Snatch Her Happiness

Zelda

"You called for me." I mumbled as I arrived in his cabin.

"Come in."

I stepped inside to find him sitting elegantly. His back turned to me as he swivelled the chair.

"Yes sir," I tried to sound formal.

It took a lot of effort for me to stay focused. His scent was all over. His auburn hair shone like the setting sun. I was tempted to touch and ruffle his hair, but I managed to stay within my limit.

I stood there for goddess knows how long, yet he didn't say a word.

He seemed determined to torture me. Does he know how much he affects me?

This mate bond is so compelling. It's making me want to do outrageous things even though I know that it's totally wrong.

My mother deserves all the happiness in the world. After my father's death, I've never seen my mother with any other man. She chose to bury herself with work and she made my welfare her priority.

However, in the past few weeks, I've noticed the difference in her. I didn't know the reason behind her happiness, but I was happy for her. I was happy to see my mother happy.

Every time I tried to gossip about her sudden happiness, she told me that I'd find out soon. Never would I have imagined that her big surprise would turn out to be so surprising.

I mean, how do I explain to my mom that the man who has finally brought a smile to her face. Her supposed boyfriend. The man she's planning to marry is my mate?

"How old are you, Zel?"

My head rose abruptly at his question. Did he just ask how old I am?

"Huh?"

What is this? Another introduction session? Didn't he get enough intro from mother and Randolph?

"How old are you?" He repeated like he didn't just ask something so ridiculous.

I wanted to ignore his question and choose silence, but my mouth opened and the words came out the opposite of what I wanted to say.

"Nineteen," I replied, much to my displeasure.

"Hmm," his response got me stumped as he stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

"You asked for me."

I chose to remind him of the reason why I was there just in case he'd forgotten.

"I did," he sat up straight, seeming to have remembered why he asked me to come. "Sit."

He pointed at the chair before him.

However, even after waiting for several minutes, he still didn't speak.

Was he enjoying this?

I moved the chair a little to remind him of my presence. The chair made a loud sound but Drake was unfazed.

His sandalwood scent wafts through my nostrils, almost sending me out of my seat.

I shift from one buttock to the other in anticipation. I don't know what this is about, but a part of me tells me that it won't be good.

"About yesterday," he began.

Oh no.

I knew this wasn't good, but now I think it might be worse.

"You.... Do you...." He paused. Seemingly confused about where to begin.

His lips curled up as he spoke, making him look dashing as he stuttered. He acted all bold earlier. I wonder why he's stuttering now.

"Do you know that we're mated?" He said, his face showed a frown as if he didn't like the sound of that.

I was contemplating if I should come clean and speak the truth or choose to withhold the truth instead.

"What about yesterday?" I countered.

He scoffed and nodded. His hand tapped rhythmically on the table.

"You felt the bond, didn't you?"

I raised my brow but immediately retracted my gaze.

"What bond?" I asked,

"Really?" He grabbed my hand. "Tell me you do not feel the tingling sensation."

I pursed my lips as I fought the urge to fall in his arms and kiss him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I managed to utter.

He chuckled deeply, bringing his ivory teeth to my view.

"Is that so?" He grabbed my shoulder and brought me to my feet. "Then look in my eyes and say that."

Goodness.

Did he have to come so close?

His scent filled my nostrils and I gulped audibly.

"This isn't right," I muttered out loud.

His hand went to my waist and he brought me close to him and his lips brushed my neck. "What are you talking about, Munchkin?"

Now he's playing dumb.

goddess. How do I stay sane when he is doing all this to me?

"Stay away..." I stuttered.

The words came out with difficulty.

"Why?" He kissed my neck again, rendering me weak in my knees.

"This....Office...."

Heck. I can't even speak coherently.

His touch felt strange yet, I didn't want it to stop. How did we come from being formal to this? I have little knowledge of the bond, but making out with someone I've only just met is far-fetched.

However, the feeling was becoming too tough to tackle.

"You're my mate, Munchkin and I...."

I know that I'm his mate, but can I accept this bond? Will I be able to live with myself if I snatch my mother's happiness?

I've seen my mother happy after a long time and this man here is the reason behind her happiness.

I can't take that from her.

"No!" I forced myself out of his arms. "You are my mother's boyfriend."

He came closer and cupped my cheek and I stared into his deep amber eyes.

"She's a werewolf too, she'll understand the bond."

My heart raced as I heard him say that. Did he just indirectly say that he would dump my mother for me and she'd understand?

No! I can't do that to her.

It will kill her if Drake leaves.

"I can't be with you," I shook my head in refusal. "I don't accept this bond."

"What?" His brow raised and he stared at me as if he was seeing a ghost. He opened his mouth to speak but I interrupted him with words of my own.

"I, Zelda Grayson, reject you as my mate."