Werewolf
Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 36
Fiona's POV
"Maxwell?"
A small smirk played at his lips as he bowed, his eyes darkening as they met my own once again.
"Luna."
I crossed my arms, feeling rather uncomfortable in front of him.
"I'm not Luna yet."
"Oh, but you will be in a few years time."
I shrugged my shoulders, avoiding his heavy gaze that never once tore away from my shaking form. He must have noticed because a low, ominous chuckle escaped his lips as he stepped towards a nearby tree and leaned against it, shoving both hands into his pockets
"Why are you so afraid?"
"I'm not afraid."
"Your body says otherwise."
I rolled my eyes, straightening my stance and trying my best not to show that I was indeed terrified of him. Ever since that day, I never liked Maxwell. He gave off this aura that made me instantly fear him the second our eyes had locked in the woods. I didn't trust him one bit
"What do you want, Maxwell?" His name rolling off my tongue felt strange, like poison escaping my lips as I spoke
He let out a low growl and took a step forward in my direction, his eyes pitch black as he began to circle around me. I tried my best to show that I was nonchalant to his actions, but I knew my eyes showed all the emotions that were currently coursing through my veins
"I just wanted to know how the future Luna was doing while she met her future pack.
"Why would you care? You're never around." It was the truth. The only time I had seen him was that very day. Other than that, I had never seen him again. Until now.
"You are family now. You're like my sister-in-law, like you humans call it. I must care for my family." He reached out and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, making me wince the second his finger made contact with my skin. He growled lowly, taking another step towards me. He was extremely close and my body was screaming to get away from him, but I couldn't move. My body was frozen under his heavy gaze as he stared down at me, his eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't decipher.
"I see what they are all talking about."
"Who?"
"The pack of course."
"What have they said about me?" I had to admit, I was a little bit anxious by his response
"That you're extremely beautiful. Even for a human being."
My eyes widened in shock at his words. Did they really say that about me? I highly doubt it.
"You're lying."
"Maybe. But you are beautiful." He closed the small distance that stood between us and leaned forward, pressing his nose against my neck and inhaling deeply. My body froze completely, my heart beating heavily in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to push him away right now, but I couldn't find the strength to do so. "And your scent is intoxicating."
Suddenly, my body acted on its own and pushed him far away from me. I took several steps back, only to have my back hit a tree that I had not noticed was behind me. I cursed myself for not being aware of my surroundings, but my main focus was on Maxwell who seemed outraged at my reaction.
"Stay away from me," I said slowly, my voice filled with venom as I spoke each word
"You think you're better than all of us, don't you?"
That caught me off guard.
"I don't think-"
"Just because you're the next Alpha's mate, you think you can push everyone around. You don't deserve to be the next Luna. The next rightful Luna is dead because of your kind!" His voice thundered through the trees, making me jump and quiver in fear.
"Because of you humans, my mate is dead and my title was stripped away and handed to my little brother. He doesn't deserve to be Alpha. Both of you don't deserve to be the rightful leaders of this pack." He paused, a sly smile spreading across his lips as he took a step towards me. His eyes were like a predator stalking its prey. And that is exactly what I felt like at this very moment. I was trapped against this tree and I knew if I were to try and run away, he would easily catch me and do who knows what. So I stayed put, waiting for anything to happen. Hopefully nothing would.
"But I will get my revenge. And I know exactly how."
"What do you plan on doing?" I knew it was an idiotic question because he most likely wouldn't even answer. But I was proven wrong
In an instant, he was standing in front of me, pinning me against the tree with his body pressed against my own. I had nowhere to turn and even if I tried to fight him off, it would be of no use. I looked down at the floor, trying hard to even out my breathing as I avoided his gaze at all costs. Seeing that my neck was now exposed, he leaned down and began to kiss the delicate skin. It wasn't the same sensation I felt when Maxwell did it. As his lips lingered across my skin, I felt nothing but disgust as well as fear pressed beneath him. I tried not to cry out or shed a tear that was threatening to make its way down my cheek. I knew I had to be strong and pray that nothing will happen with him being in front of me this way.
"I see he has not marked you," he said coolly, a smile spreading across his lips as he pulled back and stared down at me.
"Which means you're nobody's property. Not even my brother's, who is your mate."
"He will mark me."
He chuckled, shaking his head.
"Like if you would let him. You're scared. You're scared of this life." He paused, leaning down so my eyes met his own. "You're scared of me."
He pulled away and took several steps back before his eyes lingered across my body. It was now shaking with fear under his gaze and I wanted nothing more than to cover myself up in front of him. I felt too exposed and I hated the way his eyes were now filled with lust and his canines were exposed as he slowly smiled at me. A low growl escaped his throat as he whispered into the night air between us, "You will be mine, Fiona Christopher. I promise you that."
Before my eyes, he vanished into thin air. I searched the trees, making sure he was gone. There was absolutely no movement and the forest was dead silent to my ears, but something didn't seem right. It was as if someone was watching me from a close distance. I instantaneously knew it was him so I made my way through the trees as fast as I could, but I wasn't fast enough
The next thing I knew, there were two strong arms holding me back and pressing my body against a hard chest. My body stiffened at the contact and I fought the whimper that threatened to escape my throat. I hated the sensation of another man who wasn't my mate holding me like this. I wanted to tear away from his grasp and run back into my mate's arms. I should've never left the house in the first place. I should've just stayed inside where I knew it was safe. But no. Stubborn old me just had to go out and wander about in the woods without thinking that I now lived in a territory filled with werewolves. And most importantly, rogues. Even though I knew Maxwell was part of this pack, I couldn't help but feel like I was in danger around him.
"Where are you going my love?" He whispered against my ear, making my skin shudder beneath him.
"Like I've said before, you'll be mine. And I won't stop until I get what I want. I just hope your little Blake can protect you, because things are about to get interesting."
Suddenly, I was standing alone, shaking uncontrollably under the moonlight. I didn't bother to look around to see if he would come out of nowhere once again. Instead, I dashed towards the house, ignoring the leaves that crunched beneath my feet and the low chuckle that echoed through the trees behind me. Once I had exited the forest, I made my way towards the patio chairs and allowed my body to rest in one of them. I was breathing fast, not because of the run, but because I was scared beyond my mind. I wanted to go home. I needed to go home. I couldn't stay here in any longer
As if on cue, the back door opened and out came Blake with a look of relief on his face. But that relief instantly turned into worry as he took in my appearance. He was kneeling down beside me in seconds, his hands grazing my cheeks as he tried his best to make me look down at him; but I didn't dare to. I couldn't look into his eyes now. I did need the comfort of my mate at this very moment, but I just needed some time alone. Maxwell's words still echoed in my mind, making me shiver as I tried to rid the hungry look in his eyes from my memory
"Fiona, what's wrong? Fiona, look at me. What happened?"His words were laced with worriment, but I didn't answer him. I couldn't. I was petrified that he might realize what was wrong, and I didn't want that. Maxwell was his brother, despite the fact that he had practically threatened my life without really saying it.
After taking in a deep breath, I responded.
"Take me home."
"What? But we just got here. The pack-
"I want to go home, Blake. Just take me home.
I could feel his dark eyes on me, but I never once looked at them. I knew that if I did, I might end up crying in front of him and having to explain my sudden outburst. I didn't want that to happen now. I was sure that the entire pack was listening in to our conversation, but I didn't care. I couldn't be around them right now. All I needed was the security of my room and my body covered in my thick bed sheets where I knew I would feel safe once again.
Without uttering another word, he stood up slowly, grabbing my hand and bringing me along with him. I looked down at the floor as we made our way across the patio and onto the grass around the house. I was relieved to find that he wasn't leading me inside the house once more to face the pack. Instead, he led me around the house to a door which seemed to lead to the garage. And I was right. He opened the door for me, holding it open as I slowly made my way inside and towards his mustang. I didn't bother letting him open the door for me. The second I heard the click of the door unlocking, I made my way inside and closed the door shut behind me. He followed suit with me and turned the ignition on, opening the garage door with a remote that I had not noticed earlier before storing it away in a compartment between our seats.
As we made our way back to my house, I could feel his eyes turn to me every few seconds. I knew he wanted to tell me something, but he held his tongue. I could sense his agitation and worry roll off of him in waves, and I couldn't help but feel bad that I was the cause of these emotions. But at this moment, I just wanted to go home and clear my mind. This night was overwhelming and too much to take in all at once. I just needed some time away from it, even from him. It pained me to think of this, but I knew I couldn't deal with him right now.
A few minutes later, we were parked behind my dad's truck and I could see the light of the TV in the living room on behind the curtains. Even though they were visible, even for me, I knew that he was probably fast asleep on his favorite couch snoring like a motorboat
Blake shut off the engine and turned to me, his hand reaching under my chin and turning my head so I could look into his eyes. The second our eyes connected, I could feel the tears threatening to escape. For some reason, tonight had made me emotional and seeing him, the clear worry evident in his dark eyes, only made it worse.
I shook my head and opened the door, but his hand stopped me from making any move to exit out of the vehicle
"Fiona, you know you can tell me anything."
The sound of his pleading voice forced me to turn back to him. He reached out his other hand and pulled me closer to him so I was tight against his hold. The sensation was familiar, but it was one that actually felt welcoming instead of frightening. The memory of what happened not too long ago made me snap out of my trance Blake had somehow pulled me in and I instantly pulled away from his grasp, my heart clenching as pain was evident in his features
"Good night, Blake," I said quietly, stepping out of the car and closing the door behind me. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time but I never once looked back. I couldn't take this anymore. Today's events literally took all the strength right out of me. I just needed a long rest before tomorrow's fishing trip, even if I did hate fishing. But I somehow knew that this wasn't going to be the last time I would see Blake tonight..".