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ANNABELLE.

THREE HOURS LATER

Fina-fucking-lly.

As I get up from my seat. A faint scent wafts to me from the closed-door but can't identify who. Did these idiots or idiot mask their scent?

I wait a few seconds waiting for them to knock but nothing comes.

That's weird.

I'm a strict leader and my pack respects me but I knew that some feared me for what I did before. But I mean. Damn, I wasn't THAT scary.

My sperm donor was terrifying on the other hand.

He ruled with fear and submission not respect and patience like a true leader should have been.

My mom on the other hand was loved by our pack till she died. She was the best Luna ever.

It never made sense to me how the Moon goddess paired them together.

My 'father' was a power hungry asshole and my mom was a beautiful compassionate woman. Yet, she got paired with him.

I don't get what the goddess hoped to achieve but nothing good came from it.

Nothing at all.

Because father dearest broke my mother.

Instead of loving her unconditionally like mates are supposed to. He abused her and raped her and made her lose my unborn baby brother.

She suffered and suffered until she took her own life.

All of this because of some fucking bond that tied them together that she couldn't reject after mating and marking each other.

She would've lost her wolf and that was more painful than death itself. It feels like half of your soul was being sucked out of you in the most agonizingly hurtful way.

Soulmates my ass.

I huff irritatedly and stomp to the door opening it violently just to find Zyneth looking like a dear caught in the headlights.

"Zyn, do you need something?" I state curiously making his dark grey eyes snap to mine and gives me a shy smile.

Goddess, how I loved his eyes.

They were warm for such a deep and dead color like grey. His are magnificent and so fucking expressive. It was like the man can't mask his feelings.

He wore his heart on his sleeve, it was admirable but dangerous. Especially for someone like him.

Someone that effortlessly falls in love. Someone that I could read right through.

'Human, why can't you just jump him he looks so adorable right now,' my horny wolf pants wagging her tail in our link.

I snort through the formed connection holding a finger in Zyn's direction to not seem rude.

'I thought you wanted me to wait for your mate and stop sleeping around'. I fire back making her give me a sheepish wolfish grin.

'I was just kidding. Why can't your grumpy ass take a joke,' she huffs.

'Well, that wasn't funny,' I laugh mockingly and cut our link.

"Ah-uh, yes. I brought you the coffee that you asked for," he smiles bowing respectfully.

Good boy.

"Thank you, Zyn. But you look like you want to say something more. Come on in, take a seat," I mumble grabbing the coffee mug from his hand and inhaling its calming rich scent.

Gods I needed that.

"I-uh-I," he scratches his neck awkwardly not meeting my eyes and I almost coo at his adorableness.

He's cute as hell.

Throughout the last two years, I saved Zyneth.

He and I formed a friendship with benefits- if you will.

I felt this instant click to him, I didn't understand how connected and at peace I would feel around a person like him.

The day that I saved him from those vampires was weirdly coincidental. He was a foreigner. Someone I shouldn't have trusted but I did.

He was hurt. Bruised, malnourished and beaten all over and I sympathized with him. I helped him heal and then got him to open up to me.

Which took a bit of time since I didn't want to pressure him into telling me what he didn't want to let on.

It turns out that he was taken hostage from his village alongside some other werewolves. Some of the fae and shifters even humans were sold to be slaves and blood bags to the vamps.

The clan that they were assigned to was taken down after a huge rampage of hunters located them was what had given Zyn and the others a chance at life.

He told me that their whole village was destroyed by the hands of those leeches.

Zyneth was lucky enough to have ended up in my territory surrounded by those two idiots that I ripped apart later on when I found them.

I might be a part vampire but I take no pride in it. Especially since it came from my sperm donor's side.

I fucking loathed that fact.

"You-you what. Zyn?" I tease.

"I-Isortakindofmissedyou," he sputters out incoherently and I laugh out finding his flustered expression amusing, "Zyneth, make your words clearer. I don't seem to catch up."

"I missed you, happy, now?" He mutters sheepishly. Fuck. He's adorable.

I awe slapping him across the head.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" He questions pouting and sending me a fake angered glare.

"Idiot, I thought that we're past the awkward phase of shying away from each other."

He blushes, those grey eyes twinkling softly.

I feel my lips curl up with a teasing smirk, my hand around his bigger one rubbing circles, "The day that I fucked you repeatedly in my room and bathroom was enough to show you that you should feel free to see me whenever you wanted."

I pause, thoughtful but sensual. "However, I think I might have to make that clearer." I taunt watching him get all flustered and the smell of his arousal waft in the air in seconds.

Huh, I still have that effect on him.

Good to know.

Zyn and I's relationship used to be more of an emotional connection- a very strong one at the beginning when I took him in.

I consoled, supported, fed and clothed him and gave him a home to call his own.

I had tried to soothe him when he had broken down multiple times because of his nightmares, until we broke that line and started sleeping together.

I mean the sex is great, but I'm afraid that Zyn might be more inclined to grow feelings. I just don't want him to get hurt especially if he finds his mate.

How awkward would that be? I shiver.

I never wanted to start this with him but it is what it is.

We can't take it back...Not now at least.