Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 37

Fiona's POV

I laid on my bed facing my door, my eyes wide open and sleep failing me completely. My mind was running a thousand miles an hour as today's events rushed through my now aching brain. I had even tried to drink some Advil, but the usual medication which helped me in such occasions like this was not doing anything to help. So here I was, laying in bed with no intention of resting for tomorrow.

Suddenly, I heard a small sound behind me and my eyes snapped to the full length mirror hanging behind my door. Squinting my eyes, I noticed a dark figure closing the window silently as if not to make a sound. I rolled my eyes, letting out a small sigh as I snuggled my body more beneath the sheets.

"I thought I said not to come, Blake.

"You never really did say that, you know," he said quietly, his voice sounding closer than where he last stood

I peered up at the mirror, noticing that he was indeed closer to the bed since I couldn't see him.

"It was implied." Silence filled the air and I turned around slightly to take a look at my mate. He was standing beside my bed, his arms folded across his chest. His dark eyes stared at me intently, but I could see the concern deep within them, even if he tried his best to mask his emotions.

"Blake, I really mean it. I just want to be alone right now.

"I'm not leaving my mate while she's feeling this way." I could sense the hint of determination in his voice, and I knew very well that he wasn't going to be leaving any time soon

With a loud sigh of frustration, I turned back around and covered my entire body, including my head, under my covers, trying hard to ignore the way my body reacted with him being so close.

"I just want to be alone, Blake." My body shuddered as his name rolled off my tongue as if by instinct.

"I'm still not going anywhere," he whispered as he laid down beside me. He didn't make a move to close any distance that was left between, and for that I was thankful for. Except for the way he seemed to press on to find out what was wrong with me. In all honesty, I didn't even know what was wrong.

"You know you can tell me anything, beautiful."

I nodded, not once making a move to look at him.

"I know, but not right now."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to." I didn't bother hiding the irritation that was held within my voice. I wasn't feeling well and he was not making it any better on my part

"Who were you with?"

My body froze in shock before I slowly pulled away my covers and looked over at him. His eyes were now a pitch black color and a frown laced his lips. I wanted to reach out and caress his cheeks to comfort him, but I knew that would not be the appropriate thing to do.

"What are you talking about?"

"I smelled it outside on the patio earlier. Now who were you with, Fiona?" he asked through gritted teeth. I knew he wasn't exactly mad at me, but the mere expression he now wore was a bit frightening.

I inched away from him, my body shaking slightly under his heavy gaze. "No one."

"Fiona, tell me." His voice was softer this time, but he didn't bother to hide the frustration in his features.I let out a soft sigh as I pulled myself up into a sitting position and leaned back against the backboard behind my bed.

"Maxwell," I whispered, hoping that he didn't hear me. But unfortunately, I had no such luck there

Within seconds, he was standing in front of my bed with a malicious expression across his face. His hands were now clenched on either side of his body and he was taking deep breaths as if trying to calm himself down. As he stared down at me, I knew very well that I wasn't staring at Blake. Instead, I was staring at his wolf who had now taken over him completely due to my words

"Why were you with Maxwell?" His voice was different, a lot more frightening than I had ever heard him before. Although he was beyond pissed off, I couldn't help but shudder in pleasure at the sweet sound of his voice. I looked down at my intertwined fingers in front of me, trying hard to ignore his heavy gaze.

"Answer me, Fiona" .

I jumped at the sound of his booming voice. I was surprised to find that my dad wasn't even bothering to come in here to see what the whole ruckus was about. Like I have said before, he was an extremely heavy sleeper and barely heard anything around him when he slept. The end of the world could be occurring and he would simply be lying in bed having the best sleep of his life.

Taking in a deep breath, I decided to just tell him. There was no need to lie to Blake when he was pissed off right now. Well, both him and his wolf really.

"After going to the kitchen with Sara, I told her I wanted to be alone and I wandered off outside and into the woods. I didn't exactly notice where I was going until a few minutes later. Just when I was about to head back, he randomly appeared." I shuddered at the memory and that gesture didn't go unnoticed

"You shouldn't have gone out there on your own, Fiona. You know better than that."

I nodded, fighting off the tears that threatened to escape as I never once met his gaze.

"I know. But I'm okay now."

"No you're not," he said, taking a step towards me. His voice had not changed and I knew that his wolf was still in control of his body.

"These woods are not safe, especially for you who is helpless if something were to happen to you." He paused, running a hand through his thick hair.

"What did he say to you?"

I shrugged, Maxwell's words repeating in my mind. But I knew better than to tell Blake that. He would, without a doubt, go out and hunt his brother down for threatening me that way. So instead, I whispered,

"The same thing Cicilia said to me." In all honesty, I wasn't exactly lying. Maxwell had mentioned that in the beginning. I was just not saying the complete truth.

I looked up to notice his eyes soften as he let out a heavy sigh.

"Don't worry about what they say, Fiona." There was an ultimate change in his voice and I knew that his wolf was backing down and allowing Blake to take control once more.I shook my head, not bothering to wipe away the tears that were now streaming down my face. "They're right you know."

He shook his head, taking another step towards me before he reached out his hand, grazing my cheek with his fingertips. I leaned against them, relishing the feeling until the memory of today's events slammed hard against my mind, making me stand up within seconds. He clearly didn't expect that reaction, and my heart clenched immediately after I noticed his pain filled eyes

"They're right, Blake. I can't do this. I mean, I know I'm supposed to become Luna one day and run this pack by your side, but that's only because I'm your mate; and that's if you're not lying about me being your actual mate. But I'm not fit for this job. I'm not the rightful Luna of this pack. I'm only human! Everything they have said is right. One day, when the rogues find out that this pack's Luna is human, there is no doubt that they will attack. And it'll all be because of me. That's what they're thinking Blake, every single time they look at me. Every single time they picture me as their next Luna. I'm nothing in their eyes. I don't even deserve that title. And more than that, I don't deserve to be your mate. You deserve someone better, someone who can actually do the job. I'm just a weak human being who has never been good for anything all her life."

I hadn't even noticed that I was pacing until the very moment I stopped and looked at my mate. His eyes were expressionless as he gazed down at my shaking form. My tears were gushing out at this point, and I knew very well that I probably looked like a complete mess in front of him. But I didn't care. I didn't care if he were to walk out at this very moment and admit that he was kidding all of this time. Leading me on to think that I was indeed his mate and a part of his world when in reality, this was all just a joke and I were to find out that werewolves really didn't exist. It was all just an act to mess with the new girl. Why would they do it? I don't know. But I was already used to be lead on and if Blake was to reveal that those were his intentions since the day I arrived here, I wouldn't be surprised. I would be hurt as hell, but I knew I would survive this eventually. But his actions took me completely by surprise

The next thing I knew, I was being pinned against the wall between my closet door and bathroom. My eyes widened in shock as I stared deeply into his dark eyes that were swimming with so many emotions that it was hard to keep up with them. He had his hands on either side of my head and was pinning me down with his body. My breathing came out harshly and it was becoming difficult to breathe with him being this close to me. I mean, I am used to it, seeing as he seemed to do that a lot whenever I was around, but he always seemed to take my breath away every time he did. I wasn't complaining though. The sparks that ignited between us made me weak in the knees and I was thankful that his body was pressed against mine because if it wasn't, I probably would be sprawled on the floor trying hard to catch my breath.