Chapter 36

Chapter 36
Alpha Tyde came out of the shower. He was drying himself with a towel when he heard his phone ringing in the bedroom. He ran to answer it, knowing it was his young, fated mate, for he had saved her a personal ringtone so he would immediately know it's her whenever she called. 

He answered the phone to hear her screaming.

Before he could call her name, the phone hung up.

Anxious to save his fated mate, he hurriedly put on a pair of sweatpants, bolting to her house.

To his surprise, he arrives at her home to hear loud music. He sniffed for her scent, believing someone at the party might be trying to take advantage of her again for being too beautiful. 

He picked up her scent in her room and climbed a tree, swinging from a branch into her bedroom.

The moment he had landed on his feet, his fated mate sat up from her bed startled to see him, and he saw that she was fine.

"I'm sorry for calling you by mistake," she apologised, quickly getting off her bed.

"I was so frightened that I was calling you; I hung up the phone, not knowing you'd already answered it. If I'd known, I would have told you it was a mistake, so you didn't have to bother to come here," she explained.

Though Isabella despised the trouble of causing him to come to her house, believing she was in danger. She was thrilled that he was here.

She was also stunned by his shirtless body and noticed that both of his arms were covered in tattoos. She knew he was pretty buff, but she was unaware of the tattoo because he had always worn long sleeves. Her desire for him intensifies as she finds him more attractive.

"Make sure it doesn't happen again," Beta Tyde said, gravely, though he was quite relieved she was fine.

As he spoke to her, his eyes scanned her room, noting that she slept with stuffed teddy bears and also had a nightlight for pups who were afraid of sleeping in the dark.

At her drawer, he was stunned to see the childlike underwear his fated mate was wearing as a seventeen-year-old hanging from her top drawer. Pink underwear decorated with a sparkling pony.

He looked away from her underwear over to her phone and to the ground. His heart fluttered for a second to see what his little virgin fated mate was searching on his phone.

How long does sex last?, she'd researched.

Isabella took noticed of what he was looking at, and she quickly ran to pick up her phone, feeling embarrassed.

"Try not to drink and get drunk," said the Beta as he headed back to the window.

Isabella, too ashamed to look at him after what he had seen, looked up when she heard him jump through the window.

She watched him as he ran off into the bushes. His upper and shirtless body shone under the moonlight.

The party ends at 12 am. Isabella lay in her bed, still ashamed of what Beta Tyde saw. She began to think of his sleeve tattoo and how much more dangerous and attractive it made him look. She also recalled the bare sight of his muscular chest and 8-pack that is always bulging from his shirts at school.

She became so hot and aroused for him that she felt swollen between her legs.

It was torture for Isabella not being able to get Beta Tyde to free her from the sexual tension only he could help with, and she was tired of having these feelings for him every night and wished he could just make love to her already.

Worried that someone might put drugs into his fated mate's drink to take advantage of her, Beta Tyde stayed near the house, listening in case she was in any trouble. Though the party was over, he remained there, sitting down on the grass and leaning against a tree, sleeping.

A soft cry from his fated mate suddenly awakens him. 

Believing she was in trouble, he ran to her house and climbed the tree next to her window. Her window was still open from when he'd left.

Reaching her window, he was stunned to see his fated mate humping a pillow between her thighs.

Her eyes were closed, and she kept rubbing against the pillow with her pink underwear down her ankles.

"Beta Tyde," he suddenly heard her call his name softly.

Beta felt his eyes shifting into his wolf's, needing to go to her. 

Immediately, he leapt from the tree and ran home, taking the coldest shower to restrain his wolf from replacing her pillow.

He lowered his head as the water kept pouring over him, now knowing that Isabella, too, wanted him.

This was now a huge trouble for him. It was going to be hard for him not to touch her when knowing that she was dying for his touch.