Our Mate

Reagan.

I don't know what happened to me, as the last thing I could remember was someone stabbing me directly behind my head. I passed out.

I woke up in a forest surrounded by these girls, who helped  and brought me to their pack's hospital.

While back in the forest, I could remember vividly that one of them had said something to me, something that I couldn't  really figure out and I responded to it. I can remember having these strange feelings in me.

A sigh left my mouth as the rest of the things were just in a blur.

 I was laid  on the bug bed below, with my hands intertwined behind my neck and my eyes staring into thin air. 

I tried to figure out the events of the past few weeks, but each time I tried, my mind would be clouded and my head would terribly hurt. 

I gently got up from the bed, making sure not to hurt my leg as it was already bad itself  

Thank Amora who had let me stay for sometime in order to figure out where I would go from here, but from the look of things, I wouldn't be going because I didn't know where to go.

I can't remember anything, except for the last memory of someone heating me behind my head and if they did that, it showed that someone  was out there, trying to kill me for whatever reason.

Pushing the thought off my mind, I leaned  forward and grabbed my walking stick  at the foot of the bed. Taking it, I made my way to the bathroom, where I struggled to take a shower, to at least look fresh. 

There were two  clean white towels on the rug, a set of red, white, and black boxers. 

I cocked my head to the side as I walked towards it, wondering how it got here or has it  been here, because I haven't entered the bathroom since I entered this room. 

I trailed my fingers on the items. I picked the boxers and brought them to my nostrils and it smelled new and clean. 

Whoever brought them, was thoughtful.

A smile graced my face as I hung the boxers back on the rug and turned to face the mirror that was behind me.

  I slowly placed the walking stick against the wall, before supporting my weight , by placing both of my hands on the sink in front of me. I lifted up my head and looked at the mirror. 

My nose looked croaked, there were dark circles under my eyes.  A black scar above my left eye brow.  Looking down at my shoulder and the area around my chest, there were few black scars there as well.

How did I even survive this? My dark brown hair had water dripping down from it and my abs looked terrible. 

Still, no complaints.  I was surely going to get to the root of all this.  The author behind this was going to pay with their lives. 

That got me wondering where my parents were? Didn't they have any idea about this, to at least look for me or didn't I have any parents at all?

My hands tighten around the sink and I pressed my lip in a thin line the moment I thought of that.

Something wasn't right.

In order to be certain, I have to go see Amora after this, to give me some more time to work on my memories and see if I could get a clue about my existence.

Knock!

Knock!.

When I was about to leave the bathroom, I  heard a knock at the door.  I listened again and when I heard it the second time, I picked up my stick  and limped out of the bathroom and into the room. 

"I'm sorry that I have to enter the room without your permission.  However, my Alpha sent me to give you these".

I glance at the tall blonde girl standing at the center of the room, with a smile on her face and some folded clothes in her hands. 

You should have waited! I thought. 

"It's no problem..." I took a pause ,there was actually a problem. She had no manners.  "Just place them on the bed and thank her for me".

I walked to sit on the chair just close to the bed. 

"Oh no, let me help you" before I could even respond to her, she ran towards me and the next thing was, her hand was around my shoulder and the other one around my arm.

"Thank you, but you didn't have to...,  the clothes".

I glared at the well iron clothes she had thrown on the floor. 

"Hahaha..." she laughed, glaring at the clothes and then at me. "What are clothes compared to your safety".

She licked her lips and the next thing  I knew, her eyes were focused on my lips.

"You are so handsome and..."

I roughly grabbed her hand, the moment she started working them down my bare chest. 

"I think you should leave now" I growled and yanked her hands away from my body  and she almost fell to the floor. 

She regained herself and gave me this wicked look and then decided to leave.  She was amongst the girls who had rescued and took me to the hospital which I was grateful for, but she was shameless. 

"Not so fast. Pick the clothes and fix them on the bed".

 I said, stopping her in her  tracks and she eyed me up and down.

"You can do that" she replied stubbornly and turned to leave, when I yelled.

"Pick the damn clothes, woman" I growled in a loud voice staring at her and watched as she submitted under my command. However, I took a brief pause, when I felt my wolf shook in me. 

My wolf reacted, it's been years I haven't gotten any reaction from him and now this.

I tried to make him react one more time, but he didn't. 

Realizing what just happened and with a doubtful look on her face, she scurried inside and picked up the clothes and arranged them on the bed. 

She left with some fright in her eyes.

However, I was concerned about my wolf.  It's been years I haven't gotten any reactions from him and  he did just now, when I scolded the girl who just left. And my voice too, it held this command and authority which I couldn't fathom.  

Have I always been like this?

What's going on? A question I couldn't answer.

After dressing, I managed to make my way outside. 

The pack had a very beautiful environment.  It was surrounded by beautiful tall trees and shrubs. 

The courtyard was excellent with very thick carpet grass on it.

Young pups could be seen playing around with much happiness. 

However, when I walked past them, some couldn't get their eyes off me.

Especially some young women around. 

Did I ook funny or why were they looking at me like that?

"Excuse me boy. Can you show me where your Alpha leaves?".

I called out to a boy, who's eyes hadn't left me.

"Of course.  Right there".

He pointed to a white building, not far from where we were standing. 

"Oh, thank you". I raked his dark hair and smiled at him.

"What's your name?" 

"I'm Jake and I can see that , you are new here?"

He repeatedly bounced the tennis in his hands  in front of me.

"Yes, Jake, I'm new, but sorry, I I have to go"

He nodded and I continued my journey. 

I made my way to the building and stood at the only door I saw there. I  lifted  my hand up  to knock, but brought it down,  when I heard people arguing inside 

I was about to step away, when one of them said something that caught my ears. 

"Yes, and if she doesn't reject him, perhaps I will keep trying.  He is a handsome guy and who wouldn't want him in their bed?".

That familiar voice of earlier said with determination in her voice. 

Were they talking about me or someone else?

"You shall not do that, Carly. Let's respect her decision"

Another voice said 

So her name was Carly. 

"Why would I do that? It is not my fault that her father turned out to be a lunatic and she killed him".

Carly angrily yelled and I furrowed my brows. 

Killed her father? What were the girls talking about? Who killed their father and why would they do that?

I turned to leave ,but it was short lived, when the door swung open up on me. 

"I'm so..." I stopped and my eyes snapped into the room and amongst the girls, when I perceived this strong and strange smell emanating from the room.

The smell of cinnamon and morning glory mixed together. 

It smelled nice and delicious. 

I have never experienced such a thing. Why was I perceiving  that?

"You have no manners to walk in on us and …"

The sound of a beautiful voice caught my ears and turned to the side of it .

Amora!'

My wolf stirred vigorously in me, the moment our eyes locked. 

Such that I almost stumbled to the ground. This was his second reaction today after years. 

What was going on with him?.

My eyes kept locked on the beauty in front of me.  I could see her struggling to say something, but was suppressing herself from doing so. 

I tried to get a hold of myself, however, I don't know if the next words that were heard in the room came from my wolf, me or Amora. 

"MATE"

A strong sense of emotions, possessiveness, want, protection, built up in me, as I stared at Amora. 

'She is our mate'.

My wolf, whimpered in my head happily. 

 Did he just speak?