Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 27

Fiona's POV

We sat in silence as we sped away in Marcus' car towards the direction of my home. I was now sitting in the back seat of his truck while Sara sat in the passenger seat beside him. From where I was sitting, I could see that their eyes were distant, no doubt communicating with the other pack members, which is why they didn't say anything. I was still amazed at how precise Marcus was driving, even if he was distracted with a completely different conversation in his mind. If that were me, I would've crashed the second I drove out of the parking lot. Hey, I have my license, but that doesn't mean I'm a good driver. You can blame my dad for that.

I slouched down deeper into the seat, letting out a soft sigh as I stared out at the trees that were now a blur due to Marcus's speed. Did all werewolves like driving this fast?

Before I knew it, we were turning left and into my parkway where my dad's car was unsurprisingly waiting. Sara had told me that Alpha Westley had informed everyone, including my dad, to go home. She told me that his excuse for him was that there were wolves lurking about and attempting to attack some townsfolk's, which wasn't a complete lie really. The rogues were indeed attacking as we speak, which made me completely worried whenever I thought of Blake being in the middle of that fight, but Sara had assured me that everything will be under control. I hope. But anyway, by the looks of it, my dad had left work without an argument.

As we exited the car, the front door opened and we were greeted by a confused looking dad of mine. He stared at Marcus and Sara, going back and forth to both of them before his wandering eyes settled on me. His eyebrow raised slowly, a silent question passing between us, and I couldn't help but blush. How embarrassing. I mean, I know I'm not much of a social person….scratch that, I'm not a social person at all, but can my dad make it any more obvious? Friends wasn't really a word in my vocabulary, acquaintances maybe, but definitely not friends.

Marcus and Sara stepped onto the porch, Sara smiling brightly at the confused man before her.

"Hi! My name's Sara. And this is Marcus," she said, motioning to her left where Marcus stood with a small smile on his lips.

"And we're Fiona's friends."

I shut the door behind me as they all entered the living room, making themselves comfortable on the couches. Sara sat beside Marcus, who was slumped down on the couch with a frown on his face. I actually wondered what he was still doing here. I remembered Blake telling me that he was practically his third in command, so I had automatically assumed that as soon as he would drop us off at my house, he would go out to the Northern border and help the others. But instead, he was sitting here looking like a sick puppy in my living room. How strange.

"Wow! You have a lovely home, Fiona! Now I know where to crash whenever I want to get away from Anthonio for a while," she said, smiling in my direction. I couldn't help but smile in return, she always seemed to lighten a person's mood regardless of the situation.

"Like if you can get away from him," Marcus muttered under his breath. My dad apparently didn't hear him.

"Who's Anthonio?" My dad asked, curiosity laced in his words.

Sara's smile broadened across her face, if that was even possible. I actually wondered if her cheeks ever hurt from smiling so much. There was never a moment where I didn't see a bright grin on her elegant features.

"Oh! That's my ma…..boyfriend. We've been dating since our sophomore year."

"Oh, that's nice," my dad said, smiling thoughtfully.

"I thought it was that kid who apparently has been driving Fiona to school everyday."

My cheeks flushed a bright red. How in the world did he even find out? He was never here whenever he picked me up nor when he dropped me off. Like I have said before, my dad always left for work early so I never got to see him in the mornings. So now you see why the heck I'm freaking out right about now.

My dad turned to me with narrowed eyes, his brows furrowing.

"Yes, I know about that," he replied as if reading my thoughts.

Suddenly, Marcus sat up straight, a glimmer in his eyes as he gave me a wicked smile. He turned his body to face my dad before saying,

"Oh, you mean Blake! Yeah, he's been driving Fiona every day to and from school."

My dad leaned back in the couch, his eyes trained on me as he intertwined his fingers on his lap.

"Oh, I didn't know about him bringing you home from school as well." His tone had the whole,

'you're in big trouble missy' to it. Yup, I'm dead. Especially with mister blabber mouth over here.

"Yeah, Blake is a really nice guy. I've known him practically my whole life! Since we were pups." He paused, catching his mistake but shaking it off after he felt the harsh glare that Sara was shooting his way.

"Anyway, he's had his eyes on Fiona since day one. Just didn't have the balls to do it until now."

If looks could kill, the only thing that would be left would be Marcus's lifeless form sprawled across my couch. My cheeks were now a burning scarlet, not because I was embarrassed, but I wanted to choke this kid to death! Did he not know when to shut his big mouth up? By the look he kept sending my way, he obviously didn't. Wait until I get my hands on him later.

"Oh really?" My dad said, leaning on the arm rest with a curious look in his eye. Oh no.

Thankfully for me, Sara stood up right then and stepped beside me.

"You know what? You guys continue to chat while Fiona and I head upstairs."

Without allowing for the men to respond, she pulled on my hand and practically dragged me up the steps to the second floor. As if knowing where my room was, possibly because of my scent, or maybe because there was only two doors on this floor, she opened the door across the stairs and slammed it shut. If it wasn't for her hold, I would've probably planted my face on the floor due to the speed she was going.

"Thank you," I whispered, breathing heavily.

She smiled.

"You're very welcome. I should've stopped him earlier if I would've paid enough attention to his train of thought. Marcus has a big mouth sometimes."

I stopped midway towards my bed, smirking at her words.

"Sometimes?"

She laughed, placing her bag, which I had not seen her grab on our way upstairs, onto my computer chair before sitting on the opposite end of the bed from where I was sitting against my soft pillows. "Yeah. I hope his mate can handle him in the future."

I chuckled, picturing how many fights he would get himself into due to that big mouth of his.

"Now that would be entertaining to watch."

She nodded in agreement before she began to observe my room. A small smile played on her lips before her eyes settled on me, a slender eyebrow lifting upward slowly.

"Nice room. Is this where all the magic happens?"

"What?" I questioned cautiously.

I tilted my head in question. What the heck was she talking about? I continued to stare at her until my mind suddenly caught onto her words. My mouth gaped open and I could feel my cheeks blush brightly more than they have ever done before.

"What? No! We've never….I mean….he just…." And that's when a thought occurred to me.

"Wait, how do you know?"

She erupted into a fit of giggles, leaning against the bed frame.

"Relax, Fiona! I was only kidding!" She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down but her bright smile remained plastered on her lips

"Anyway, Blake tells Anthonio everything. And me being Anthonio's mate, he goes ahead and tells me." And I thought only girls talked a lot about what happens with your crush and yourself.

I could feel the blush lighten considerably, but it was still evident by the look on her face.

"Oh." That was all I could respond.

"And besides," she said, tilting her head as she gazed at me,

"You clearly don't have a mark, so I know that you guys haven't done anything." She paused, her smile broadening.

"Have you guys kissed yet?"

I shook my head, only to have my cheeks flush a scarlet red when I thought about what had happened today. To say that I was scared was an understatement. I was petrified! Seeing Blake lose control like that scared the hell out of me, and yet, I completely understood his wolf's intentions. After all of that, I felt this urge to simply kiss my mate and never break free for not even a breath. Where were those thoughts coming from? I had no idea, but I still liked the thought nonetheless.

She smiled genuinely at me.

"That's really nice of him to do."

"Be patient with you. I know how difficult it is to fight your wolf. It is in their nature to mark their mate the second they see them, which is why Anthonio marked me immediately." She tilted her head and exposed her neck to me. From where I sat, it was visible to see that she had a bite mark on the left side of her neck as she pulled down her shirt for me to get a better view.

"So it's really sweet that he's trying the best he can to be patient with you."

"Do what?"

I smiled, grabbing a small pillow and pulling it towards my chest. A comfortable silence filled the air between us as we simply sat there staring off into space, lost in our own thoughts. It wasn't until I heard the sound of her voice that I was brought back to reality.

"So how do you feel?"

"About what?"

"About you becoming the first human Luna in werewolf history?"

Her words caught me by surprise and I was left simply staring at her without a single reply. How did I feel about that? I had to admit, it scared the crap out of me, but in a way, it was exhilarating. The frightening part was that the Black Forest Pack so happened to be the largest one in the world, so being the Luna of this particular large pack worried me.

"I don't know," I whispered into the air between us. It was the honest truth.

She smiled, leaning forward and grabbing my hand in the process.

"I know how you feel."

I couldn't help but smirk.

"You do? Because last time I checked, I'm the one becoming Luna, not you."

She rolled her eyes, her smile still laced on her plump lips.

"No, but I am the mate of the next Beta. That makes us both important for this pack, especially you." She paused, taking a deep breath as she stared out the window.

"It's scary knowing that so many people are going to rely on you. I mean, it's a great thing, an honor really, but nobody really knows how much stress you have on your shoulders until it happens to you."

I nodded in understanding.

"At least you're a werewolf."

She laughed softly, shaking her head at me.

"Yes, but I'm not the future Luna."

She sighed, moving herself towards the center of the bed and crossing her legs beneath her.

"Fiona, you don't have to be a werewolf in order to be the Luna of a pack. The goddess chose you for a reason."

I smirked.

"And what reason is that?"

"Because she saw something in you that you still, clearly, don't see in yourself. Fiona….wait, has Blake told you how the whole mate thing works?"

I shrugged.

"Yeah, sort of."

"I'll take that as a no. Ok, when a werewolf is born, the goddess