.

I started thinking about Tim. I would have thought he would come by to see me. Either before I left for work or at work. He hasn't showed up. I've been looking.

Other than the God that my wolf keeps saying is our mate the day was normal. I was sad, angry, hurt, betrayed. All the words you can think of that applied to my situation use them.

But that God. Why can I stop thinking about him? I think the fresh cut grass and honeysuckle smell was him. I mean I'm sure of it. It was him. But his aura, so powerful. No, the Moon Goddess messed up. Even if he is our mate he will reject us. I am a rogue. I didn't want to live the life. So I left to live with the humans. Well more like forced to live with the humans. But wait, how could he smell me? I've lived amongst humans for eight years. No other wolf has sensed me.

Callie pipes up. "He's an Alpha stupid. He's our MATE!" She yells that word at me again. "He's our Alpha." Callie growls.

Our Alpha. I once dreamed that I had the best life. Love, children, and I would be the best wife and mother.  No man wants to be with a woman that won't and can't have s*x. That's me. I try and forget my past life. I have good reason to want to forget. I never will though, these scars happened before my wolf Callie came along. Any other time my mouth can get me into trouble. Put me in a room with a man and tell me I have to have s*x. Nope. It's over after that I tap out. I'll do other things with a man. No anal. I'm definitely too afraid to try that. Although Erica has told me....SON OF A B*TCH. He f*cked her in the a** too. The image comes to my mind. I push it away nasty sl*t.

Why am I thinking about her and him? I know I shouldn't, because of the things I saw. Why would he choose her? I also need to pick better friends.

Mmm the God. What? It's Callie horny as ever but she doesn't have the courage to help me get laid either. Back to that man. I have to agree with Callie he was a God. I wonder what he looks like naked. Oh my. Oh my. Stop thinking like that he's a stranger. He growled 'MINE'. Can I be? Seriously? What could a rogue do for an Alpha? I did get a really good look at his face. After all I pretty much froze in place.

I first seen his neck. I know the rest of his body was there, but I was drawn to his neck. The spot where werewolves mark each other. As I looked up it felt like it was slow motion, I seen his chin. Strong, made his face look a little rounder than it should be. Sexy nonetheless. I got to his lips, I noticed he was smiling. His lips are sexy, I want to taste them. Feel them on mine. Then all over my body. STOP! I reel in my imagination. That was close.

I go back to doing not much of anything now that it has died down. So I just wander around until I'm needed. Right now I'm not needed.

His dimple. Curious he only has one. I want to see his smile and that dimple. It melts my heart. I want to kiss that dimple.

Nose. Small. Definitely been broken a few times. But that bump tells his stories. It's sexy, helps to define his face. I giggle to myself. What? I don't giggle. What is wrong with me?

He eyes. His beautiful gray eyes. They are gray I have never seen anything like them before. They were shinning, shimmering almost like looking at a lake from far away. I can't tell if he is looking at me or into me. Pools of gray liquid. Not quite silver. They had blue accents in them. That's weird, but sexy. It felt like he was trying to communicate with me. I felt all of these emotions, while he was looking at me.

How come Tim hasn't stopped by to check on me? Why hasn't he called. I want to make up. I'll finally give him all of me. I don't care I love him. I'm sure we can work past the cheating. I want to. I'll do whatever it takes to get him back and keep him. I am so selfish. I only cared about my needs, my wants. I didn't consider what he needed I know what he wants. He has described how he wants to be the first and only man to have me. I will give my all to him. In all honestly Tim is the only man I let touch and go down on me. He says I'm missing out because I don't want fingers deep in my core. He's asked about a finger in the butt. But again I was a prude and said no. I also did limited things to him. I will admit to watching p*rn to learn things. I guess I wasn't doing it right. Stop obsessing.

I look at the clock it's already five of five. I spent an hour going back and forth between Tim and this stranger. The stranger I want to know. Why?

I yank my apron off and collect my tips and count them. It gets split between who ever works that shift. Three of us made it through all day. Even for being short staffed by three people we worked efficiently. We did not get backed up. Although I must thank the customers for ordering simple things. $800.00? I'm thinking of this whole mess and counting. No I messed up. Shoot. I know that's not right. Counting. $800.00. No I counted right, but this is way too much. So I go in search for Christine.

"Christine? Christine?" I find her at the register.

"What's up sweetie?" I love when she calls me that. I feel....loved.

"I think I may have the money from the register." As I hand it back to her.

She gives me a weird look as she stops my hand with the money in it. Now I'm confused.

"That's our tip money."

"See I knew this was too much."

"Isobel. Stop." She's looking at me. "That $800.00 is yours. We all have $800.00."

"H..Wh...Ho...What? How? We never make this much in a day. $200 on a good day maybe."

"Isobel, one of the customers that paid with a card gave us each $600. He called Sam over and said he forgot to leave a tip. She almost fainted when he said $600 a piece. The other $200 are today's tips. We did good today." With a big smirk Christine grabs me and we get ready to leave.

I hesitate as Christine opens the back door. Fresh cut grass and honeysuckle. I pretend to get caught on the door. Is he really here?

I saw him hop out of a Jeep (his?) and just stare. I stopped. Looking at him. Confusion on my face. Why? Why is he here? How did he know we leave through the back door? Did he wait all day?

"Isobel? Are you ok? Do you know this guy?" Christine says and pulls me back.

"Ya, Christine I'm fine. I met this gentleman a little while ago inside. He asked if he could see me after work." I just lied to Christine.

"Isobel. Beautiful." What? Did he just call my name beautiful? No reaction from Christine. My imagination again.

"What about Tim?" Christine asks. His eyes are darken with jealousy? He has an unreadable expression.

I sighed. "Christine I was going to tell you." I stop. What was I going to tell her? "Tim has been f*cking Erica for two years and she's pregnant." Christine is speechless. Her eyes bulging out of her head.

"Isobel. Oh My God. What the f*ck? How did you find out?" Christine yells.

I sighed again. This man didn't like hearing that from me I guess? I proceeded. "I got off work early from the nightclub last night. I picked up dinner and wine I wanted to surprise him." I stopped. I was struggling I think he could see how painful this was for me.

"I will break this a**hole into pieces. He hurt our mate." I gasped. Did he say that. Christine didn't hear him. Okay I didn't imagine that, right?

"I snuck in the apartment. The lights were off. I assumed he was sleeping. It was only eleven, but still. I heard a noise. I walked to our bedroom and the door was open just enough for me to see." I started to cry. He seemed to want to come over to me. To what? Comfort me? I wanted him to. Why was I feeling these things?

"Isobel, what did you see?" Christine presses me. He doesn't seem to like that.

"Erica was on top and he was grabbing her breasts. Then she got off of him and starting sucking you know where." I'm so embarrassed talking about this. This stranger shouldn't be hearing this. I continue because I just want it all out.

"Tim told her that he wished I was as good at that as she was. She told him not too speak my name. He did things to her that I could never do. It's my fault. Two years and now she's pregnant. Christine why am I so selfish? If I had just had s*x with him things would be ok." I am full on crying now.

Christine speaks. "F*ck that. Isobel you wanted to wait for your special day. There is nothing wrong with that or you for that matter. I told you I didn't like him. I can guarantee he would still be f*cking that sl*t even if you were having s*x with him."

I didn't know what to say or do at that point. I was stunned at her words. I really want to wait? Will I ever have that special day?