The One Night Stand

The Lycan's Secret Mate 4 

Rejected and consoled : The One Night Stand. 

As I snuck out of the pack house, I felt a cool breeze hit my face, bringing me some relief from the pain of being beaten by the pack guard. I wandered around aimlessly, my mind consumed with thoughts of my recent rejection.

Suddenly, I heard someone approach me. I turned around to find a masked man standing there, looking at me curiously. "What happened to you?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to trust him, but something about his kind eyes made me want to confide in him. "I was rejected by my mate," I admitted, feeling a lump form in my throat. "And now, everyone is laughing at me."

The masked man listened to me patiently, and then reached out to touch my shoulder gently. "Don't worry," he said softly. "You don't deserve to be treated like that. You are worth so much more than the way they have treated you."

His words touched my heart, and for the first time since my rejection, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was someone out there who cared about me. I looked at the masked man, feeling grateful for his kind words and his gentle touch.

"Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for being kind to me.

I spent the whole day with the masked man, wandering through the woods, laughing and joking as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. He was so easy to talk to, and I found myself opening up to him more and more as the day went on.

As the sun began to set, we settled down by a small stream, watching the water flow by in peaceful silence. I felt a sense of closeness with him, as if we had known each other for years.

Then, without warning, he leaned over and kissed me softly. At first, I was taken aback, but soon found myself returning his kiss, losing myself in the moment.

One thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were making love under the stars, our bodies entwined as we gave in to our mutual desire.

As the night wore on, we lay there in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I felt a sense of contentment, as if everything was right in the world, at least for this moment.

But as the morning light began to filter through the trees, I realized that this was just a one night stand, and that I would probably never see the masked man again. Part of me was sad, but I knew that I would always cherish this memory, this moment of passion and connection that we had shared in the woods.

I woke up the next morning, feeling warm and content, but when I opened my eyes, I realized that the masked man was gone. His side of the bed was empty, and there was no sign of him anywhere.

For a moment, I felt a pang of disappointment, as if the magic of our night together had been shattered by his sudden departure. But then, I reminded myself that this was just a one night stand, and that I shouldn't get too attached.

Still, I couldn't help feeling a sense of loss as I got dressed and made my way back to the pack house. Part of me wanted to see the masked man again, to relive the passion and connection that we had shared in the woods.

But as the day wore on, I realized that he was probably just a passing fling, a momentary escape from the pain of my rejection. And yet, I couldn't help feeling grateful for the time we had spent together, and for the way he had made me feel alive again, even if it was just for a little while.

As I lay in my bed that night, I closed my eyes and let the memory of the masked man wash over me, grateful for the brief moment of happiness that he had brought into my life.

" Will I ever meet him again???