Mine to Protect Chapter 130: I REVOKE

*Hazel*

It’s already evening when Derek gets here, and he finds me asleep on the picnic blanket I have brought with me.

“Kitten, I am sorry. Alice passed me your message only when I came back, she told me you waited the whole day, I am so sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I told her to do that, I didn’t want to disturb you now that you are so busy.”

“I would never be too busy for you, so don’t do this again; knowing that you have been here on your own a whole day, without communicating with anyone, nearly scared me to death.”

I laugh a little, “Don’t die on me now, then, there’s something important I want to talk to you about.”

He sits on the blanket with me, draping a warm arm around my shoulders.

“Derek, I am sorry for rejecting you, I should never have done that, I should have given you more time. And I am sorry for what happened with Lukas, it was never my intention to hurt any of you, and I can assure you that I have no feelings for him, and vice versa.”

Derek swallows, but doesn’t say anything, so I continue.

“Yesterday we have reconnected on a physical level, and I am happy we did, I just hope you don’t regret any of it.”

“Never,” he says, grabbing my hand in his.

“Good, because I wanted to ask you, if you would like to …be my mate again.”

At this point my face must be completely red, I don’t even dare look him in the eyes, scared of what I will find there.

Derek lifts my chin up to meet his eyes, and they are full of emotions and affection, making me relax just a little.

“First of all, don’t apologize for rejecting me, I deserved it, and I needed something that could bring me out of my state of blind rage; your rejection did just that, it brought me back to the present, and made me see clearly all my mistakes. I am the one who should say sorry for the way I treated you at the time. I feel so lucky that you decided to forgive me, I thought I had lost you forever.”

“So, you are going to be my mate again?” I ask, summarizing his speech.

“I never stopped being your mate, like you have never ceased being mine.”

*Derek*

Hazel beams at me, then kisses me softly. I can’t believe that she is taking me back, I have dreamed of this since the day she left me, and now that it is really happening, it feels completely surreal.

She gives me a puzzled look.

“Don’t you want to kiss me?”

I cup her face with both hands, and crush my lips on hers, kissing her roughly, pouring all my emotions in this kiss, hoping that she can pick up on them.

When I am done, we are both breathing heavily, and I rest my forehead on hers, snaking my arms around her waist, to bring her closer to me.

“Today, you made me for the second time in my life, the happiest man on this planet.”

She snuggles into me, a little embarrassed by my corny words.

“I am happy too,” she says shily, with her face buried in my chest.

“Now you just need to revoke your rejection, this way we can repair our bond.”

Her head shots up, her eyes wide in panic.

“Revoke my rejection? I don’t know how to do that! I thought you just needed to mark me again.”

“Kitten, calm down, it’s easy, just repeat after me,” I say cupping her face, and running my thumbs in circles on her soft cheeks to calm her down a little. “I, Hazel Channing, revoke my rejection,”

“I, Hazel Channing, revoke my rejection,”

“and take you, Alpha Derek O’Brien,”

“and take you, Alpha Derek O’Brien,”

“as my Mate and Alpha,”

“as my Mate and Alpha,”

“and I reclaim my position as Luna.”

I see her hesitate with the last sentence; doesn’t she want to be Luna?

“What is it?” I asked her.

“I don’t think your pack will want me back as their Luna, they hate me, and they have every right too.”

“They don’t hate you; they have just been biased by those stupid gossips; I will explain to them that it was all a misunderstanding. And if after that, someone is still not satisfied, they can go find themselves another pack, because I won’t give up my Luna for anything in this world.”

I peck her lifts softly, caging her in my arms, and then I kiss her forehead, making her smile.

“Ok, my corny Alpha, I’ll try to be the Luna your pack deserves.”

“Our pack, and you’ll have to work more on your romantic lines, we are a pack of corny werewolves,” I interject jokingly.

She laughs at my silly joke.

“I can’t promise you that, but I can try to be more accepting of you and your pack’s sappy disposition.”

“That’s the spirit,” I say, squeezing her waist. “Ready?”

She nods solemnly and starts reciting again the words I have just taught her.

“I, Hazel Channing, revoke my rejection, and take you, Alpha Derek O’Brien, as my Mate and Alpha, and I reclaim my position as Luna.”

I feel the bond snap back in place, and tingles magnify everywhere we are touching. My heart finally feels whole again; that hole that was ever-present, is now filled with love and jubilation.

Hazel has tears running down her cheeks, but I know she’s not sad or in pain, those are tears of happiness; I can feel her emotions through the bond, and the contentment and relief she’s feeling, are the last confirmation I needed.

I lift her up, and she shrieks, automatically wrapping her legs around my waist, placing her hands on my shoulders for support.

I kiss her passionately, before I nibble her earlobe, and kiss my way down to the spot where my mark was, now replaced by a faded outline of it.

“Here there’s something that needs fixing,” I say, before sucking the spot hard, making her moan with pleasure.

“Can I mark you?” I asked her, with my head still buried in the crook of her neck.

She’s running her fingers through my hair, and it feels just awesome.

“Do you really need to ask me? Hurry up, and mark me, my sexy Alpha.”

I don’t need to be told twice, I sink my canines into her soft skin until I reach bone, eliciting a soft sigh from her, then I lap at her wound, cleaning it from her sweet blood. It will take a couple of hours for the mate mark to morph and show itself, and I can’t wait for everyone to see that she is officially mine again.

“Now it’s my turn,” Hazel says, unbuttoning the first buttons of my white shirt.

“Mhh, I like women who take initiative, I’m all yours, baby.”

“Shut up, before I change my mind,” she adds with a pointed look, making me chuckle.

She licks my faded mark, making me shiver, and then sucks the spot hungrily, making my knees go weak.

“Kitten, if you keep this up, I am going to fuck you before you manage to mark me.”

This time she chuckles, the little minx, she knows the effect she has on me.

Finally, her fangs elongate, and she’s ready to mark me, when her phone’s ringtone goes off. Way to break the magical atmosphere. She freezes, uncertain on what to do, but then the ringtone stops, and she focuses again on the marking. Her canines puncture my skin, and I prepare myself for the stinging sensation, followed by pure bliss, when her ringtone goes off again.

She huffs in frustration and gets off me, then she retrieves her phone and takes the call.

“Hazel speaking,” she says on the phone.

“Hey, beautiful, are you free tonight?” a male’s voice comes from the speaker. Although the call is not on loudspeaker, werewolf senses allow me to hear it quite clearly.