Priya/Ava's POV
I came back after shopping and a heated argument with John, I won, much to none of our surprise. I always win arguments.
I entered the hotel room, my mind wandering to the fresh, inexplicably amazing smell. I felt so good after smelling it. I knew it was my mate, but I shouldn't get my hopes up about getting a chance with him.
Don't get me wrong. I'd love to meet my mate, but I know that the moment I meet him, whoever he is, I'll get too attached to him. I'll want him to be safe above all else. I'll get him tangled up I the mess that is my life. I'll end up hurting him. Or worse, he may end up dead because he's my mate. Because I'm a rogue, because Vikram's still out there.
I sighed. Yep. This isn't going to get me anywhere. Thinking about this is not going to get me anywhere. I have made up my mind. I don't like Ram for trying to pry me away from my mate, even though I'm not trying to meet him.
My wolf whines at the thought of probably never meeting our mate. Our other half. The one that's made - no, - designed just for us.
Don't worry, girl. We'll clean up this mess and we'll get to see him. I assured her. But it sounded like I was trying to tell myself, too.
I hope so... She replied, still not happy about my decision to not follow the scent.
I can't have our mate die, Kritika! I deadpanned at her. Then I realized I shouldn't be so upset. She's just following her wolf instincts. It's what she's supposed to do. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out that way. I apologized.
It's okay. She sighed. I know.
I smiled. Thankful that my wolf didn't leave me like I have heard others' wolves do when they make such a decision.
You're welcome She grinned. I playfully rolled my eyes at her. I was grateful to her attempt to lighten the mood. I could practically see her wolf head grinning widely.
I sighed, falling down on the bed I was sitting on. I closed my eyes and forced myself to think of nothing. After a while of successfully doing so, I felt really good. I felt like a new person. I felt energized. I smiled as my wolf agreed.
Yep. I know how you feel. Although I wouldn't mind getting to stretch my legs as well, you know. She commented.
I rolled my eyes playfully for the second time today, making my way to where Ram was, to the other side of the room, deep in his own thoughts. When he saw me approaching, he came out of his trance and looked at me.
"Is it alright if I go for a run? Wolf form, I mean. Kritika really wants to be let out." I asked, hoping he'd understand and let me go.
He sighed, running a hand down his face. "Fine. But there is one condition." He said.
"Anything"
"Don't go around looking for your mate. If he's anywhere near you, link me. Alright? And don't forget - if I smell anyone on you, I'll be sure to hunt them down and slice their throats." He finished.
My mouth would have dropped at how direct and overprotective he was. But I expected it. So I just shrugged and agreed.
I was grateful to be allowed and my wolf was yapping in excitement. She might or might not have plans to 'accidentally' bump into our mate. *winks
I get out of the room and head downstairs. It's still pretty bright, and I have a lot of time, so I decided to explore the nearby forests. Of course we'd go to a place with forests! We wouldn't live in a concrete jungle unless there is an actual forest within a mile of our place. We're wolves. We need nature. It's literally our second home.
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The Black Wolf and her Mate
Werewolf[COMPLETE], [EDITED] ----------- No emotion, no weakness, no fear. This is all Ava Jenkins needs to survive two years at The Agency after being torn from her family twice. She's broken, but she puts herself back together. She's not afraid of anyth...