Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 28

Fiona's POV

It was extremely difficult to fall asleep with that huge wound embedded on my chest, but I had actually managed after a long hour or so. I was sound asleep until the sound of my window snapping shut awakened me. I sat up slowly, wincing at the small surge of pain that shot through my right side of my body as I waited for my eyes to adjust to the large figure standing before me. I blinked several times until I saw the face of an angel staring down at me with perturbed eyes. I smiled up at him, patting the bed beside me as I cautiously moved to my left so he could have more room

I stopped short, noticing the worried lines on his forehead as he stared down at me, his body tensed.

"What's wrong? Is everything alright?" He nodded, slowly sitting down on the bed facing me.

"Is everyone okay? Did anyone else get hurt?

His eyes tightened, turning a darker shade as he stared down at the bed.

"Not everyone," he muttered, his hands clenching and unclenching on his lap. He was only wearing a pair of shorts, which is how he always entered my room, but even his delicious looking abs weren't a distraction to me this time

I sighed, absentmindedly passing my fingers over the shirt that was still tightly clasped around my chest. Instead of wearing the usual tank-top and shorts I wore to bed every night, I was instead wearing the same large shirt Sara had gotten me so my dad wouldn't notice. He would be freaking out if he were to see that. More importantly, he would assume is was one of the wolves that had attacked me without him knowing and he would immediately want us out of here. It was the truth, yes, but not entirely

"I'm fine," I whispered, never once meeting his heated gaze on me.

"Marcus and Sara took good care of me today. They said I would be fine in the next few days.

A low growl escaped his throat, causing me to jump, only to wince after the pain erupted inside me once more. I really had to be careful with my movements.

"You're not," he said flatly, his eyes now obscured

I looked up at him, reaching out my left hand and placing it genuinely above his clenched ones.

"It's nothing Blake. I'll heal in no time." I tried my best to reassure him, but it did nothing of the sort

He tore his hands from underneath mine and within a second, he was standing near the window, running his hands through his hair as he continued to growl lowly under his breath. His chest heaved up and down rapidly as he desperately tried to calm down his wolf, who seemed to be closer to the surface than ever before

"I should've been more careful," he muttered, his muscles flexing. Even though I didn't like seeing him his way, I couldn't help but drool at the sight of it. Snap out of it Fiona

"You didn't do anything wrong Blake. It's no one's-

"Yes it is, Fiona! It's my fault!" He growled, turning back to me.

"I should've been more careful and seen that damn rogue heading my way, but I was too distracted by Anthonio who had about three wolves jumping on him. I should've seen it coming. I know what happens when a werewolf is hurt and they've already found their mate. I should've been more careful. And since I wasn't, I'm fully healed and you're…" his voice trailed off as I noticed his eyes glisten under the small amount of light that entered the room.

The sight nearly killed me. Without even thinking, I jumped off the bed and ran to his side, burying my face in his chest and wrapping my arms around his waist, completely ignoring how my body was screaming out in pain by the gesture. I didn't care. Right now, my mate needed more attention than that stupid wound I still had. It was agonizing, but I had actually become accustomed to it over the few hours that had gone by. I know, it's weird. Even I'm startled by it. But the less pain I felt, the better I can attend to my mate

He slowly wrapped his arms around me, careful not to pull me up against him too roughly. His body was still stiff, probably worried at the fact that I wasn't crying out in pain or anything from the position I was in. He leaned his head against my own, taking deep breaths and I could immediately feel his body relax against my hold. He pulled back slightly, prudent as he untangled his arms from around my waist. His eyes still contained un-shed tears, but he managed to smile down at me

"You're one strong little girl, you know that?"

I smiled, giggling slightly only to regret the action. I kept on forgetting that I couldn't do any sudden movements, like laughing or coughing, because that wouldn't be a nice outcome on my part. Seeing me wince at the pain, he grabbed my left arm and led me to the bed. He sat me down, leaning in front of me in a crouched position as he ran his fingertips against my cheeks. The gesture left my skin burning under his touch, craving for him to just hold me forever and never let me go. But that wouldn't go so well with the physical shape I was currently in

He looked down at my chest before he lifted up my shirt in one swift movement. To say that I was embarrassed to have nothing but a bra on in front of him was even worse than when I was in front of Marcus today. I mean, Marcus wasn't my mate and he didn't really care too much of my appearance (even if he played around a lot), but I never felt self-conscious around him like I did whenever I was around Blake. So you would know why my cheeks were now flushing a bright hue of red in the middle of the night and why I was turning away, avoiding his gaze at all costs

I felt his hand cup my cheek, turning my head so I could face him. A small smile played at his lips as he whispered,

"You don't have to hide from me, sweetheart.

Even with those words, my cheeks still remained a bright scarlet and there was no way for me to turn them down into their original color. This guy is going to burn them into a crisp one day by just being around me

When he looked down at my chest, which was still wrapped up in the old shirt I had, I noticed his eyes turn black once more. I covered myself, giving him an apologetic look.

"You don't need to see, Blake. I don't want you fighting your wolf.

He shook his head, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath.

"I can handle it."

With that being said, he pulled down my bra strap, exposing my right shoulder completely as he unwrapped the shirt. I hadn't really noticed how well Marcus had tied it around me until I found Blake struggling to untangle it. But he did it in no time and the shirt was now lying calmly beside me with a few blood stains on it. I heard him catch his breath as he stared at it. I looked down at him, my heart clenching at his expression as the un-shed tears now streamed down his face. He raised his hand, gently brushing his fingertips above the wound which only made me gasp out in pain. I struggled to not reveal any emotion on my face, but by the way his frown deepened and the tears streaming down his cheeks quickened in pace, I knew that I was failing miserably.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking.

I shook my head

"It's not your fault. You didn't see it coming.

"But I was the one who got attacked. I'm already healed and here you are in excruciating pain when you did nothing wrong.

Fiona's POV

"I'll take that as a no. Ok, when a werewolf is born, the goddess immediately pairs them up with another and that's how they become mates. If she does not see anyone worthy of being their mate at the time of their birth, she waits patiently for another werewolf to be born. Fiona, she only pays attention to werewolves. Us werewolves are her children. She knows of you humans but pays them no mind. When you were born, there must have been something inside of you that caught her attention and made you a werewolf's mate. You may not see it in yourself, but she obviously did. You were worthy of being, not only a werewolf's mate, but a future Alpha's mate."

I sighed.

"I don't know why she did."

She rolled her eyes, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips.

"Fiona, a Luna is supposed to be a leader of the pack. When the Alpha and Beta leave off to do an important mission or attend a meeting, the one who looks after the pack is the Luna herself. Her role in the pack is to bring hope into the hearts of her people and care for them. She must lend a helping hand wherever needed, even if it was not asked. And in all honesty, I see this in you."

"Sara, all I've ever known how to do was to help people, which fits the role fine but….I don't know how to be a leader. I don't know how to run a pack. Especially the largest one in the entire world!" I keep repeating that just because it still shocks me.

"Well, let it come to you."

Suddenly, a piercing pain erupted from the right side of my chest, making me wince and clutch it with my hand. I took in deep, heavy breaths, fighting the cry that was fighting its way through my throat. It was like something clawed its way into my chest and ripped a large chunk of flesh. I pulled at my shirt, looking down before a gasp left my lips. On my right side of my chest were now bright red claw marks running down the length of my skin. A streak of blood traveled its way towards my stomach. What the heck was happening?

In front of me, Sara noticed my reaction and lifted up my shirt in one swift movement. She let out a terrified gasp before standing up from the bed and guiding me towards the bathroom. The second I entered, I heard the door of my bedroom open.

"Is she okay?" Marcus's concerned voice echoed across the room as he made his way towards the bathroom.

Sara simply nodded as she removed my plaid shirt as well as my tank-top. She grabbed a bit of toilet paper and opened the faucet, allowing the water to run through before placing the damp piece on my chest, my body wincing at its cold touch. It was a relieving sensation, but it still stung my bare skin.

Marcus stared at the freshly made wound, which only seemed to grow larger by the second. Crouching down, he rummaged through the cabinets beneath the sink before pulling out a bottle of rubbing alcohol. You've got to be kidding me.

With a few cotton balls he found, he poured a small amount of liquid onto them before dabbing the substance onto my skin. A hiss escaped my lips and I was sure I would be slapping him any time now by the way he was adding more pressure with every dab. I had never been a fan of this treatment, so having him do it now was just making me uncomfortable and be in more pain.

"What….what's happening?" I asked through pants, trying hard to conceal any pain in my tone.

Marcus's eyes were solely focused on my wound, but they still seemed distant somehow. A few second's passed before he whispered,

"Blake's just got hurt."

All the pain suddenly vanished at his words.

"Is he okay? What happened?" I asked frantically, eyeing both Sara and Marcus in front of me.

Sara placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder as she stared deeply into my eyes.

"Don't worry Fiona, he's fine. It's you that we need to worry about now."

"But why did this happen?"

"You and Blake are mates, Fiona. When a mate is hurt, the other automatically feels the pain and the same exact wound appears on their skin where the other has gotten injured," she explained with apprehensive eyes as she stared down at my horrid wound.

My eyes followed her gaze and I couldn't help but gasp at the sight. The wound was significantly larger than before and you could actually see my bare flesh underneath from the claw marks that were embedded onto my skin. Blood oozed out furiously at this point, the only thing stopping it from coming out any faster was the alcohol that Marcus was continuously dabbing onto the wound. I was surprised I didn't feel the minor sting it caused anymore.

"Don't move. This looks pretty bad," he said quietly, his eyes still concentrated on my now exposed skin. I hadn't even realized the situation that I was in until now. I was literally standing in front of Marcus with nothing but a bra on my upper body. I still had my jeans though, but it was still quite humiliating. As if reading my thoughts, a small smile played at his lips.

"It's okay, Fiona. You don't have to hide yourself from me. Think of me as the brother you never had. And don't worry, Blake knows what happened and he trusts me to do this. If he didn't, he would've been clawing my throat out by now." He chuckled at that.

I smiled down at him, grateful that I had them both here. If I would've been on my own at this very moment, I would probably be freaking out on my bed, not knowing what to do. But right now, I stood strong, trying hard not to wince at the pain that still surged through my body.

After a while, Marcus pulled away and examined the wound, a frown lacing his features.

"Okay, it's been cleansed well enough. Now we just have to cover it up." He turned to Sara whose smile had vanished long ago.

"Get a shirt from her closet so we could wrap it around her."

With a simple nod, she dashed out of the bathroom, leaving us alone. I looked up at him, a small smile spreading across my lips.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it," he said with a genuine smile, which caught me by surprise because I never saw him that way.

"I just wish you were a werewolf. This injury would've been gone by now."

Blake had informed me in a previous night that werewolves had the ability to heal a lot faster than humans. And by a lot I mean that the second they get scratched, the scratch mark would ultimately disappear within seconds. It did depend on the size of the wound, though. One like mine might last a few hours. Unfortunately for me, it wouldn't be fully healed for a couple days, maybe even a week.

Sara came just then with a black t-shirt of mine that I barely wore. She handed it to Marcus who urged me to slide off the bra strap. Wincing at the small amount of pain the movement caused, I pulled it down as much as I could before he lifted up my arm, cautious not to cause anymore pain than I already was in. With an agile hand, he wrapped it securely above the wound, making sure that it wasn't too tight so it wouldn't be a bother for me later.

"Okay, that should do it. Just be careful until it fully heals Fiona. If anything, have Blake help you wrap this around you every morning." He paused, tilting his head slightly as his usual sly smile spread across his lips.

"Gotta go. Your dad's waiting for me. He thinks I'm in the bathroom right now. I must resume to informing him about your mate." With a wiggle of his eyebrows and a mock salute, he was gone in a flash. Damn werewolves were fast.

"Okay sweetie, let's put on a t-shirt that will cover this up so your dad wouldn't have to see."

Helping me out of the bathroom, she lead me towards the bed where she sat me down carefully before rushing to my closet. She pulled out one of my largest shirts that I owned and carefully placed it over my head, continuously asking if I was okay. In all honesty, the pain was excruciating, but I fought the cries that threatened to escape my lips.

Satisfied with the outcome, she sat on the window seat, analyzing my form before a smile spread across her lips. "You'll be an excellent Luna."

"Why do you say that?" Another surge of pain jolted through my body, a yelp of agony nearly escaping my parted lips had it not been for my gritted teeth.

"I know you're fighting through the pain, and yet you're not showing it. You're going to be the perfect Luna for this pack."

I smiled weakly, staring down at the floor as I took in her words. I may not be a werewolf and be the first ever human to not only be a werewolf's mate, but to be a future Luna. I had absolutely no idea how to do the duties, but I guess I'll just do what Sara told me. I'll just let it come to me.