Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 68

Fiona's POV

I don't know for how long I have been sitting here, staring blindly at the ceiling above before I turned my head and stared out the open window. A gush of cold wind entered the room, the curtains moving slightly as the coldness crashed against my skin and covers. But I felt nothing. I was aware of the cold, of the ever changing weather happening merely a few feet away from me, and yet I felt nothing. It was as if my body was completely numb. As if it was as cold as ice itself. Like death

His words echoed through my mind and I couldn't help but feel that Maxwell was right. What if I am dying without even realizing it? I knew my strength and physical well being has been withering for the past few months, but I never thought of it to be this bad. And come to think of it, Maxwell never seemed to be this way when he was alive. He looked normal, just like any other werewolf I had encountered in Black Forest. Then again, he never really had the opportunity to actually interact with his mate. Let alone see her alive. Maybe that's why he was able to live for so long, because he had never experienced the love of a mate to begin with. I, on the other hand, have. I subconsciously placed a hand over my heart as the familiar pain echoed throughout my body until a thought occurred to me. If Maxwell's words were true and I was indeed dying slowly for being away from Blake for so long, is he dying as well

I shook my head, placing my extra pillow over my face before letting out a deep sigh. It couldn't possibly be true. And even if it was, I'm sure any available and eligible female in the pack is probably trying to win him over right now. I still remembered the first week I got to Black Forest High and noticed how all the girls would flirt with him whenever given the chance. Particularly one that stood out amongst the others

Cicilia .

Her face immediately appeared on my mind as did the evil smile she had given me in my dream. There was no doubt in my mind that the girl had practically thrown herself on him the second she discovered that I had abandoned him as well as the pack. I wouldn't blame her though. She always had her eyes set solely on him. Well, so I've been told. So finding out that she had been desperately trying to get with Blake wouldn't at all be a surprise to me. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't mind at all. I mean, even though back then I was confident enough to say that I was the rightful Luna of the Black Forest Pack and that she wasn't, there was always a little voice in the back of my mind that told me that she would suit the role ten times better than I ever would. She is in fact the daughter of the Beta from the pack, so why not her be the one to replace me?I let out a loud groan as I threw the pillow across the room, frustrated with my own thoughts. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that Cicilia wasn't right for Blake or the pack itself, my mind would effortlessly wander into those thoughts, creating more frustration and sadness within me. I didn't need to think about that now. I couldn't. If I allowed my mind to wander once again with these horrid thoughts, there's no way I would be able to concentrate at work today. Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday and I had Monday off. I had absolutely no idea what I would do for this long upcoming weekend, but I hope I would come up with some idea. Maybe have my dad come over. It has been a long time since I've last seen him (which was on my birthday in March) and I missed him terribly. He was always the one to do the traveling since I vowed to myself that I would never step foot in that territory again. I knew that if I would, I would never be able to control my unstable emotions. I don't need them to go haywire or anything. As if they aren't already

Looking over at my clock, I realized that it was already time for me to start my daily routine. Like a robot, I found the strength to push myself off the bed and head towards the bathroom. Opening the hot water as far as it would go, I was relieved to find my muscles relaxing and my senses returning to my fingertips. I hadn't noticed how purple they were until now. It only took several minutes before they returned back to their original color, my physical state in my dream flashing across my mind and making me shudder under the heat. After preparing my bag and putting on my uniform, I stared at myself on the full length mirror that hung behind my door and analyzed my reflection. I was relieved to find myself not as pale as before and my cheeks seemed a bit more alive in color under the morning sunlight that crept inside my room. My eyes were a bit more hazel, glistening under the light and revealing the small bits and specs of green that usually overtook my irises. The longer I stared at myself, the more alive I seemed to feel. I had absolutely no idea where all of this was coming from. Was it just me being relieved to find myself not looking like the dead girl in my dream? Whatever it was, I found a small smile spreading across my lips. It wasn't the one I would greet the patients or visitors with, or even the employees for that matter. It was a true, genuine smile that I had not seen on my face for who knows how long. It was as if a new source of happiness and hope had bubbled up inside of me and even though I had no idea where it came from, I was going to hold onto it for as long as I could. There was no way I was going to let that dream become a reality. Well, some parts of it that is.

"Boy am I exhausted," Clara sighed, leaning against her chair with an exasperated look on her face. I couldn't help but chuckle at her expression before looking up at the clock

"It's only two in the afternoon and you just came from your lunch break," I said with a cocked eyebrow

She rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively in front of her.

"A one hour lunch break is never enough for me."

"Might as well put a bed behind that counter for when you have nothing to do," I muttered, shaking my head as I collected the few piles of papers left for me on the counter

I didn't think she had heard what I had said, so I found myself jumping and nearly dropping all the papers from my hands at the sound of her shrill voice.

"I should! That's a great idea, Fiona! Now if only I had the space behind this small cubicle to install it," she said, looking around her chair and analyzing the space with her head tilted to the side

I stared at her with bewilderment, but brushed the question I was itching to ask her off before nodding in agreement. "You'll find some way to make it happen. Now what room is Dr. Samson in?" I asked, adjusting the papers in my hands as I looked down at her

She pulled out a sheet of paper from the side of desk and skimmed down the list before tapping a finger on a name.

"He should be on the third floor, room 11." I nodded and was about to walk away before the sound of her voice stopped me.

"So," she said, wiggling her eyebrows expectantly before continuing,

"What's going on between you and Ben?

I tilted my head in question, trying my best to seem nonchalant about her question before my cheeks betrayed me. I could practically feel them heating up as I continued to stare at her. His gorgeous face appeared in my mind and I couldn't help but space out for a little bit as I analyzed Ben's features. I had to admit, he was quite the looker, but the guilty feeling I usually felt whenever I thought of him that way began to emerge from deep within me and I quickly shook my head to rid myself from any unnecessary thoughts.

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently, trying hard to calm down my now fast beating heart and praying quietly that my cheeks would return back to their original shade

She gave me a knowing look before leaning her chin against the palm of her right hand and staring up at me with those big blue eyes of hers that were quite intimidating, if you asked me.

"You know what I mean. It is so obvious that you're interested in him.

My mouth gaped open as I stared down at her, baffled.

"Me? No. How could you possibly say that?" I asked in a rather high pitched voice that caused her to giggle quietly.

She rolled her eyes before leaning back against the chair.

"I don't know, I'm just observant , is all." She paused, looking around the empty room before settling her eyes back on me.

"I will warn you though, if I were you, I would be careful in who you are interested in around here."

"Why?" I asked slowly, leaning forward the same moment she did

"Because there are quite a few around here that have their eyes on you. If you go for Ben, there's no telling what will happen."

I stood there, frozen and baffled by her words. What the heck did she even mean by that? I was going to ask her before her voice interrupted my train of thought

"Now go on, don't want to keep Dr. Samson waiting any longer, now would we?" She asked, sending a wink my way before proceeding to typing something on her computer

I wanted to desperately ask her to clarify her words, but I knew better than to ask questions that most likely she would not want to answer. And even if she did, I felt as if she was forbidden to do so. Not wanting to waste any more time, I tightened my grip on the papers in my hand and made my way towards the stairs and up to the third floor. We did have an elevator we could use, but I always found myself preferring the stairs instead. I enjoyed walking and doing some sort of exercise despite me lacking any sort of agility. Then again, I always had a fear of elevators for as long as I could remember. Ever since I had gotten stuck in an elevator with my mother when I was little and we had to wait for almost an hour before the building fixed it, I never wanted to enter one for fear of getting stuck in one again. And if I was ever alone in an elevator and it was to happen to me once more, there is no chance I will make it out alive. Just saying.