Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 45

Fiona's POV

The rest of the week after I returned home from the fishing trip went by rather quickly. The next thing I knew, it was already Thursday afternoon. Any 'ordinary' high school student would be relieved to find that it's almost the weekend again, especially when you're about to graduate in the next few months, but that wasn't me. Why might you ask? Well, although there had not been any more rogue sightings around the area, Blake's father had been putting most of the warriors of the pack in training to fight off any rogue attack that may come our way. After that huge invasion that took place in the Red Mountains Pack, I guess Alpha Nicholas didn't want to be unprepared if that were to ever occur here. And with all of the training the pack had to endure, there were little to no people in the school this week. Some still stayed behind though, but a good majority of them were off in the Pack House training. Along with those who were there was my mate as well as Anthonio, which explained why Sara and I were currently sitting in an empty table in the middle of the lunch room.

"Please talk," Sara whined, pouting her lips as she stared up at me with her green eyes. I couldn't help but laugh at her expression

"Why?"

"It's too quiet around here! This place is like a cemetery or something."

I raised my eyebrow at her, placing the fork filled with broccoli back onto my plate.

"You do know cemeteries have dead people, right?"

She waved me off and glared out the window, the same pout lacing her plump lips.

"You know what I mean. It's just too quiet. I can actually hear myself think!

I laughed, shaking my head as I proceeded into finishing my school lunch.

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Yes! Especially when most of my thoughts consist of Anthonio! I miss him so much. And I even miss Marcus, which is hard to believe," she said, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked down at my plate with thoughtful eyes

"I know. Marcus is always the life of the party here. Without him, things are just way too boring." I paused, Blake's face flashing in my mind and making my heart clench with sorrow.

"But I know what you mean. I miss him, too." She nodded in understanding, thankfully noticing that I meant my mate and not hers. That would've been awkward. We sat there in another moment of silence as I finished my food, Sara finishing hers like twenty minutes ago, when I began to look around the room. I immediately recognized the three other humans that were in this school chatting amongst themselves with some of the pack members around their age. It was true what Sara said, this place was too quiet. What once was a joyous, and rather noisy, place was now vacant with barely any inhabitants within it. Even most of the teachers were absent as they were in training as well. Unfortunately for those students who are still in the school, that meant we spent practically every day this week being cooped up in the library doing absolutely nothing. The bright side of it was that I at least had Sara to entertain me

I looked back at my friend, smiling at her expression before asking,

"Why are you still here and not with the others?"

She smirked, shaking her head as she rested her chin on the palm of her hand. "Like if Anthonio would allow me to train and put myself in danger if a fight were to ever occur." She rolled her eyes before sighing, dropping her hands and staring down at the table.

"He's always looking out for me." I smiled and nodded.

"So are you a good fighter?"

Her eyes brightened and a huge grin spread across her lips, revealing her perfect teeth as she stared at me.

"Of course! I'm actually one of the best in the pack. And that's saying something for us she-wolves."

"What about Cicilia?" I asked, motioning with my head to where I knew the brunette would be sitting if she was here

She nodded, her eyes hardening.

"She's really good. Better than me actually. Maybe because she trained along with Anthonio, Marcus and Blake when they were younger. The benefits of being the Beta's children." I could instantly catch the sarcasm in her voice as she said those last words. It must really suck having a mate whose sister was practically the devil in the pack

I chuckled and pushed the tray to my left before placing my arms in front of me and leaning forward.

"Which explains why she's there." I paused, raising my eyebrow as I looked at Sara.

"Blake told you to watch out for me, huh? Anthonio being protective of you isn't really the reason why you're still here."

She nodded slowly, biting her bottom lip and taking on a guilty expression as she stared down at her intertwined fingers on her lap.

"Yeah, he did. But he's only trying to protect you, you know. It's natural for male werewolves to become this overprotective wolf around their mates. Especially Alphas."

I tilted my head to the side in bewilderment.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she said slowly, adjusting her position on the seat before settling her green eyes on me.

"Every werewolf gets possessive and overprotective when they meet their mate. I mean, even having another werewolf look at your mate makes you go on a killing spree." My eyes widened at her words and she immediately laughed at my expression.

"Okay, it's not that bad. But it is like that for Alphas though. They have a stronger wolf than all of us combined.

"And that means…." I trailed off, waiting patiently for her to continue and answer my train of thought

"The stronger the wolf, the stronger the instinct to protect. So even if another werewolf was to look at you, even for a brief second, his wolf would automatically get pissed off and want to kill them. And touching you, ha, that's just a death sentence right there.

I pursed my lips, remembering the first time I had sat at the table and Marcus draped his arm lazily around my shoulders. I had seen Blake's eyes darken, but he seemed to be in control though. The whole Alpha possessiveness thing had to be a myth or something. Then again, I thought werewolves were simply a myth just a few weeks ago and I was proven completely wrong

"But he doesn't seem to mind when other male wolves are around, though.

She gave me a crooked smile before shaking her head, her hair bouncing around her shoulders as she did so. "That's because you don't see it and he doesn't allow you to notice. If you would've been a werewolf and could detect your mate's feelings better, you would instantly know. I know I do whenever single male werewolves look at me inappropriately."

A frown laced my lips as I stared down at the plastic table in front of me.

"I guess I'll never know, huh?"

She reached out her hand and placed it gently on my forearm, giving me a reassuring squeeze and making me look back into her green eyes.

"It's not a bad thing that you don't know, Fiona. Trust me, it gets irritating when Anthonio gets mad for having a guy just say hi to me. So you not knowing is like a miracle from the goddess to you." I rolled my eyes but smiled either way. And that's when a thought occurred to me.

"Can mates communicate through their mind?"

She nodded, pulling her hand back and smiling brightly down at me.

"Of course. It's natural to have that instant mind link connection when you meet your mate. It just randomly comes and you are able to communicate with each other regardless of distance.

I nodded, allowing my eyes to wander around the room as a thought continuously circled around in my head. I tried to block it out, but it was useless. My lips were practically tingling to ask Sara the question and it was hard to keep them shut when my mind only focused on those set of words. Finally giving in after a few moments of looking around the room, I turned back to Sara who was looking at me with questionable eyes.

"Do you think Blake and I will ever be able to do that?"

Her eyes widened before she recomposed her features and shrugged. "I'm not sure, Fiona. I'm pretty sure you have heard it before about this being the first case where a werewolf has a human for a mate. And an Alpha werewolf to be exact. So I'm not sure.

My shoulders slumped forward as I let out a heavy sigh. I had always secretly wondered what it would be like to be able to communicate with Blake whenever I wanted with just a mere thought, but having the whole werewolf being with a human thing always made me doubt that it'll ever happen. I always knew when he was communicating with someone through the pack link whenever his eyes glazed over, and I would do anything to be able to do that as well. I mean, not to everyone of course. I don't think I would be able to handle so many voices in my head all at once. But to be able to hear his sweet melody of a voice cross my mind whenever I pleased was something I would do anything to have. Just to hear his voice right now would make my day more bearable without him. I mean, I have seen him every single night, but the poor guy would come so exhausted that he would eventually fall asleep in the middle of our conversation. It was adorable though, but I missed our late night conversations

"Don't worry Fiona, you'll still have Blake no matter what. Who knows? Maybe you will be able to communicate that way after he marks you or mates with you. Wait, has he marked you?" Her nose flared slightly as she inhaled deeply shaking her head and letting out a soft growl which was the first time I had ever heard her do that.

"That bastard hasn't marked you yet?"

My eyes widened in shock as I shook my head slowly.

"No. Wait, how did you know that?"

"When werewolves mark their mate, their scent is kind of imprinted on them. They still smell the same way they usually do, but just with a slight twist to it. And you, dear Fiona, still smell the same way you did when you first got here."

I raised my eyebrow, pulling a strand of my dark hair and taking a whiff. All I could smell was the usual shampoo I used every time I washed it, which so happened to be this morning actually. Apparently Sara found my actions amusing because she started laughing uncontrollably in her seat, clutching her stomach as the sound of her laughter echoed across the room, earning a few curious stares that practically screamed out, 'is that girl mental or something?'

"What?" I asked, feeling my cheeks heat up instantly as I looked down at the table, allowing my hair to conceal my embarrassment

"You can't smell your own scent, silly. Humans don't have a powerful sense of smell like we werewolves do.

I nodded slowly, pulling a strand of hair behind my ear and looking back at her as a question randomly popped into my mind unexpectedly.

"Then what happens when mates….you know." If my cheeks were red before, they were a brighter shade now

She smiled at me but pushed aside my reaction.

"Both of their scents intertwine with one another. If you've known someone for a very long time and suddenly find their scent to be different, you would know that they have mated. I know Anthonio practically got hassled by Blake and Marcus when they noticed his scent was different. Poor guy," she said with slight amusement in her eyes as she probably recalled the memory

"So, you and Anthonio are already mated?

She nodded happily as she revealed her left shoulder, pulling back her white top to give me a better view of her mark once again. I was stunned to not have realized the last time I had seen it how the mark was slightly red and obviously revealed teeth marks that were quite large and seemed deep

"When did you guys do it? If you don't mind me asking.

She waved her hand dismissively in the air as she placed her shirt back in place. "A year after we found out we were mates. And that was when we were 16."

"Oh," I breathed, the image still fresh in my mind as I asked slowly,

"Did it hurt?"

She shrugged her shoulders and absentmindedly placed a hand over the mark.

"It did a little. But the sensation you get right after is phenomenal. You can really feel the bond you have with your mate strengthen when he marks you. It's so incredible." I noticed how her eyes glazed over and she let out a sigh of contentment as she continuously stroked her mark. Seeing her this way made my stomach turn and an overwhelming sense of sadness take over my heart. I looked down, taking a deep breath as I desperately fought the tears that tried to escape. Even though I was scared of the pain that I might have to endure when he marked me, I was more than ready. I always questioned if I was or not and always came out with the outcome that I was indeed not ready. But it was all out of fear. I was scared to fully dive into this world of werewolves, but being with Blake made my decision that much easier. I was ready. I was more than ready. And even if I had to give up my dreams of one day going to New Jersey and becoming a nurse and helping others like my mother had done before her passing, I would gladly do so. Picturing a life without Blake was practically impossible.

Sara must have sensed my overwhelming rush of emotions because I felt her hand press gently against my own, making me jump at the sudden contact as I looked back into her eyes. They were filled with sympathy as she smiled reassuringly my way.

"Don't worry, your time will come. I know it must be extremely difficult for Blake to control his wolf whenever he's around you, but he just wants what's best for you. But even if he hasn't marked you as his, it's not like he'll ever leave you. You guys were designed to be together. To live the rest of your lives until the day it's time to move on into the afterlife. No matter how hard you try to fight the bond you guys currently have and no matter how hard you try to run, you'll always come back to each other. That's what being mates is all about." I nodded in acknowledgement as I allowed her words to sink in. She was right, my day will finally come. Even if it means waiting for a thousand years (okay, I'm over exaggerating, but you know what I mean), I'll wait for as long as I have to in order to be with him.

"Thanks, Sara," I said with a smile as the bell rung, signaling the end of lunch

Sara rolled her eyes with a loud groan as she reluctantly stood up and grabbed the empty tray in her hand.

"Great, back to class. I wish this week could be over with already."