James
I was jogging down the stairs without a care in the world as I remembered the hot redhead that I f*ked last night. That was a good sport, and maaan that mouth of hers was able to suck. I chuckled at myself. Oh, sweet memories.
Suddenly, I caught an amazing smell as my wolf started to circle in my head restlessly. I stopped dead in my tracks, and without thinking, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the most delightful smell that had ever waffled in my nose. It smelled fresh like...grass? No. It was like grass that has heated up in the sun and turned into hay quickly. I could feel, smell, and see that hot summer day being outdoors. I opened my eyes and they locked on a magical creature standing at the entrance. My wolf said that one magical word that I had been dreaming, hoping and waiting and waiting, and waiting to hear for days, weeks, months, and years.
“Mate”.
My mind went on a high drive. No f*ing way!! My mate was in front of me! MY MATE was in my own house! I had a mate! After waiting for twelve...no scratch that, for fifteen long, agonizing years, my mate was here! I have been dreaming of meeting my mate since I was fifteen years old. I had bright and shining eyes the day I turned eighteen. My heart was beating fast and my hands were sweaty while I ran around the pack house and our territory to find her. I was convinced that my mate was from my pack. I didn’t care who she was – whether an omega or a lead warrior she-wolf. But I didn’t meet my mate then. I thought that maybe my mate hadn’t turned eighteen yet or maybe she was from another pack. I kept smiling and waited.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into long months, and long months turned into torturous years. There was a stabbing pain in my heart whenever I witnessed how mates met each other in my pack. There was jealousy every time someone announced that he or she had found their fated One. There was grief in my heart after every day that ended without me finding My Love. I spent days without the one in whose neck I wanted to bury my face and witnessed cold and lonely nights as I longed to hug my mate while falling asleep.
And how unbelievable it is that I do have a mate? At one point, I started to think she was dead, killed by rouges or something like that. Sometimes I thought that the Moon Goddess didn’t bless me with a mate. I gave up on hope five years ago. Okay, if I’m honest – of course, I still hoped, but I buried that hope deep, deep in my heart. Because that hope just brought me more pain. And after so many tormenting years, the pain was something I didn’t want to feel anymore. So, I filled my time with endless training, missions, and duties. I filled my nights with exhaustion or cheap girls to f*ck. I was trying to distract or numb myself in every possible way.
But today my world has turned upside down because here she is – a stunning beauty that was MY Mate. She studied me and then locked eyes with me. Will she run to me and jump in my arms? Or I could run to her and spin her around. I was that happy!
I caught another smell. Oh. Is she a human? Then…This complicates stuff. My highly excited mood plummeted a bit. Because it means she doesn’t feel the bond the way I do. OK, whatever! It doesn’t matter, right? A mate is a mate. And I have one! I wanted to fist-bump air. I felt like I had just won a jackpot. Oh, happy days! I was having a happy dance in my head, alongside my wolf, who was happily jogging, turning, and howling in joy in my head.
I took in all of her. She had straight blond hair that was open and went down to her elbows. It was dyed as darker roots were coming out. She had sharp cheekbones, a small pointy nose, and plum pink lips that were covered in shiny lip balm. Oh, those juicy lips that I wanted to suck, nibble and feel how soft they were. My mate seemed quite tall and could be five feet and six inches. But as she had brown ankle boots on at least three-inch heels, it was harder to estimate her real height. She was wearing a light brown dress that fit her like a second skin. The black belt around her waist accented it delightfully. She looked professional. But for me – oh boy, I was sporting a semi in my pants already. Her body was perfect! She was thin and fit with average-sized breasts but nice hips. I bet she has a nice round ass too. I would love to spank that ass. Ooh, my thoughts were running wild.
And then the most unexpected thing happened. She squinted her light blue eyes that had long lashes, and then my mate frowned. After a moment she even scrunched her nose. My heart suddenly sank. Do I smell bad or something? Am I too ugly in this simple home attire? Does she not like me? No, this is not possible! All the girls loved me – human or wolf. They were always rubbing against me, giving me their phone numbers, flashing me smiles. They were doing anything to get closer to me, to touch me or kiss me, or to get in my bed.
My heavenly mate put a blank expression on her face. Then she smiled politely and greeted me as if she was an aristocrat from Queen Elizabeth’s family and I was a duke. What the hell? Then she left towards the living room as if she lived here.
I felt thunderstruck as I couldn’t reply and just stayed rooted in my place. My confusion ran dozens of questions in my head. Has she been here before? Where was I? How come I didn’t catch her scent then? Why did no one mention we had a human visitor? Who was she meeting here?
Thank Goddess I didn’t have a brother, or I would kick his ass from jealousy. Well, of course, in case he was doing something with her. I was going nuts. I didn’t have a brother, but I was kicking his imaginary ass already about something I wasn’t sure if he was even guilty of. Could this be mate bond kicking in? This is overboard jealousy level one thousand! I could admit it with my brain, but it didn’t make me feel any less jealous. D*mn! I growled. I was beyond frustrated. The most amazing thing just happened to me. I met my mate, but she…
Wait! She left? What happened to the mate bond? What happened to the ‘love at first sight’ stuff? Ok, she is a human. It is a bit different for them. But she just walked out on me. Wah! I felt so frustrated! I ran my hands over my face and rubbed my temples which started to hurt from all the whirlpool of emotions and questions I experienced in this short time. For f*cks sake! I saw her for less than five minutes and I was already a psychotic mess...
Oh man, what will I do? Ok. Strategize! I allowed my rational brain to take over my fast-beating and confused heart. First things first - let’s follow her. Then I would make a proper introduction. Let’s take it slow. I should get to know her, she should get to know me. I could take her for a date tonight or this week or something. That’s how humans do it, right? I would get to know her, and then win her heart. Her heart already belongs to me, she just doesn’t know it yet.
And I’m more than happy to show everything of myself. I wiggled my eyebrows inwardly. This body of mine will make her salivate soon. I smirked as I liked my plan.
Her smell still lingered in the hall, and I was delighted to inhale it again. Who would have thought that today I was going to meet my mate at last? I sighed happily. I wasn’t doomed like I used to think. I did have a happy ending.
Chapter 4 Laila I entered the living room and saw a lady in her forties, maybe? She looked younger, but if that guy was her son, then she had to be older. Oh wow! She looked beautiful with her green eyes and blond hair. During our video calls, the blurry pixels did no good to her natural beauty. Now that I see her up close in real life, she looks stunning. I approached her hastily and extended my hand: - Hello, Mrs. Montgomery, I’m sorry I’m a bit late. She smiled brightly at me. - Oh, don’t worry, dear! Welcome! Come and sit, Miss Apine! I hope I pronounced that correctly. No, she didn’t, but I kept on smiling. - Can I call you Laila? She smiled at me. Maybe my face gave away that my surname was not pronounced correctly. - Of course! I nodded my head. - I was just sipping my tea. I have a day off, so I am not in a rush at all. She had a motherly vibe flowing from her. During the video calls she seemed a nice lady and now facing her it was confirmed . - Good to know that
James When I entered the living room and wanted to participate in their meeting, my mother looked at me a bit longer. I was usually super hungry in the mornings and jumping on food was even the first thing before I said a proper “good morning” to my family. I bet she suspected that something was fishy with my behavior. But I couldn’t help it, could I? My mate was at MY house. My mate was just in front of my eyes. And she didn't even know that she was my mate, what a mate was, and that I am a werewolf. I thought waiting for my mate was the toughest and longest part, but I still have some more walking to do. So, it turned out she was our house redecorator. That was good, as she would spend more time in our place, I wouldn’t even have to call her here. Laila. That was her name that echoed in my mind for several minutes. A beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman. It was my new favorite word. I listened to her talking to my mom. Her voice just floated in my ears like Earthly music
Laila As I sat in the cab, I blew out a breath. I felt relieved I got away from the place. This encounter felt intense. Not with Mrs. Montgomery. No. With Mr. Playboy. Okay, so his name is James.Things with him were awkward. Much. Why did he wanna know where I live? He probably noticed my accent and weird surname. What were those intense stairs directed my way? And what were those cheesy lines about? Was he flirting with me? Jeez, that is the least I need right now – a playboy hitting on me. A shiver went down my spine remembering his face. I would take it as a warning from my intuition. It has never let me down this far. I should stay away from Mr. Playboy.It felt kind of flattering that such a rich handsome guy was advancing on me. Or was I just imagining things? Am I arrogant to think that he was hitting on me?He is very handsome, and he sure knows it. He was flashing those charming smiles often. Oh, no, not going that road.
My week passed by quickly. I met Mrs. Montgomery on Wednesday. Thank God, Mr. Playboy was not there. Which means he has forgotten about me already. And that is good for me. If I’m honest, I felt a bit sad and disappointed that I didn’t meet him. He did say he would be there. But I brushed it off quickly. I didn’t need a distraction. I focused on the work. It was clear that my idea was correct – he would forget about me the next day. Something buzzed in my heart after this thought. I guess it was another warning. I should be as far from this guy as possible. So good thing that he didn’t show up.The meeting went by smoothly. After that, Mrs. Montgomery invited me to her charity ball that had to happen on Saturday. She told me that she usually holds it in December. But she wanted to do it before her house turned into a complete mess. I agreed to come to the event. I had nothing else to do anyway.So here I was dressed in a long red flowy max
LailaI’m smiling inwardly, wondering why James has been so persistent about trying to chat with me. There are many girls that keep on glancing at him now and then. He should go to any of them. I keep on hinting to him that I’m not interested in him nor in having a conversation. It’s not easy as he is very persistent and his presence makes me feel..funky? He does look very appealing in this dark blue tuxedo. And he has styled his hair with gel which gives him an out-of-cover look. Something tugs at my heart. Maybe I wish that circumstances were different. Maybe I could have a fling with him. Oh, well, it doesn't matter… Right?Usually, I’m very kind and open to any conversation, but this hot, rich peace is making me rather… I can’t even put a name to this feeling. Maybe edgy? Yes, something like that! I’m not properly grasping if it is a good or bad edginess. So, I am trying to observe the situation and
Laila: Bright smiles lit up on the faces of two cute girls. One is tall and lean with dark brown hair and brown eyes. The other one is short with brown hair but blue eyes. Their high cheekbones, button noses, and full lips give it away that they are siblings. They remind me of my own sister. Though Linda is blond. Warmth tugs at my heart as I remember my baby sister. Yes, she is not a baby anymore, but a grown young lady. But for me, she is still a chubby-cheeked baby. A small squeal comes out from the shortest brunet as she grabs me in a tight hug. That’s shocking. I have never seen a stranger being so happy and friendly to meet me. I guess it is typical American behavior? She looked me up and down with a big smile.- Oh, James! She is so pretty!I’m a bit confused. What does my prettiness have to do with James? The other girl extended her hand.- I’m Adriana and this happy ball is Fay. We heard so much about you from James!She grins while looking at me and James. I shook her hand
LailaI took longer than necessary to refresh. I didn’t want to go out of the bathroom and face James. I was sure that he was waiting for me outside. I didn’t have time to go through our encounters or analyze them. But my inner wall was high up. I was pushing him away as much as I could. But those bright smiles on his handsome face were all that was left in my mind now that I was alone.I soaked a paper towel in cold water and put it on the back of my neck. Pushing away James and fighting his advances made me tired. As I said – I was a nice and relaxed person. And I’ve never had a playboy on my tail. Usually, I can get rid of any unwanted attention with a few sentences.I dried my neck with another paper towel.I blew out a heavy breath and got myself ready to face James again. I slowly opened the doors just a tiny bit to sneak a peek outside. I wanted to see where he was and what he was doing. Maybe he was talking w
Silently, James came to stand next to me. I could see him in my peripheral vision, but I didn’t acknowledge him. Not even with a glance. He didn’t say anything either. He just stood beside me. I wanted to meet someone interesting. But the one that stuck to me, was someone I didn’t want next to me. Okay, to be honest, I didn't know him. But I didn't have a feeling that a fulfilling conversation was his goal with me.I didn’t converse with him in hopes he would trot off. But I guess he didn’t have a sense that he was disturbing me. Such a b*gger. My skin was covered with goosebumps again. It was such a weird feeling. It made me anxious every single time. I couldn’t explain it. And if I couldn’t explain it, I freaked out about it. And if I was freaking out, I needed to push it away or run away. Either way – I needed it as far from me as possible. But he was a determined guy. I had to give him that. So, even with the awkward silence