Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 106

Fiona's POV

These last few days have been mundane, if I do say so myself. At first I was primarily cooped up in Blake' room entertaining myself by annoying Marcus whenever possible; that is, if he was even in the room. Most of the time he would keep me company for the sake of Blake' request after he had been so busy doing who knows what. It worried me to no end and whenever I had the chance to ask, he'll quickly change the subject to something else, irritating me further. I could always feel my curiosity and impatience take over when we were together, even after our heart to heart talk about Maxwell and his mother, but the frustration in his brow and exhaustion in his eyes made me hold my tongue. For some reason, I found it impossible to calm him down these days, which is really saying something when my very own scent used to do its justice.

Is there something wrong with me?

My heart ached as I looked out the window, looking down at the front yard. It was completely devoid of any living creature or vehicle. I couldn't help but worry for Blake and I. I know he's had his days where he was completely busy in the past and I would simply have to put up with his absence by distracting myself with my friends or homework, but this time it was entirely different. Sometimes I felt he was completely avoiding me altogether for some reason. I couldn't blame him though. I know how much he missed me and craved for my return to the pack, but that didn't exactly mean he wasn't still hurt by my haste decision to abandon everything without a second glance to see the destruction I had caused. His most of all.

As those thoughts clouded my mind, a single question appeared before my eyes. Was it the right decision to return? I mean, I couldn't be happier seeing everyone again, being with him again. I was home, and yet I felt completely distant from everything I used to know and love. Even when I would head downstairs and mingle with the few pack members that would venture these halls, despite their utmost respect they had for me as their future Luna, I could still see another hidden emotion in the depths of their eyes. It was the same for all of them, even Linda who would still talk animatedly about how her day went regardless. Thinking about it now, I finally realized what that hidden emotion was: disappointment.

Disappointment on my actions and how careless I was two years ago. Disappointment in envisioning a strong human Luna taking her place beside her Alpha and leading the pack to a brighter future, only to be completely deceived. Disappointment in how much I nearly killed him, their future leader, a man they highly respected and looked up to in times of need. A man they relied on to protect them during any attack. A man who they stood proudly by his side despite the situation. But weren't they right to feel that way? I gave them reason to feel such emotions towards me. I deserved every disappointed stare that headed my way, day in and day out. Now whether I could make it up to them was a completely different question. But most importantly, how could I make it up to him I let out a heavy sigh, rubbing my chest as an empty void began to form beneath my fingertips. It was something I had been feeling for quite some time and the nagging sensation was practically beginning to burn. Looking down, I noticed a small car pull up the driveway and come to a slow stop. The driver's side door opened up in one swift movement and I could see Anthonio's climbing out, closing the door behind him before making his way quickly to the passenger side. As he opened the door, he pulled his hand out and a smaller, lighter hand took his palm with ease. Sara stepped out of the vehicle carefully, no doubt Anthonio watching her every move and making sure she wouldn't trip over or anything. I couldn't help but smile at how he treated her like a precious China doll that was bound to break if he were to take his eyes off it for merely a second. Sara seemed to snap at him and shoo him away before making her way to the front door. Anthonio shook his head in defeat before trailing behind her.

Closing the curtain, I made my way to the bed and allowed my body to sink against the soft mattress. I swear this was made out of clouds, handcrafted by angels themselves! Was it always this comfortable? Low murmurs from downstairs reached my ears before the sound of someone heading up the stairs was heard. I leaned against the fluffy pillow and waited for my visitor to enter. Within seconds I was greeted by Sarah with a tired smile filling her lips. She wore a comfortable loose gray sweatshirt with black yoga pants and flats to accompany her laid back outfit. Her belly seemed bigger than the last time I saw her and I seriously wondered how many weeks she had left before she was ready to pop

"Hey Fiona! What are you doing cooped up in here?" Sara asked, making her way to the bed beside me. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it with assurance. With a frown on her face, she questioned,

"What's wrong, dear?"

I smiled sadly at her, my eyes averting down to our intertwined hands before I subconsciously squeezed her own. "Nothing that's worth talking about," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Her frowned deepened and in one swift movement, she was beside the door and locking it shut before sitting beside me again. My eyes widened in surprise at how fast she just moved. I know she's a werewolf and all, but never had she used her speed in front of me. It was quite incredible considering the fact that she was pregnant and moved at a leisurely pace whenever she was around Anthonio.

I guess this was her moment to break free from the little bubble he seemed to have put her in. I can't really blame her though, I think I would go nuts if Blake did the same to me. Just the mere thought had my chest constricting in pain as I stared down at her glorious belly that seemed to have its own source of radiance. She really did seem to glow because of her pregnancy. I couldn't help but wonder if I were to ever see the day where I would go through the same thing with the man I loved….and crushed

Sara settled herself beside me, crossing her legs beneath her and giving me her utmost attention, her green eyes sparkling from the few rays of sunlight that entered the room. I involuntarily smiled at her eagerness for me to open up. This girl just loved to know what was wrong with me and trying her best to make me feel better, didn't she? I owed her big time

I grabbed a small pillow in front of me and hugged it as if my life depended on it.

"Sara, honestly, I'm perfectly-"

"As if," she cut off, rolling her eyes upward.

"I may not have seen you for two years, but that doesn't mean I don't know when something is up. Now spill," she commanded, leaning forward expectantly.