Prisoner To My Mate

I wake up to the most excruciating pain all over my body. The first thing I see are white walls. A strong smell of disinfectant passes through my nose. I look around me and I think I’m in a hospital. It’d explain the horrible smell and why I’m wearing a hospital gown. I can’t believe I survived. I really thought I was going to die. I’m wondering how I got to the hospital when I hear voices outside my door. There are none I recognize and the hospital doesn’t look like our pack hospital. Where in God’s name am I? The muttering stops and two people walk in. One is a doctor, and the other is my mate. This is the first good look I’m getting of him. I couldn’t see him because of everything that was happening. Now that I can—oh my—is he handsome. He has the most beautiful piercing blue eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. His nose is straight, and his lips are perfectly sized, all red and ready for me to kiss. His jaw is straight and sharp making him look like a Greek god. He has raven black hai

A few days have gone by, and things are still the same between Theodore and me. I found out his name is Theodore from Charlotte . You can guess how great our relationship is, given that I found out his name from someone else. I’m currently on my way to ask him if I can get a phone to call Mom and Chloe. I miss them. It’s been too long since I last heard or spoke to any of them. He’s working from home today, so I go to find him in his study. “What do you want?” he says, his tone harsh like always. His eyes are glued to the papers in front of him. I’m sure he didn’t need to look up to know it’s me. He must’ve smelled me. “I want to ask if I can get a phone to call my Mom,” I say, standing in front of his dominating presence. “Why would you need to do that?” he asks, stunning me with his question. “I miss her, and I want to know how she’s doing.” “She’s doing fine. I’ll tell your Alpha to tell her you miss her.” “How do you know she’s doing fine? Why can’t I speak to her?” Why is h

It’s been a few days since my breakdown, and I haven’t seen Theodore since. I’m grateful because I end up crying every time we see each other. But I also miss him. The mate bond isn’t helping because while I’m trying to avoid him, the bond makes me want to be with him. I’m in the kitchen making breakfast when Charlotte walks in. “Good morning, Luna,” she says, taking a seat on one of the kitchen stools. “I’m not your Luna. But good morning to you too,” I say with a soft smile. I’m happy she’s here after the way Theo kicked her out. I was worried she wouldn’t want to spend time with me anymore. “How are you feeling today?” Charlotte asks while I serve her a plate of scrambled eggs. If she’s here during breakfast time, that means she hasn’t eaten. “I’m doing okay; why do you ask?” “Thank you, and the Beta’s house isn’t too far away from here. I could hear you crying last night,” Charlotte says, with pity in her eyes while she eats her breakfast. “Oh, I’m fine, you don’t have to

Werewolves can get drunk if their wolf allows it. Eva understands why I need to get drunk tonight, so she isn’t preventing me. Technically, I’m not supposed to be drinking because I’m only eighteen, but since I’m a werewolf, it’s different. If I were only a human, I wouldn’t be allowed to drink until I was twenty-one. “Thank you,” I say to the Omega who just gave me another glass of wine. She’s made sure my hand wasn’t empty all night. I even know her name because of it. I think it’s Lily. I’m starting to get drunk after about five glasses of wine. I feel like annoying my mate, so I decide to go look for Liam so we can dance together. “Liam, Liam, Liam,” I shout his name as I look for him in the ballroom. I’m about to shout his name again when someone stops me. “Why are you shouting my brother’s name?” Theo demands, covering my mouth with his large hand. I lick his hand. I don’t know why, but I’m thrilled at his response. “Eww, why did you do that? Are you drunk?” he asks as he t

I hear the door open as Charlotte walks inside her guestroom. When I ran away from the house, I thought about crying outside, but I couldn’t bear the shame of someone seeing me cry so I ran to Charlotte ’s house. She sets the tray in her hand on the bedside table and takes a seat beside me. I don’t think I’ve moved since I laid down, crying. I finally stopped when my body had no more tears to give. “How are you feeling?” she asks, concerned. “Better. Thank you.” “That’s good. Why are you thanking me?” “It’s been hours since I came to your door crying like a baby, and you haven’t asked me why. Thank you for not pushing me to tell you what’s wrong. And for letting me to cry my heart out in your guestroom.” I arrived around noon and if my guess is right, it should be dark outside now. I can’t really tell because the blinds are down. “Sometimes it’s better to let people come to you with their problems than forcing them to tell you. Even if you want to know so you can help.” “Is it o