Chapter SIX

I strip off my clothes and wrap a towel around myself. I go to the bathroom to shower. If I am just an object to my mate, the least I can do is look and smell nice, and not embarrass him. When I am done cleaning up, I realize I do not have clothes to wear. After contemplating for a moment, I decide to check Don’s closet. I pick one of his shirts, black and mid-thigh length, and put it on. I let my hair down, and I sit on the bed, waiting patiently for his next instructions.

After hours of waiting, I hear a knock on the door.

“Excuse me, Luna,” the person says.

“Come in” I reply, and a maid walks in.

“The Alpha requests your presence at the dining table” she informs me and disappears as quickly as she appeared. She, however, leaves a blue dress on the bed. I wear the long dress and attempt to style my hair. I apply some lipstick from a container I see on the dresser. I really don’t know how it gets there, and I am not even curious, I just use it. By the time I hear another knock on the door, I am ready, and I am escorted to the dining room, this time, by a guard.

Gently walking down the stairs, so I don’t trip, I see that the room is already crowded.

Is this a kind of meeting?

I carve my face into a wide smile and greet courteously as I reach the table.

“Good evening’ I keep smiling.

“Evening, you look beautiful,” my mate says, and heat rises to my cheeks. I know he is just putting up a show, but I don’t care, as long as he says nice things to me. He helps me to my seat, right beside him.

“Who is this lovely lady, Richardo?” a woman, seemingly in her nineties, asks, beaming with a smile and scrutinizing me with her eyes.

“Mum, she is a student from Were High” he answers.

The sting that his reply carries burns my heart. I am just a student, and this dinner is apparently for his family only. I manage to smile.

“Don, just mate with Kim, and stop living this miserable life,” his mother says, and he coughs lightly.

“Mum, can we not talk about this? We have a young person here” he says, and it all clicks. This is it, I am too young, and this is why he does not want him. I am a child to him.

“May I be excused?” I ask, and he nods in approval.

“Of course,” he says, and kisses my forehead. I shoot up from my seat and scamper out of the dining room.

I am luckily able to remember the way back to his room. I sit on the bed and let the tears flow. I can’t be strong. I have been rejected by Jordan, and now, Don is ashamed to be seen with a ‘child’. I sob quietly.

A few minutes later, I stop crying, as I am tired of moping around and feeling so sorry for myself. I undress and wear his black shirt to sleep. I am stupid for thinking that we are going to be in the same room. I rest my eyes, and soon, I drift off to sleep.

Don’s POV

Carson successfully forces me to go to Were High School. I really don’t want to go, but I have to. Not that anyone would complain if I don’t. Everyone is terrified of getting me angry, and they all think I am cruel. It is not like I care about them, all I want is to see my mate and be finally happy. I tell Carson to inform them of my visit, and I know they will make all necessary preparations.

I am addressing the students on responsibility when a tiny voice interrupts.

“I am sorry” I immediately know that she is a student and that she arrived late. I am about to scold her when a very alluring smell hits my nose. It is the smell of vanilla.  Know it s from her, and in a second, it dawns on me that she is definitely my mate. I quietly heave a sigh of relief, and I take her in with my eyes. She is a petite, beautiful girl, with brown hair and huge, brown eyes. She is undeniably attractive, but she is young. I am confused as to why she is so young. It is not like I care, as I have waited too long for her. I round off my speech and the principal dismisses the students. I beckon to him.

“I would like to see that student” He nods, and I smile tightly. I know he would never dare question me.

I finish surveying the school, and head for the office of the principal. On getting there, I meet my little mate in tears. I know why: she is terrified of me, just like everyone else. I have seen this coming, but it still doesn’t make the hurt less miserable. She turns to look at me.

“I’m sorry,” she says, begging me seriously but I act indifferent. I pull her with me as she cries. At this point, I don’t give a damn about the tears in her eyes, or her muffled sobs. All I care about is my primal needs, and I desperately need her.

She sits still n the car like a statue, unmoving and mute. She inches closer to the door like she can burst out of the car any moment from now, and run away from me. Why is she so scared? Anyone else can be scared of me, but not my mate.

“I want to see my mom” she mutters under her breath, so low that I would not have heard if I was not paying rapt attention to her. In an attempt to make her less uncomfortable and untrusting, I turn the car around and drive to her house. I know the way to her house, as I already have all her information, courtesy of Were High School. It isn’t long before we reach her driveway. She bolts out of the car and into the house. Conversely, I walk slowly behind her.

I walk in through the door, and I find her with a woman. She is clutching the older woman tightly, begging her to help, and I instinctively know that it is her mother.

“Mum, he wants to take me. Please, Mum, help me” She says in between sobs. I don’t understand why she is acting like she is oblivious to the fact that she is my mate. Immediately her mom sees me, she bows.

“What brings you here?” she asks carefully.

“Mom, don’t let him take me” her mother whispers something in her ear, and she cries harder, but follows me. We enter the car and drive off. As before, she is silent and still.

We arrive at the house, and I ask Claire to take care of her, and I leave. When I am done attending to all my daily tasks, I go into the dressing room.

I come out and ask her to follow me. She stands up quickly and walks closely behind me. I bask in her scent, and as soon as we enter my room, I shove her against the wall, taking in her delicious scent. I fight the urge to mark her on the spot.

“OK, Master,” she replies to my question.

“It is Don to you, little mate” I correct her, and she flinches as if she is expecting me to hit her.

“Don’t be scared of me. I will never hurt you” I say to her, hoping she believes me. She nods and licks her lips, and something breaks within me. I crash my lips against hers, and she quickly responds, running her soft fingers through my hair as she deepens the kiss. It is amazing, and I quickly realize that what I am doing is not right. I need to respect her. She is young, probably not yet an adult, and I need to accept that. I immediately drop her on the bed and leave the room.

She does not leave the room throughout the entire day. To be honest, I don’t want her to. When it is time for dinner, I send a maid to fetch her, and I send her a dress. A few minutes later, she comes down the stairs, and I almost fail at hiding the smile creeping up my face. She is so beautiful.

“Good evening,” She says, and I stand up.

“Good evening, you look beautiful,” I say, and she blushes. I help her into the seat right beside me.

Who is this young lady?”  my mom asks.

“A student from Were High” I reply, and my mother’s only response is a suspicious nod.

“You know, Don, you should mate with someone very soon, Kim for example,” Mom comments, and keeps picking at her food.

“Mum, not now. Please” I grumble under my breath, and she nods. I am suddenly concerned for Nala, and I glance her way, only to find the smile gone from her beautiful face” I am about to ask what is wrong, but she beats me to it.

“May I be excused”? she asks, and I nod, not wanting to upset her further. She eyes me and leaves the dining room.

“What is wrong with her” Kim asks. Yeah, I know Kim is here. My parents really like her and they take her to be part of the family already.

“Nothing,” I say flatly, and the matter ends there.

When dinner is over, I go back into the comfort of my room, only to find Nala snuggled up in one of my old shirts, peacefully at peace. I grin. Who knew that seeing her in my shirt would be this sexy? I change into my pajamas, tuck myself in bed beside her, and I wrap my arm around her. Pulling her closer, I stroke her long hair for a while before I also fall asleep.