Fighting Fate

I was tired, no scratch that I was absolutely exhausted. Training had been heavy, and my muscles ached as I moved. I flung open the door, headed to the kitchen and almost cried in pure happiness at the sight of the fridge. Food, I thought greedily, my dearest most loyal friend how I have missed your deliciousness. I scanned the shelves for something good to eat, my mind moving to upcoming events.

Meg would be home soon, hauling in her new fiance. I hadn't met the bloke yet, they had been on a romantic cruise getaway all summer. Now that they were back, I'll finally be able to see him in the flesh. She sounded happy over the phone and I was happy for her, just a little too tired and sweaty to be excited right at this moment. 

But then, just as my eyes landed on the grapes, the most incredible scent filled the kitchen. Dark coffee beans dancing impossibly well with the soft freshness of a summer rain

"No," I whispered. "No, that's impossible."

I spun around, slamming the fridge door shut. A tall boy with toned arms, broad shoulders and chestnutty hair stood watching me. His chest heaved as he breathed in my own scent, and I saw his warm brown eyes flash green just before he pushed me hard up against the cold surface of the fridge.

"Mine" he growled softly. 

My wolf screamed 'mate' in my head and it took everything in me to block her out. He kissed hurridly at my neck and I bit my lip hard to stop from moaning.

"Get off me." I tried, the words sounding strange and course.

He growled lowly near my ear, his lips still grazing my neck. He was an alpha, I knew it immediately. Taking orders went against his nature. His very presence was programmed to expect respect. Not only had I given him an order, but my struggles were also direct disobedience.

He pushed me harder into the fridge and I struggled uselessly against his iron grip. All the while fighting internally with my wolf. She was desperately trying to take over and I could feel her starting to win. With the last of my strength, I flicked my wrists, turning them to paws. With a growl, I sunk my claws into his shoulders, making him freeze. 

"My sister is going to walk in, in less than 30 seconds. If she sees us like this, it will crush her." 

He tightened his grip and stared angrily into my eyes.

"And if you hurt my sister, I'll kill you myself."

He was furious. So was I. But I was also right, and he knew it. Growling, he stepped back and a second later Meg walked in.

"Carrie!" She squealed, skipping into the kitchen and latching onto the arm of the boy who had me locked against the fridge only moments before.

"I see you've met my Ben."

All I managed was a nod, the sight of them together made my stomach churn. Meg began talking, most probably about their cruise. I couldn't process a word she was saying.

"So anyway we're going to have a movie night tonight, wanna join us?"

Her question snapped me out of my slow moment and I shook my head viciously. My wolf was growling at me in my mind, clawing to get Meg off Ben and leave her with some deep-set scars in the process. I ignored her.

"I'm actually not feeling great. I think I'll go up to my room."

I listened as Meg whined about my absence from her themed movie night. Apologised again, then all but fled to my room. Once in the safety of my dark purple walls, I let the panic set in. Why, of all the wolves in oxford did I have to mate with him? My whole life had been about my mission, having a mate never entered my mind long enough for serious consideration.

"Crap," I whispered, running a hand through my chocolatey waves. "what the hell do I do now?" I asked softly. There was no answer and the quiet emptiness of the room consumed me.

*************

"Why won't he just leave? This is ridiculous!"

Joe's laugh played musically over my phone's speaker.

"It's a movie night Carrie, they tend to take a while."

I sighed heavily and threw another shirt into my overnight bag. Fighting against my wolf was taking its toll. I was beginning to actually feel sick. Jocelyn had agreed to a last-minute sleepover and I could not be more grateful. I could not spend the entire night with my wolf howling for me to go downstairs to Ben.

"I'll be there in five," I said while squeezing the phone against my shoulder and cheek, dropping to my knees to look for my other shoe.

A few minutes later after double knotting my left sneaker, I was creeping along the landing toward the stairs. Each step felt ridiculously squeaky, as though the whole house was mocking me for the mess I was caught up in But eventually, I had burst through the front door, I dropped to my knees, my wolf screaming for me to turn back. My stomach churned and my head throbbed as I fought her. Hands wrapped around my waist and in moments I was on my feet.

"Relax Carrie, I'm here."

Immediately my wolf calmed and I drew in a shaky breath,

"Ben."

His hands still held my waist and his coppery eyes were dark. They churned against mine, his hands still tight around my waist.

"Do you always fight against her like this?"

I didn't appreciate his scrutiny, what was going on with my wolf, was my business. I kept my gaze steady, gritting my teeth, "not always. Not in battle."

He looked surprised, it made me smile. I liked the fact that I was able to unsteady him, even if it was only slightly

"You fight?" He asked, searching my face.

"I'm a guardian," I replied, not breaking my stare.

I loved my job, granted it was dangerous, and involved a lot of fighting, but I loved it. Working with a group, having no alpha, giving help to any and all packs against rouges. We were a type of FBI for werewolves, it was an absolute thrill.

Ben shook his head slightly, "that will have change when you become Luna."

My wolf rejoiced at the word but my own eyes flashed. "Good thing I'm not becoming a Luna anytime soon then."

His eyes darkened, full of authority, "Carrie." He warned softly.

I shook my head refusing to let him affect me, "You're engaged to my sister, we aren't mates. This is obviously some kind of mistake."

He looked me up and down, soft amusement dancing in his eyes, "You're wolf disagrees."

Defiance tightened in my chest and I growled angrily. "Let me go."

He growled back, stepping closer. "I don't take orders, Carrie."

"You aren't my alpha or my mate, release me," I replied, my voice rising.

He pulled me closer, his eyes darker than what I would've thought possible. "Eventually you're going to have to stop lying to yourself."

My wolf was going nuts in my mind and my head throbbed harder.

"You're in love with my sister." I tried. It hurt to say, my wolf howled in pain at the thought.

Ben's eyes softened, "But you're my mate, Carrie."

I shook my head frantically, pulling away from him.

"No, no I'm not."

He watched me struggle, his grip never loosening. His ego angered me, and I felt my hands changing again. My fingers shortening, growing claws, chocolatey fur covering my skin. I sunk my claws into his forearm and kicked at his chest.

He let me go, more out of exasperation than anything else. He had more than enough power to take me on, an alpha of his size and strength could break my legs without breaking a sweat in a real fight. I sprinted away, my flicking my wrist back as I turned the corner.