Chapter 6 Six

• 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.