Mated To My Tribrid Lycan Mate

SHERNEIL.Why was it so hard to smile or laugh?I stared at my reflection in the mirror, attempting to tug my lips upward like I see people normally do when they smile. But nothing happened. It didn't look like I was smiling; rather, it looked like I was about to cry, my face scrunched up.This wasn't a smile. This was a grimace.Why is it so hard for me to smile like every other person does? Why don't I find things funny like they do? I squished my lips up to try once more, yet nothing. This has been part of my routine for almost two years now, yet, every time I tried, every time I practiced, it never worked.I don't know how to smile.'Let's try doing this another way, Sher,' Robyn sighed. 'Just follow my lead.' She added.'How so?' I furrowed my brows.'Try lifting one side of your mouth first,' she began, using her front paw to describe. 'Just quirk it up a bit, like you're about to grit your teeth but in a more simpler way.''Like this?' I asked, attempting to quirk the right si

I shouldn't have agreed to this.I really, really, really shouldn't have. An hour into this party, and I am already regretting my decision for agreeing to be here. I flexed my fingers and counted, then swirled the ring which rests on the middle finger of my left hand. Yet, today, neither of both actions seems to calm me down.The music was too loud, making my head spin. The booming sound erupting from speakers built into sides of the hall was nerve-wracking. I felt my heart lurch so hard my chest squeezed and hurt. The crowd was screaming with excitement while I struggled to breathe. Lasers and smoke. Then the grating boom died down just a bit, and whispers of people filled the hall.Before I could attempt to relax, a slow beat picked up in the background, gaining speed with a slow buildup. Silence hung over the room for a good five seconds, as a slow melody cascaded from the speakers. It has been this way since I arrived, watching my colleagues have fun while I tried to, but failed m

Wet sweaty hands, a thundering heart, and an ecstatic wolf. All were sensations drowning me at the same time. Sensations I couldn't control.I was at the small diner overlooking the hotel I was lodging in. We agreed to meet there at exactly 8:30pm, and I have been here since 8pm.I had showered, shaved my legs, and brushed my teeth, not that I planned on kissing anyone. But I did either way. And the worst part? I had let Robyn coerce me into putting on makeup, but a simple look. Just some kohl in my eyes, a mascara, and a nude lipstick. Dressed in a similar ankara to earlier, only this time it was red with black floral designs. It stopped at my knee, and I paired it with black high heels.The diner was quiet, which was perfect for my raging nerves and the panic threatening to swallow me. I'm here. I'm really doing this. My anxiety grows with each passing second I spend waiting. My muscles were tense, as pinpricks of sensations washed over my skin. 'It is just a meaningless one night s

"Care to tell me what the hell you are doing here?" His voice was a low snarl, his hands clenched tightly to his sides, as though to stop him from doing something. From holding me.Beard. Low shaved beard. Low undercut. Piercing grey-green eyes. Dangerous. This man is no adventure. But danger. Everything about him screams danger. But then I remembered what he said, the anger in his voice, and all thoughts vanished again."I should be asking you that. I mean, you came to meet me here, didn't you?" I answered, moving away from him as I sauntered back to my table. He fell into step behind me till we reached it, before he settled in the chair facing me, his face grim and hard."What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" He demanded again through clenched teeth.'Oh, he did not just use that tone to speak to you!' Robyn snapped, but I tamped down on the bond to contain her, else I wouldn't be able to handle this."You don't own me," was all I simply said.He swallowed, his gaze dancing around my face.

I took a desperate breath and marched into the bathroom in the living room, where I braced my hands on the cool granite and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were open a fraction too wide, and my face was sweaty. My once painted lips with nude lipstick are now almost dry, and have a little crack on them. I unconsciously dragged my tongue over them to wet, as though that would calm the raging in my nerves. I don't think I can go through with this. I shouldn't even have started this in the first place, or insisted that we do this. I should've just left him at the diner and returned to my room. What had I been thinking? My lips twisted with a grimace. No, I hadn't really been thinking. It'd been his eyes. Those grey-green eyes that had caused this. The moment I saw them, I stopped thinking, and what did I do? Book an escort that ended up being my mate! A sane person would've definitely ended this. But I didn't, only because I wanted to prove to myself that I didn't ca