The Hybrid's Submission ON HOLD

Tending to What's on My Mind Φ

"Sweetheart." A voice whispers above me. I groan, rolling over, I pull the blanket over my head.

"Sweetheart. You have to get up." The voice is deep and rough. Even though I only known the voice a short time, I can pen point that voice in a crowd.

Yawning, I throw the blanket off of me. Our eyes meet, his bright green eyes. His black long hair flowing down his shoulders, the ponytail must of broke off some time during the night.

He's so handsome.

It's no wonder he's a man-whore. I can still smell the scents under his. Should I tell him how I feel about it? That I'm not confident in us. In him.

"Something's on your mind. Speak to me." Sev looks me in the eyes, a silent order in his eyes.

I know he needs to know what is hindering my mind. Slowly sitting up, I cross my legs as I look down at my hands.

Taking a deep breath, I feel my eyes trail up his body to his eyes. His eyes holds patience.

"I don't like it." I whisper, looking back down at my hands.

"What don't you like?" Sev ask, nervously.

Swallowing, I feel tears fill my eyes. "I smell your impurity."

"Sweetheart!" Regret coats his voice.

"I'm not my mate's first!" I choke out, my lungs squeezing. It hurts worse now that I said it out loud.

In less than a heartbeat, my body is pressed against Sev's chest, my tears staining my cheeks and his chest.

"Shh, love. I know it hurts." Sev rubs my back, trying to calm me down.

If he thought that would calm me down, it doesn't, having the opposite effect. He doesn't know this pain. Pulling away, I wipe my tears as I glare at him.

His face twists to confusion, as I glare harder. "How do you know how it feels to know that your mate slept around?"

I crawl off the bed, when I'm on my feet, I turn, crossing my arms as I wait for him to answer my question.

"I can't take it back, but do know that I regret it dearly." Sev's eyes holds the truth.

"You didn't regret it when you had sex. Why regret it now?" I spit out at him.

That must of caused him to snap a little, for the next second I'm pin to the bed with a trillion ton of werewolf on top of me. His eyes are glowing blue. His canines out. His muscles are flexed, trapping me to the bed.

"I'm over a hundred years old! After some time I never thought I'll meet my mate! I have needs that needed to be filled! If I would of known it would of hurt you this bad, I would of never been with them!"

Tears are flowing down my cheeks. Sev's face softens as he wipes my tears. "Sweetheart. Please stop crying, I'll do anything for you to be happy with me."

I look up at him with watery eyes. "Answer me this." I pause when he nods his head, I ask my question.

"Do you really want me?"

Sev looks taken back, like he can't believe I would ask that question.

"Of course I want you. I've been waiting for you since I turned of age. I need you, not because I need a Luna, but because I need someone to share my life with. That person is you, my mate."

As I listen to his little speech, my heart warms. "Really?"

Sev brings his lips to my forehead. Pressing gently, I feel the amazing sparks. Closing my eyes, I saviour his imitate touch.

Pulling away, he smiles down at me. "Yes really."

Just the words I wanted, or needed to hear. Hopefully I don't regret this. If he's lying, I'll skin him alive and then set him on fire limb by limb.

I can't change the past, so I'll try to let it go, hopefully. I don't this to be what keeps us from being happily mated.

I want him, and as he said, as does he.