14

I awoke to a double bed wrapped in black sheets. The sun shone brightly in the large room due to the window front through which one could look into the forest. With difficulty and moaning softly, I sat up and put my hand on my head. Then I took a closer look at the room I was in. Closed built-in cupboards in elegant, sober black material decorated one side of the room.

A chair and a fold-out couch sat on a large, soft carpet. There were also shelves on the wall and a desk with a chair, also all in black. I narrowed my eyes and leaned against the bed frame. What happened? I remembered seeing Damian in the school yard and immediately falling into deep doubts. Damian had asked me if everything was alright while he held my face in his big hands.

From then on I knew nothing more. So how the hell did I get into a strange bed? Of course, that should really worry me, but I felt like I didn't have to. And I decided to trust that feeling.

Dam-? Before I could finish my thought, Damian burst into the room. First he looked around frantically before he turned his gaze to me and came towards me with quick steps. He knelt on the floor and then looked up at me. He looked tired. A pale face, deep circles under his eyes and his dark eyes that now showed so much concern. Worry about me I realized.

What's up?

"What's up?" Damian ran a hand through his hair. " You fall down in the middle of the schoolyard and then stay unconscious for three days." I sat up in shock. "Three days?" "Yes. And as if that wasn't enough, we've also had a massive storm for the past three days, making life difficult." He took a deep breath to calm himself, and then looked at me with clear eyes.

As if only now realized that I was really awake. "The school had to close and almost no one dared to go out anymore. The animals in the forest are going crazy. Some of them attack us. You have to imagine this.

A squirrel attacked us yesterday. Bit one of my best warriors on the arm. The wound still hasn't healed." I looked down. It was because of me. I wasn't feeling well, so it had to have an impact on nature. The animals hadn't felt my presence for a long time and were now going mad.

"What about the moon?" I asked Damian. He looked at me confused.

"What about that?" "Did you notice anything? Something that wasn't with the moon before this storm?" I looked at him intently so he understood that this question was really important.

"He hasn't been seen for the last few days. Was obscured by clouds that were probably coming from the storm." I nodded briefly. Even though this all sounded pretty serious, it relieved me. Because it meant that nature was only going crazy because I was unconscious. So it would get better in the next few days. A sigh escaped Damian's mouth. I looked at him confused.

What is it? He frowned briefly when I spoke to him about thoughts. I dont know. I just wanted to meet you and then you stare at me then close your eyes. And then you just stand still. Do you know what I was worried about? And then you also fall over and I didn't know what to do.

He spoke faster and faster and his gaze twitched nervously around the room. I took Damian's hand in mine and then ran my thumb down the back of his hand. He closed his eyes and just seemed to focus on my touch. It's okay.

I smiled cautiously at him. I carried you here. you are in my house This is my bedroom.

Oh. I felt the heat shoot up in my cheeks. A slight grin crept into Damian's mouth. Then he got serious again.

I called the pack doctor, but he had no idea what was wrong with you. And then all of a sudden the school principal was standing in front of my door and started yelling at me. He'd kill me, slowly slicing every inch of skin off my body if you didn't get better soon, he said. A shiver ran through him as I first giggled and then smirked. Although I didn't expect such behavior from Mr. Tally, it suited him. Damian didn't seem to share my amusement, instead he was still looking at me worriedly.

What is it?

I don't think you can imagine what a shock it was when you suddenly passed out. I held you in my arms and didn't know what about you. I didn't fucking know what was going on with my soulmate! My eyes widened.

My thumb stopped in his touch and Damian seemed to realize what he had just said. Like a hunted animal, I jerked my hand back and then fled to a corner of the room. I ruffled my hair with one hand. I definitely didn't care that I probably had a haystack on my head because my hair was still pinned up. I had known. No, I had guessed it. I just knew it was going to be like this.

Everything fell into place to come to this conclusion. The signals, the feelings that awoke in me when Damian was around. Also, he was a werewolf. He had to know this. Still... "That's not possible," I said, trying to keep my tone calm. Damian got up.

"I'm well aware of that, but that's how it is." "No, that can't be right. I'm human and there are no connections between mortals and immortals. Also, companions have roughly equal power balances in order for them to survive the connection. So it can't be done." so many lies But I had to tell.

Maybe Damian believed me and he fell in love with someone else. He wouldn't be able to have children with that person since she wouldn't be his mate, but at least he would have someone.

My train of thought was interrupted when a hand lifted my chin and I looked Damian straight in the eyes. He had positioned himself in the corner with me and braced himself with his arms against the walls, so that I was trapped between the wall and him.

"I know there's every indication that we're not mates. But do you honestly think I wouldn't recognize my own soulmate?" he asked in a dark voice.

I skipped the question.

"How about we just pretend that's not true? You can get on with your long life happily with a wolf and I can just get on with my life as well." Damian lowered his head further until his long lashes caressed my cheek.

Breathing in shakily, I closed my eyes as I felt his warm breath and finally heard his voice in my ear.

"My dear Alina", he stretched out my name.

"I don't want anyone else. I will never settle for anyone else. I want you. Only you." That was too much for me. Too much romance, excitement. Too much sexual tension. A gasp left my mouth as I grabbed his upper arms for someplace to hold on.

Damian pulled his head back and growled slightly. "I think it would be better if you let me go.

Otherwise I can't guarantee anything." His hungry eyes traveled first to my mouth, then over my body and finally to my neck. I quickly took my hands back and pushed even further into the corner.

Damian took a few deep breaths in and out before looking at me with his now black eyes. Then he took an arm off the wall, to give me a passage. I slipped through it quickly and managed to put several meters distance between us again. Hopefully enough for both of us to get back to our normal ways.

"How about we just talk for a bit?" I suggested sheepishly. "Talk?" It didn't really seem to be what Damian wanted now. "Yes, to distract us." "So you agree that we are soul mates?" "Well, you're a werewolf. If you don't know that, who else is. Soulmates are an important part of being a werewolf.

I don't think you would lie to me about that." Damian nodded and then sat down on the sofa with slow steps. He pointed briefly to the bed and said: "You don't have to stand there like that.

And if I sit here, nothing will happen. Hopefully. So if you want, sit down." I followed his request and let myself sink onto the soft bed. " Why is it so strong now? That urge? You didn't act like that before." "Assuming it and actually knowing and saying it are two different things." He leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head, causing his muscles to tense. I quickly turned it Look away

."So, you wanted to talk." He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah... you've got some cubs in the pack here. Does that mean you have several soul mates here?" "No, unfortunately not. Soul mates are becoming rarer, which means that there are fewer and fewer newborns. Most of the young wolves that now go to your school, among others, are orphans. We usually find them by accident when we are hunting and take them into our pack.

They wouldn't survive alone in the wild."

"Why do you think there are so few soul mates?"

"I don't know. Maybe the moon goddess is joking with us." He laughed dryly. "But actually I don't allow myself to judge about it. Everything has a reason and until recently I also thought I would never find my mate."

He smiled lovingly at me. This sweet explanation dampened some of the anger I felt when Damian dared to blame me for the Pushing shoes. On the other hand, he didn't know any better. "It's my turn. Tell me about yourself," he asked. I exhaled loudly.

"Um, I'm 16 and I've lived here with my aunt all my life. Unfortunately I don't have any pets. I also like to read and am quite a series junkie."

"Your aunt, huh?" His eyes narrowed a bit. It was clear that he would only concentrate on that part of my short presentation.

"I've never seen her before." "There's never been a reason for it before." "I've never smelled her either."

"Maybe you were just too distracted to smell her." "It's handy when the teachers aren't checking to see if anyone Said aunt has ever seen, right?" Although I didn't feel like it at the moment, I had to smile a little. Damian had probably made himself a little smarter. "Yes, that's right. It's really handy."

If we were to develop this subject any further, I'd have to resort to lies later, that wouldn't make sense even to me. So I needed a distraction. As an idea formed in my head of how to do this, I had to suppress a wicked grin. I leaned forward and bit my lower lip lightly. "Do you really want to talk about my aunt now?"

Damian stared at my mouth and clawed the poor sofa.

"You really enjoy provoking me, don't you?" I grinned and then gave a mock innocent shrug. "How did you get it?" A tremor went through Damian and faster than I could blink, he was over me and pressed me onto the mattress. I looked up at him in shock. I hadn't expected that.

"You can't imagine how great my desire is to tag you", he breathed softly. "But I can't take the risk. So I want to kiss you, but I don't want to scare you either. That means I have to take it slow. And you have no idea how difficult that is." While he held my wrists with one hand above my head, he gently stroked my cheek with the other and then blew light kisses under my ear.

A shudder ran through me and I arched my back slightly as the pleasure washed over me. Damian's hand now trailed from my neck along the outside of my bust and then swept down my waist before grabbing her and pulling her closer to him. A groan escaped me. And then my stomach growled. My lust was replaced by hunger and I looked Damian in the face, who was looking at me with amusement.

"I like pancakes. One more thing about me that you didn't know." My voice was breathless and I felt a little silly talking about food right now. But I was hungry. Besides, I was sure that when I wouldn't stop now, begging Damian to take me right now. Damian shook his head in amusement before straightening up and releasing me.

"Then I'll make you some. After all, I don't want you to starve." He looked at me almost arrogantly, as if he wanted to make it clear to me that he could still satisfy my hunger in other ways.

I quickly took his outstretched hand and heaved myself up. When Damian me As I was about to let go and leave the room, I continued to hold his hand and murmured, "Would you mind getting me something else to wear?" Without a word, he went to one of the built-in closets and took out a white t-shirt and black sweatpants, which he gave to me.

"If you go out into the hallway and then take the right door, you'll get into the bathroom." I nodded and hugged his clothes closer to me.

"Thanks." He smiled and left the room. A short time later I heard a stair creak. I took a deep breath and ruffled my hair. I didn't know what I was expecting, but certainly not what had happened in the last half hour.

I followed Damian's instructions and entered a bathroom that was fitted with white tiles and underfloor heating. I sighed happily. I undid my hairstyle and got rid of my clothes, which I had definitely been wearing for too long. Then I entered the shower. I was sure, that showering had never felt so liberating. Wrapped in a towel, I stepped in front of the mirror that hung over the sink.

I looked at my blue eyes, pale blonde hair, and unnaturally pale skin. All qualities that defined who I was. I grabbed Damian's clothes and couldn't help but smell them.

A little embarrassed, I started to get dressed. Especially the t-shirt smelled strongly of Damian.

It was a smell I would probably never get enough of. Maybe I could try. Who knows, maybe I could confide in him at some point. We definitely had plenty of time, after all we were both immortal. A smile crept onto my face. I deserved to be happy.