Chapter 31: HE WAS MY MATE

**Ellen Evans **

I envied Lydia.

I was indeed jealous of her and all she had but not in a bad way, in a healthy way.

She had a lot.

A loving family being the first and foremost reason why I would want to be her if I had a chance to do that.

Her parents were over joyed to see her.

They did all miss her. Her mother cried a bit and her father scolded her for not coming home often.

Then, she had introduced me to them. They had taken me like family instantly on account if her.

Her mother had questioned me a little and then asked me to stay with them if I had nowhere else to go in the Hyran pack.

It had been a sweet and loving gesture, and I had agreed to it.

After all, it would be better to do that than be alone, on my own with nobody to lean on, without a family.

Lydia was fun.

Her brother was nice.

And her parents were lovely to me.

What more could I ask for to start a new and better life than all of these happenings? I would not let them down, for taking me in and loving me.

We all sat in the living room and talked for a while on different topics.

I did not speak, I just listened to the different things that each was saying about their lives.

Lydia talked about her school life and adventures. I learned that she was a nurse. She was in her penultimate year in school.

She talked of how studying nursing was stressful and how she had wanted to give up sometimes but never had the courage to because she did not want to let down any members of her family.

She was a filial daughter.

Simon teased her about the matter which led to talking about Pascal as he had come to her defense.

Simon told his friend that Lydia had a crush on him from when she was little.

Lydia was shock.

I could tell that Simon was not lying from the look that appeared on her face. But it also let me know that she no longer had any sort if crush on him.

She must be in love with someone else.

I wondered then if she had found her mate yet or if she was like me.

Drake was the only quiet person. Like me, he said nothing throughout the entire conversation until Karen had finished cooking and asked us to the dining.

Karen was Lydia's mum and she had asked me to call her that.

We all went to the dining and sat at the table to eat.

A while later, Drake slipped out in between the meal, taking an excuse. He told Simon that his master had arrived.

I wondered what sort of master he was talking about or if he was a slave.

My imagination was wild.

Soon, the three of us were done with dinner and I helped to take the dishes to the kitchen where I assisted Lydia and Karen to wash them up.

When we were done with everything, I left them to talk and catch up, hoping to slip into the living room and get my phone.

I needed to call or send a message to Zedd and tell him how everything went and where i was.

He must be growing worried.

I suddenly realized that I missed my brother because of all the life that had been spreading and circulating round me since I came to Lydia' s home.

I met no one in the living room and wondered where everyone had gone to so quickly. It had not been so long since Karen, Lydia and I had finished washing up the dishes.

As I walked to my traveling pack, a very unique scent wafted into my nose just as my wolf stirred violently inside of me.

The rich redolence shrouded my understanding and corroded the whole of my thinking in a pleasant way.

What was this?

I turned, suddenly trying to pin point where on earth that heavenly redolence was hitting me from.

I followed it, that smell, my legs weak, my body hot as I chased after something I could not see, something so abstract yet solid, something so wonderful.

I found myself going out of the living room and out into the garden at the front.

There were two figures standing in the dark, feet away from me.

One was taller than the other. The other happened to be Drake. He was one of the guys who had come to my rescue earlier. He was one of Simon, Lydia's brother's friend.

That scent.

It was corroding my senses, stronger now as I had gone out and was staring at the two figures in a distance.

"Mate," Kayla kept repeating in my head, unable to sit still. I felt the sudden pressing urge to shift tight there and then, some of that courtesy of the over joyous Kayla who I was fighting alongside the mating urge.

I stumbled forward as the figure in the distance turned to me, seeming to notice me. He began to take long strides towards me. And since walking and movement was already becoming a feat, I halted and allowed him to come to me.

He suddenly stopped about two feet away from me.

I stared at him.

He stared back.

Though I saw nothing except his silhouette, I felt that incredible pull existing between the both of us.

He was my mate.

Kayla was violent on me, wanting to be let out. My legs shook and my eyes burned with the desire that nearly almost overwhelmed me.

His eyes were pitch black, deep and rich, drawing me in with all of the passion written on the surface of those wonderful orbs.

Whatever was affecting me was affecting him as much as it was doing to me.

No one told me that this thing, your first encounter with your mate, that this was how it went.

It was heart stopping, soul arresting and too over mastering. I feel like I was shrouded with all of the emotions that I had never felt before in all of my life

My skin burned hot, my eyes hooded, my body craved as much as my pussy grew wet with warm liquids that began to slip out of me. There was a fire running in me that I could not quench so easily.

I stumbled towards him since he had refused to move towards me anymore.

He stepped forward and caught me, in his arms and bringing me close, into his chest.

I saw his dark eyes better up close.

They were dark and pretty, mesmerizing and captivating. I felt my should fall deeper and deeper into them, tangling more with him on a deeper level.

"Mate," he said to me.

"Yes?" I replied unsure of what to say when all I wanted to do was to tear his clothes off of him and find out what was beneath all those sinews and muscles that was wrapped generously around me.

"I have waited so long for you," he said to me. I felt rather than saw his happiness.

"And so have I ," was my only answer to him just before he leaned down and planted a sweet kiss on my lips.