Chapter 5
POV: Cain?
I knew I shouldn’t have followed her but I couldn’t help myself.
I needed to make sure that she got home safe, especially since I saw how flustered she was during the interview and when she left.
And the worst part of it all was that I let her leave.
I let my mate walk away—the mate I had wanted for so long—the mate I needed—the mate I dreamed of—I just let her walk away…like she was nothing to me.
Goddamn her for being human.
If she wasn’t human I knew what I would’ve done.
I would have marked her right then and there and made sure that she never left my side.
But her being human…well it changed absolutely…everything.
It turned my entire world upside down and inside out and left me with more questions than answers. It complicated fucking everything. Everything.
But werewolves, especially Alpha’s, were overly possessive by nature. Once they catch a scent—once I caught her scent, it sent my entire body into overdrive, mind included.
So, I did the only rational thing I could think of. I followed her home.
She took awhile to leave the elevator, then leave my building, but her scent was impossible to miss.
Jasmine.
The forest after it rains.
Cinnamon.
I tracked her instantly, passing a corner, then another, then catching back up to her with my swift strides.
There she was, walking slowly, breathing heavily, trying to regain her thoughts more than likely.
She would be a prime target if I was a predator. I could easily shove her into an alleyway or shove her into my car or drug her or even place a tracker into the open bag she held from arms reach.
Naive girl, I muttered to myself as I followed from a few people behind. Silly human girl.
Another reason why I should convince myself that a human mate is not a good option for Luna. Aside for the usual stipulations, the pack would never accept her, neither would they accept children if we had them, they’d always be considered half breeds, not Alpha’s, and neither would she probably accept a life within a pack with werewolves and away from her kind—humans.
It was an impossible future to consider or even think of.
And every rational thought of mind knew that there was no way this girl should be my mate.
While, every animalistic part of me argued for otherwise.
My wolf was nearly jumping at the very thought of her—thinking of marking her, of solidifying the bond once and for all.
While, the human side of me was thinking just as damning thoughts, about fucking her until she cried my name—-over and over again—marking her—-marking her along every inch of her body if I needed to—-and then marking every inch of her with my cum.
Wolves are territorial. And Alpha’s are even worse.
She came to a stop in front of an Italian restaurant, brushing her long blonde hair behind her back with a shake of her head.
Her scent wafted over me again, almost crippling me in public.
I shook off the feeling even though it was nearly impossible to do so and kept my eyes on her.
She hadn’t noticed I’d been trailing her, which is another concern, as I’m a predator, and there’s many more out there like me—-and even worse human predators, too.
She darted into the restaurant as if it was a sort of relief for her then snuggled herself into a corner booth, alone.
Alone.
Good girl.
I was praising her as if she belonged to me.
I was fucked, truly fucked.
I changed my position across the street, so I could watch her more clearly, to make sure no one bothered her and to make sure she wasn’t waiting on a date.
I watched her until she got her wine, then her food, then a second glass. I watched her facial expressions change as she thought to herself—probably about our encounter earlier, goddess, I hoped she was thinking of me.
I sounded like a pathetic teenage girl right now, but at that moment, as I watched her safe and protected under my gaze, I didn’t care.
My wolf begged me to go inside—to go speak to her—to claim her—to do anything but what should be done. But I knew if I did go inside, her scent would overwhelm me again and I would be a goner.
So, I had to be smart about it. I had to keep my distance, for both of our sakes.
Just as she took another sip of mine, her eyes darted to the street, and landed on me.
She saw me.
She knew I was there, watching her.
Luckily, she took time, as all humans did to reelevate what she saw, and blinked her eyes closed.
I took it upon myself to disappear.
But I knew that she wouldn’t disappear.
I knew that she would remain and filter into my every waking breath for as long as I refused to reject our bond or chose to solidify it.