Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 30

Fiona's POV

My eyes snapped wide open, my body turning slightly to look at the bright red numbers staring back at me. I blinked several times, allowing my eyes to focus until the numbers became clearer. It was already 6 A.M., time for me to wake up. Yay me. Oh well, at least today is Friday and I'll be going to that party tonight with Blake

My body suddenly froze as last night's conversation entered my mind. I didn't mind meeting his parents. I was kind of excited about that; but the whole 'meeting the entire pack' thing made me weak in the knees. How in the world am I supposed to handle all of those people? Blake always kept on reminding me that his pack was the largest, so that meant more people I had to encounter on a daily basis. And put me as their future Luna, this would simply be paradise! Note the sarcasm here people.

I let out a soft sigh and turned over, a frown lacing my lips as I was greeted with an empty bed in front of me. No wonder I had felt cold recently. Blake was nowhere to be found, but I couldn't blame him. He probably had some pack duties to do with his dad and he still was a high school student. I wouldn't want him missing out just because of me. And that's when I saw it

My head tilted to the side as I stared down at the piece of paper that had my name scribbled on top of it. I reached down for it slowly, a smile spreading across my lips as I instantly recognized his handwriting. How do I know, might you ask? Well, I may have peeked at his papers one day in homeroom when he started sitting next to me. I know, talk about weird. But I was simply curious! Most guys have horrible handwriting, no offense to any men out there, but I was extremely shocked to realize that his was actually….decent. I mean, you can actually read it! I know, I'm being a little bit too harsh on men everywhere, but girls just have better handwriting than guys. Well, most of them really.

I unfolded the small piece in my hands, my smile broadening as I read the note

'Good morning, beautiful. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up. My father needed me for some important pack duties concerning the rogues. But I will see you today at school. I can't wait

Blake.

I felt my heart flutter at his words as his voice read them quietly in my mind. The mere sound made by my subconscious mind had me melting inside, making me slump down onto the bed and press the note against my chest as I secretly wished I could've indeed woken up to his angelic face. I know, I'm being such a girl

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me that made me sprint out of my bed and dash to the bathroom. I closed the door shut, switching on the light since the sun had still barely risen over the horizon and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was still wearing yesterday's clothing that Marcus and Sara picked out for me, so I removed the overly big sized shirt above my head and carefully untangled the shirt that was still pressed tightly, yet gently, against my skin. As I slowly removed it, a gasp escaped my lips as my eyes widened in disbelief. Wait, how could this be? It couldn't possibly heal that fast. Could it?

I tilted my head and leaned forward so I could get a better look at the wound imprinted on my skin. The only problem was, that it was no longer a wound. The freshly dried up blood was nowhere to be seen and one couldn't see how deep the cut truly was. What lied on my skin was now nothing but large scars resembling claws cutting into my flesh. They were faded and barely noticeable, despite of my pale skin. I reached out my hand and grazed the skin slightly, surprised to find a warm sensation stream through my fingers in an electric jolt. I jumped in surprise, my eyes still trained on the scars as my thoughts were completely jumbled inside of my head. How could this have happened? I am absolutely positive that there was a freshly made wound on my chest yesterday. Did I hibernate or something?1I shook my head, trying hard to come up with the answer to my questions until I remembered what happened last night. The way Blake leaned forward and kissed it, making the pain completely vanish as if I never had an injury to begin with. The way he simply made me feel with that simple action. My body suddenly shivered in pleasure, begging for his touch once again. Get a grip Fiona. He's not even here

With a soft sigh, I turned around and began to get ready for school. There was no way I could avoid that. Even if I wanted to.

I entered the school grounds, my old, beat up converse making a soft squeaky noise that was barely audible to me but probably was to the werewolves that lurked around me. They all sent me genuine smiles and respectful nods as I made my way past them. I had actually grown used to it fairly quickly, which was really a surprise in my part. I actually felt at ease whenever they did, something inside of my twisted mind telling me that they had finally accepted me into their pack without a question. That, or Blake just told them to treat me the way a Luna should be treated or else they would be punished (whatever punishment that would be). Either way, the gestures made me smile inwardly.

I made my way to my locker, punching in the combination before I felt a dark presence hover behind me. I turned around slowly, my eyes meeting familiar light brown ones. I have been seeing those eyes a lot lately, and I didn't mind because I had grown attached to them. Not the way I have been becoming attached to Blake though. It was more like a brotherly kind of love. But instead of them being on the one person who has become like a family member to me, they were currently embedded in the skull of someone who had deeply despised me since the moment I stepped into this school. And if there was any possible way for the hate to grow more with each passing day since the moment I had come to realize that I was Blake's mate, it were clearly evident in them now

"Hello, Cicilia," I said sweetly, turning around and resuming to gather the books I needed for the day, which actually turned out to be most of them. That's what happens when all of your classes are AP. But little old me, being the nerd that I am, could handle it though

She smirked, her slender arms crossing above her chest as she stared down at me. Cicilia was a lot taller than I was, practically the same height as Anthonio. Then again, they are twins. Unfortunately for him and the rest of the school, Cicilia just had to be his sibling

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the human."

I rolled my eyes. Yup, she clearly still hated me.

"If I remember correctly, I'm not the only human in the school. So if you would excuse me." I slammed the locker a little too forcefully than I should have and spun around on my heel, only to have her step in front of me and block my path completely. Every single time I would attempt to step around her, she would immediately block my retreat. Curse her and her werewolf reflexes.

"What do you want, Cicilia?" I asked in a frustrated tone

I nodded, letting out an impatient sigh. "Yes, I am.

"Oh, nothing," she said sweetly. A little too sweetly if you asked me.

"I was just wondering if you were attending the party tonight."

"Well that's a shocker," she muttered, looking down at her way too tall high heeled shoes. How can somebody wear that to a school

"What?" I asked, tightening my grasp on my backpack that was currently hung over my shoulder

"Nothing, I'm just surprised that you even got invited.

"Why wouldn't I? Last time I heard, this party was for me to get introduced to the pack as your future Luna, not you." I don't know what came over me, but that somehow did it for her.

Her eyes darkened to a pitch black color and a menacing growl escaped her plump lips. She pulled back her upper lip, revealing her canines as she snarled down at me. I couldn't help but gasp at her presence. She no longer looked like the beautiful, as well as horrible, girl I have grown to know. She now looked like the predator that lies deep inside of her. I looked down at her hands, realizing that her nails had grown to reveal sharp claws that would, no doubt, cut me open with just one swipe. In all honesty, I didn't need anymore wounds from a werewolf any time soon, thank you very much

"How dare you speak to me in that manner? You might be the next rightful Luna, but you will never be one of us. You're a pathetic human who just got lucky by the goddess. I don't know what she saw in you. You're a piece of sh*t who is good for nothing. You actually think you have the capability of running a pack? Ha!" She paused, taking a step towards me and making me slam my back hard against the lockers.

"I should've been the next Luna of this Blake, not you. I should be the one with Blake, not you. I should be getting all the attention, not you. I'm one of the most powerful wolves in this pack and you will never compare to me. So get it through that thick skull of yours and learn your place in this pack. You're only Luna because you so happen to be the next Alpha's mate. You have nothing in you to be the rightful Luna of the most powerful pack in the world. You're just a waste of space, just like your pathetic father."

I could feel the un-shed tears threatening to stream down my cheeks at her words. But instead, I stepped forward, straightening my back and boring holes into her soul. My blood was boiling at this point. Her words may have hurt me deeply and I would probably never forget them, but something inside me wanted her to be put in her rightful place

I could notice her eyes lighten a shade, as well as her canines and claws disappear. She took a step back, her eyes widening as I took another threatening step in her direction. I could feel all eyes on me now, even familiar ones that were most likely glaring down Cicilia at this very moment. I knew very well that they had heard every word that escaped that big mouth of hers (which was probably even bigger than Blake', really). My hands clenched at my sides as I took in deep breaths, trying to calm the urge to punch her in the face right now. It would be amazing to feel my knuckles crash against those perfect cheeks of hers, but I am not the type to start a fight. If one was to occur like this one, I would fire back in my own way. Many times I have had the nerve to almost hit my opponent, but something inside always told me not to.

"Listen here, Cicilia. You may be a werewolf just like everyone else in this school, but I'm the future Luna of this pack. Blake is my mate, not yours. So I suggest you learn your place in my pack. And you better be glad I'm not a werewolf because with those disrespectful words, your body will be lying six feet underground in your pathetic grave where you belong. So talk to me, your Luna, like that one more time, and I would not hesitate to put you back in your place."

The hallway was dead silent, the only sound heard was the howling wind that was coursing through the outside walls. The sound reminded me of a howling wolf. No pun intended. Her eyes were still opened wide and her mouth hung open as well. It was an amusing sight to see and I was glad that I was the one who caused that reaction from her Giving her one last glance, I turned around and made my way to homeroom. Everyone who stood in my way immediately stepped aside, leaving an open path for me to travel without bumping into anyone. A smile played on my lips but I fought against it. Even if I felt extremely awesome and powerful right now, I had other things to worry about aside from Cicilia who is apparently my enemy. Well, was. It didn't seem like she was going to be threatening me in that way any time soon. She probably won't do it ever again. I hope my intuition was right this time.

As I made my way to class, I heard my name being called and small murmurs, probably about me, come from behind me. I stopped and turned around, relieved to find that the light brown eyes that I was seeing weren't hers.

"Hey, Fiona. You okay?" He asked, clear worry seen in his eyes

I smiled reassuringly his way, leaning my books in one arm as I placed my backpack, that had decided to slide off my shoulder while I was walking, back on.

"Yeah, never felt better."

He chuckled slightly, looking over his shoulder.

"That was….amazing, Fiona."