Chapter 8 YEARNINGS
Unknown POV
Tomorrow was supposed to be my date night with Sianna. I should text her with the time that I would pick her up. Chances are that she would prefer to meet me there but the least she could do was allow me to pamper her a bit. I couldn't believe that she rejected me. I was flabbergasted when she did that. She's a feisty little she-wolf.
I thought any rejection being done would be from my end and never from my mate. I knew she was with the Curtis dude base on conversations overheard from her parents, but that was before I knew she was my mate.
My wolf would not have known that she was ours until she reached eighteen years old and by that time she had graduated and left for college 135 miles (3 hour drive) away from the central area (pack house).
I was so happy to have found her at TeeBee's café that day but she was too blinded by the twinkling infatuation that she held for Curtis.
Her intoxicating scent of roses and strawberry made my wolf lost all control. When our eyes met the mate bond snapped into place, thudding at my chest. For a split second, her round blue eyes beamed with happiness as she stared back at me until it converted into a frown. My wolf was driven into utter confusion and dismay.
I had to fight with all my strength to hold back from smothering her in hugs and kisses. My eyes had dilated into full black as my wolf forced his way out. But I took hold of him before he was able to pounce on her because of the effects of the mate bond.
I am twenty-two years old and I waited four torturous years to find her, my mate. The monstrous rage boiled from my wolf because she wanted to reject us and leave us lonely again. My brooding anger had barely dissipated and I was trying not to take it out on those of lower rank.
Staying away from my mate would be dangerous because controlling my wolf would be a laborious task. He has a personality of his own and he's a supernatural force compelling me to slip into her room at nights just to luxuriate in her aroma. I knew that this would be challenging for me and the hardest thing I had ever had to undertake.
"We can't let her go,' my wolf whines.
Wolves lived and yearned for the mating process to be completed with their other halves. In my case, she was Sianna. The daughter of my chief pack doctor and lawyer. She was already versed in our pack laws and medicinal categories.
The Stones were strict but highly intelligent and educated people. They groomed their daughter to know much of their working field and had hoped she would have chosen one of their professions as her own.
While in high school she worked with her dad as his paralegal assistant in the summer. Whereas on the weekends, she'd be at the clinic or hospital with her mom. To the same extent, she was known by the medical team, staff and patients.
On the contrary, she was a typical belle but with a rebellious side that only Hailey could manifest. She was quiet except when around Hailey.
Back then, she was underage and I admired her from a far but I was content with my friends with benefit situation. Additionally, I had great respect for her parents so there was no need to pursue her.
She barely came to the pack house unless her parent gave her an ultimatum, or if Hailey forced her to. She went to parties but not often because of her overcommitted attitude towards work, school and helping others. Who knew that she was my mate? So perfect.
When I scanned the list of persons that went to the mating ceremony from our pack, a wave of shock ran through me when I saw her boyfriend's name (ugh) on the list. That bastard! I shouldn't call him names but my wolf considers him a threat and enemy because he was stealing her away from us.
'Why are we letting him get away with this?' my wolf was gnawing within me.
So I made sure to mention that to her father in the meeting in a coy way. Sianna was elegant and beautiful with a classiness just like her mom with her long black hair and blue eyes that captured my soul.
It doesn't matter that she wants nothing to do with me because I will do everything in my power to make her come o me.
I did a lot of sparring today because I needed to hit a few things to cool down. I beat up a few of my warriors but they would be healed by tomorrow.
I restrained most of my strength but my warriors feared my cranky moods. I commanded ten of them to attack me all at once and I put them down under a minute. It was too easy and I needed to be challenged. So I went hunting in wolf form and ate a rabbit and a boar just to tear my teeth into it.
But I should be rather stoic by the time I was going to pick her up. I had many women, as much that I could choose from in my bed but after turning eighteen I began to desire my true mate.
My sex drive was high and hard to contain but as soon as I found her being my mate I haven't felt the urge touch anyone else.
At nights, dreams of her soft skin and scent caused my mornings to be very alert and I am afraid of getting blue balls, to be honest. She had my mind in a daze. Her luscious lips that parted as it glistened with her lip pink lip gloss and her perfectly curved body that I am lusting to touch.
She was made for me. The cold shower in the mornings is insufficient when she is rightfully mine. All mine! I balled my hands into a fist and brought it up to my face, that fucking Curtis! I growled subconsciously.
The delivery of the flowers to the café went well but she never reached out. I hope that our date will bring us closer and I could get to know her more. I am aware that Curtis found his mate but it is not my place to tell her. I hope he falls in love with his mate and leave mine the hell alone.
She might think I am crossing the line if I told her but I will be watching on the sidelines to see what he is up to. I am willing to fight fair once his intentions are good, but there is no way I want him touching her.
The other night I felt the pang in my chest like a ton of bricks fell on me. I could barely breathe and I knew she was with that fucker. I hope the warning that I gave her would suffice for now.
I don't use my position to abuse my authority but this one was tempting me to the point of aggravation. Being ignored was something I detested and it made my wolf mad but I could not be truly infuriated with her. I wanted her. I needed her. I craved her.
'Kill the fucker,' my wolf pleads with me.
"Nope, that would drive Sianna away. She would see us as monsters." I disagree but deep down I wanted to. I was eminently frustrated. My manhood hardens at the thought of her. I yearn for her scent to inebriate my being. She was mine and I am going to claim her.
I was going to recruit three males to keep me in the loop on Curtis while he's at the hotel. As of now, I want to know his every move. So, if he shits three times a day, I want to know about it.
I just switched the ignition off of my Bentley Bacalar. Home again to a lonely house that I wish had her in it. house that diffused too much manliness, but craved for a feminine touch.
I got out of my vehicle and went inside and hoped the cleaning omegas had done a better job than the last time they stopped by. I sat down on the couch after a hectic day and pulled out the phone.
I would kill just to get one unexpected message from her. Obviously she was going to make this hard for me. This was a chase to us, my wolf would love it, but she probably wouldn't like our aggressive pursuit.
I have to put myself in the mind frame to win her heart and let the mate bond do the rest. Maybe I should send Curtis to his mate's pack for a month so that he could fall for his mate and leave mine the hell alone. Sending a message because I couldn't help myself, I wrote:
Me: My love, I hoped that you had a great day! I miss you. I saw you at the clinic today but I knew you wouldn't want to be disturbed so I didn't stop by. You looked very beautiful in your denim mini dress. I want to pick you up tomorrow at 6pm - Sunday.
I waited a very long hour before she replied. Edginess was not the best feeling for a man of my caliber. She had crept into my mind and my heart instantly. The mate bond thudded so steadily, warming up my insides as I thought of nothing else but her.
I stood in the kitchen around my marble top island and poured out some Hennessey. Wasn't she going to respond? This woman is truly trifling. Fuck! My eyes constantly watching my phone. I poured another glass and then another, waiting for it to vibrate and ping. Sianna: (Angry emoji) Fine! I will be home. I heard you bought a new car so please pick me up in that one. Goodnight.
Very demanding indeed. That wasn't so bad though. I smiled because I was overjoyed that she finally texted me back. I wondered what made her agree so willingly.
There were so many ways that I wanted to make her happy but I felt like I was walking on a thin line. One wrong move could jeopardize her feelings towards me, making things bad for us. Does she even know the effect that she had on me?
My subordinates would laugh me to scorn if they saw how weak I was to this woman. The way I used to jeer especially my best friend.
I released a sigh of relief from the pits of my stomach. I had held my breath being ready for a battle to coerce her into consensus.
Me: Will do. I am committed to make you happy if you let me. See you tomorrow. Sleep well, Firecat.
With that I went to my office, as I sat down I opened the bottom drawer with the files to review. The packs inventory of food supplies was not balancing and now the weapons underground bunker was missing a few items. The log showed where persons signed for weapons assigned and returned but the count was lower than the par level on ammunitions and guns that were kept.
Even the silver and wolfsbane was being tampered with which meant there was a mole and I had to find out who he or they were. This was one of the reasons why I kept Sianna at arm's length without being assertive in my pursuit of her.
There were problems in the pack. Assessing the warriors, gears and weaponries was top priority.
It might be better to know there was any danger hanging around before we opened up about the mate bond to others. As a safety precaution for her.
Also, I wanted her unwavering commitment, devotion and loyalty to me before I could decide whether to make our union known to the public.
But one thing was for sure, no one would have what's mine.