His Mate?

Setting me down next to a blacked out SUV, he begins to unbutton his shirt before handing me the garment.

“Put this on.” He instructs.

I did as he asks, if nothing else, because I was cold and naked. The fact it smelt like him was just a bonus.

“Do you know what you are?” His question surprised me. So much so that my hand still as I did the buttons up, allowing just a little too much cleavage to be on display before him. But I was no longer thinking about my modesty. Just the two hazel eyes gazing down at me, willing me to answer his question.

I mull over his question. I didn’t. Honestly, I had no idea what I was. Or how I came to be what I am. But the girl from before had told me. And based off of everything had happened afterwards, there was no reason to disagree with what she had said. So, taking a deep breath, I say; “A werewolf.” The words seem to stick in my throat as I speak them.

“Tonight, it was you first shift?” He asks, his voice had returned to being soft, and I could tell by how he was holding himself, he wasn’t used to having these sort of conversations. Conversations where you have to show compassion. I didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure how to answer a question like that.

The living through it had been a harrowing experience. One that I had no intention of reliving any time soon.

My silence seemed to be enough of a confirmation for him.

“How is that possible? The fact you can scent me means you are eighteen. Werewolves have their first shift when they are sixteen. How could you have gone two whole years without the shift being triggered?”

His question lingered between us.

 “Aren’t you going to say anything?” He snapped, his eyes took on a luminescent glow for a moment before returning back to their normal brown state.

“What is it you want me to say exactly?” I snap, finally the events of the evening catching up to me. “I haven’t got answer for your questions. Do you want me to say, I didn’t even know werewolves existed before tonight, much less that I am one. That I was abandoned as a baby, and I don’t even know with any certainty how old I am, let alone when my birthday is. I have no idea what scenting is, or why that has any sort of relevance to me being what I am. I am half naked, covered in mud, and all I can think about is how good you smell, and that I want to rub my self all over you and revel in it. That I’m hungry like I have never felt before. And so tired, so, so tired. I want a hot shower and to sleep. And I want forget any of this ever happened. I want to strangle my best friend who made me come out tonight. But most of all, I want to go back to thinking that werewolves were just another bedtime story made to scare children into going to sleep. Is that what you want me to say?” by now I am all but screaming at him. “Well, is it?”

I thought he would be angry. That he would give me a dressing down for having spoken to him so rudely. But instead, he simply gives me the biggest, heart-warming smile I had ever seen.

“You want to rub yourself all over me?” He mocks with a grin.

“That is what you took from everything I just said.” I huff back.

“Oh no, I heard it all. That was just my favourite bit Sienna.” He opened the door of the SUV, my name lingering on his tongue like music to my ears, and I could feel myself swoon once again.

“What kind of name is Alpha?” I snap back to reality.

“Alpha is a title, not my name.” He chuckles at my naivety.

“Oh.” I look at the floor mulling the title over. “So, what is your name?” I ask curiously. Still studying my dirty toes.

“Get in the car and I will tell you.” He states.

Looking between him the cosy interior and over his shoulder towards the orphanage, I try to decide what to do.

“Don’t even think about it. I will catch up with you before you even make it to the traffic lights.” He pre-empted my thoughts. I knew there was no escape. It was fruitless to think there was.

“Fine.” I huff, sliding into the leather passenger seat.

“Put your seatbelt on.” He shuts the door in my face before I could respond.

Moments later, he was sitting next to me and starting the car. The doors audibly click to locked, making sure I knew I had no chance of making a quick getaway tonight.

“Mason.” He replied, tucking a finger under my chin and lifting it gently so I was looking directly at him once again. “Mason Donnelly.” His fingers seemed to fuse themselves to my skin, sending deliciously warm tingles that I could feel all over me. And in that moment a part of me begged to lean forward and capture his perfectly formed lips in a kiss. But I resisted.

“God, what the hell is happening to me.” I gasp as the little sparks set my core alight.

If Mason noticed the effect he was having he was gentlemanly enough not to comment.

“I am you mate Sienna.” He says matter-of-factly letting his hand drop to the gear stick and shifting into the first. “We were made for each other.”