Page 5 of Stuck With His Mate
He stretches his hands towards me, asking for my leg, and with the way he calls my name, I would be hard pressed to deny him anything.
I stretch my leg out to him, and he captures it gently in one warm hand. His fingers are so long and thick that they effortlessly stretch all the way around my calf. They feel like a warm band around my calves, and can’t help but let out a sigh of contentment.
“Thank you Williem, for taking care of me.” I quietly say, gnawing on my lower lip in slight trepidation, and a lot of confusion at the feelings bombarding me. I don’t know why his touch makes my heart beat out of control.
Williem, crouched in front of me now, raises his head so his eyes meet mine. Our gaze stays connected by what I can only describe as electricity, it hums, both vibrant and hot at the same time.
He breaks the connection so he can attend to my wounds, and it is all I can do not to gasp, feeling like I had run a couple of miles.
“You are welcome Angelina, I only wish I had been there sooner. If I was then maybe you wouldn’t have to be here.” He replies, dabbing at the bite with antiseptics as I wince.
This is a shitty situation to be in, but I don’t regret meeting you, you beautiful man!
Williem’s lips curl in what is undeniably a smile, and I fear for a moment that he can hear my thoughts, but then my fear turns to mortification when I realize I am wet, and he must have gotten a whiff of that.
My face heats up in embarrassment, mostly because I don’t have a clue as to what I could possibly say.
“Delicious.” He mutters, almost too quietly for me to hear, but I do anyway. It doesn’t help with my blush, intensifying it instead.
“All done!” He declares as he finishes up wrapping the bandage around my calf. He stands up, and stretches out his hand to help me up.
Williem leads me to what will be my room, and in a couple of turns, we are at the door. He pushes the door open and I am impressed by how beautiful it is.
The room is completely cream, and the white and brown highlights make it seem airy and bright.
“Now sit still. I’m going to get clothes, and everything you need okay?” He requests and I nod my agreements, with no actual intention of following it.
Before his return I wander around the room, touching the bedside lamp; it is white with gold trimmings. It looks so dainty and pretty that I wonder if he had picked it out himself or if he had someone do it for him; a woman perhaps, I wonder darkly.
Williem returns with a suitcase full of clothes and toiletries as promised. We had forgotten returning to my dorm to pick up anything, and so these are the only clothing I have right now.
He now stands right outside the door, just looking at me with a hand in one pocket and he looks like he just needs a three-piece suit and he could be on Wall Street. At the same time he looks almost out of place in the house.
My mind seems to have placed him into the category of wild and dangerous, more likely to be found in a forest than inside a room.
“Thank you Williem. For saving me, and everything else too” I say gratefully but Williem just waves noncommittally, deferring my thanks.
“Goodnight” I say, feeling little and vulnerable, unsure of what I would do with myself now that I was here, in the middle of nowhere land. What about school? This is so fucked up!
“Goodnight Angelina. Don’t worry too much about everything else.” Williem seems to read my mind effortlessly. He runs his hands through his hair, musing it up in the process, and I know that the stress of the day didn’t leave him unscathed.
I push the door closed, resting my back against it. I feel overwhelmed by everything.
I take a shower, change my clothes, then sit on the bed to arrange my thoughts and plan for my next course of action. I am hit by a wave of exhaustion as the activities of the day catch up with me and before I know it I am out like a light.
It has been two days since I’ve been at the pack's territory, and getting introduced to several of Williem’s pack-mates is the highlight of it all.
Discovering that this was not just a couple of buildings as I had thought on my first night here, but an actual community of Lycans is a pleasant surprise.
I learn that each one of them is not only part of a family unit, but a pack member first. Feeling a sting of envy at the realization of the depth of connection between these people.
Having never experienced the feeling of family, seeing it leaves me with a bittersweet ache, and wishing I could truly be a part of it.
Williem has made it a priority to get me assigned to a group.
“This pack is a well-oiled machine, and we work so well because everyone has responsibilities they take very seriously. Do you understand?” He barks in what I imagine is his best sergeant voice.
Keeping myself from rolling my eyes with supreme effort, I respond in the affirmative.