The Lycan’s Human Mate

“How did you learn about Lara?” I asked, baffled.

She raised an eyebrow and I noted how she grasped the plastic bags holding her belongings tighter, “I’m not supposed to?”

“No, it’s just-”

She interrupted me once more and I mentally added that she would be punished for that once she was back in my bedroom. The only thing I can hope for is that my little human mate enjoys being spanked since I enjoy painting and kneading her crimson ass. Just the thought of it makes me hard.

“It’s alright, you don’t need to explain, but to answer your question, she came into the neighborhood earlier with her grandma and she talked about you going to the library every Wednesday,” she said.

I restrained the grin that was starting to appear on my face. I think my sweet little mate was jealous. My inner wolf and I are thrilled to know that my precious little mate doesn’t want to share, which clearly she was yet to accept.

“She was no one to me, Jaidyn. There’s only one woman for me and she was in front of me right now” I declared, looking intently at her emerald eyes. It never fails to captivate me. She merely takes a deep breath and smiles shortly before turning around and leaving.

Despite the fact that I can hear her heart beating rapidly, she remains calm. As she went, I observed her flawless round ass, thin thighs, and curves. She was perfect and I can’t wait to be inside of her once more, this time without the influence of alcohol.

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Jaidyn’s Pov

It takes a lot of willpower to resist the urge to bolt for my cabin and bury my face in the pillow to hide my scream. My cheeks were on fire. When I got to my cabin, I closed the door and tried to calm my heart by taking a few quiet breaths.

Why does he have to be so direct in saying that?

My heart racing at such straightforward words doesn’t help either. I realize how pitiful I am. I was moved by such kind remarks after I had just broken up with someone. My mood suddenly turned sour as I remembered my failed relationship. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

It’s ironic since Anthony was my boyfriend for eight years, but even after all that time, he still doesn’t consider me worthy of being his wife or soul mate, even though I once thought of him as such. And here I am again, enjoying a man’s company.

What if all Traian sees in me is easy pickings, something he can have his way with because I am an outsider? What if he was acting in this way because he knew because he knows I am vulnerable to my breakup? And I obviously didn’t learn my lesson because I continue to allow myself to be swayed by his gestures.

I set the plastic bag on the kitchen table and shake my head, attempting to get the memory of it out of my head. I kept myself occupied by storing all the items I purchased. I don’t have any plans for today other than to prepare my favorite food, and I just hope I can summon the courage to go outdoors. Claire was not around, and so was Cayden. And I don’t even know where Sally and Kate were living.

I started putting together the ingredients for my guacamole-tossed salad. Soon after I finished it, the sight of it made my stomach growl from hunger. I pulled up a chair and sat down, relishing the cuisine I had prepared and my blueberry smoothie. Although I had no intention of doing one, the sight of fresh blueberries in the grocery store caused me to reconsider.

I ate quietly, but as I savored each morsel, a sense of loneliness gripped me. I rarely eat alone. I’ve been eating with Anthony for the past few years. Even though we are all complete strangers, I can dine alone in restaurants because I am surrounded by others who do the same. Nevertheless, I am surrounded by people.

However, at this very moment, I am dining alone in this cabin and that fact has grasped my heart, exposing the wounds that my love for my ex-fiance caused. It was the feeling that I thought I had lost while I was with Traian. His powerful presence caused the deep-seated ache to disappear. He was taking control of it. But right now, right this moment, it was choking me. It was palpable. I

pinch a piece of green salad with my fork and put it in my mouth. As I chewed on the green salads, my hold on my fork grew tighter. My throat becomes tight, and my eyes hurt. I set my fork down and covered my face with my palms when I felt a tear start to trickle down my cheek. I sobbed quietly as I remembered the occasions when Anthony would tell me in-depth details about his day while we were eating.

Between the two of us, he was the better cook. Even when my food was bland or too salty in the early years of my cooking attempts, he would still eat it.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

I told myself in a whisper, “Stop Jaidyn. Stop thinking about him,” as if doing so would at least slightly lessen the hurt.

He would nevertheless consume my food in the early years of my cooking attempts, even if it was bland or too salted. I’m not sure what happened. I have absolutely no idea what happened or how I got into this situation. He didn’t give me any reasonable explanation. He just turned me down, acting as if the past eight years had never happened. Like he hasn’t felt anything during those years.

After sobbing for a while, I got up and set my food and half-drunk smoothie on the sink because I had no appetite to eat. I prodded to the living room and switched on the TV. Even though I disliked the show that was being shown on the two channels, I persisted in watching it in an effort to fall asleep and distract myself from the hurtful thoughts creeping into my head.

I did not have to fight it for very long when sleep finally visited me.