The Unwanted Mate: The Bond

Chapter 6:

Hannah POV:
I'm sitting in the hospital bed and my mind is going crazy with the information I just got. Luna Mary just told me that the man who carried me back into bed, the man who growls, thinks I'm his mate? Luna Mary says a mate is a wolf's destined partner, like a wife or husband, but that can't be true. If it is, then I can't t be his mate. I'm an amplifier. We don't get a husband. Our duty is to serve the coven. I am not worthy of a partner. Therefore, what she said then was not a surprise either. He doesn't want me. He wants the mate bond broken. I mean, how can he not? I wouldn't want to be stuck with me either!

"Usually, the bond is only broken if one of the mates dies before the bond is completed. But we have someone looking for possible ways to break the bond. In the meantime, we need you to stay here. The mate bond is a strong thing, and putting distance between two mates who have found each other but haven't completed the bond will only inflict pain on both of you. Or it will at least bring Marc pain. We are not quite sure how it will affect you" I hear Luna Mary say, but even though she is still sitting on my bed, just a few feet from me, her voice sounds distant and hollow. "Your covent has agreed to let you stay until the bond has been broken. We will not keep you here if you refuse, but we really hope you will stay as our guest so the pain can be avoided." Her voice becomes clearer, and I slowly turn my head and look at the man who claims me as his mate. I don't look at his face, but his body language says it all. His arms are folded over his chest and his body is tense. They ask me, but I know I have no choice. If I say no they will kill me to end the bond. I'm sure of it. So I do what I have to. "Yes" I nod my head. "I will stay"

"Great! Thank you Hannah. We'll get your things brought down so you can take them to Marc's house. You'll probably need some more of your stuff, so we're asking the witches to send you some more of your clothes and personal items" Mary says in a cheerful tone.

"I have all my stuff with me" I say in a low voice and hug my legs a little tighter.

"Oh. Okay then" I can hear the pity in her voice and feel the shame wash over me.

Wait! Brought to his house?! I will have to stay with him and not in the guest room I was shown earlier? Discomfort washes through my body at the thought of being alone with this man.

I stayed at the clinic for a few days for observation. But now I can walk without my legs giving in so the doctor discharge me. The last few days have been so scary. I'm surrounded by wolves. Surrounded by the most dangerous creatures that have ever walked the earth, and I have to live with them for who knows how long. I miss my mother. I miss our weekly talk while we wash clothes. I miss the way she always hums this tune that reminds me of my childhood. A tune she used to sing at bedtime. I sing the tune in my head over and over to calm myself. When I get scared, the wolfs know it. I'm not quite sure how, but they always know. My mother once told me that they can smell emotions. I actually think they can.

After being discharged, Marc shows up for the first time since Mary told me I should stay. He scares me a lot. I truly believe that he's gonna kill me if they don't find a way to break the bond. Why wouldn't he? Either he kills me or he's stuck with me. And he certainly doesn't seem to want to risk getting stuck with me. And honestly, who can blame him? I know I certainly don't.

"Let's go," Marc says as soon as he walks in the door. I get up from the bed and walk slowly towards him with my head bowed. I take my bag off the floor and quietly walk out the door. "Where are the rest of your stuff?" he asks and I suddenly feel embarrassed about my little bag containing my 2 dresses, a set of underwear, my toothbrush and toothpaste, a hairbrush and a single t-shirt to sleep in. "That's all I have" I say in a low voice. He says nothing and starts walking. I'm walking right behind him, or at least I'm trying to. He moves fast and I almost have to run to keep up with him. He walks out the door and heads straight for the black truck parked right at the end of the stairs.

He enter the driver's seat and I stare at the passenger door. I do not quite know what to do. Does he want me to sit in the passenger seat? I am not usually allowed to sit in the front, but there are no back seats? "Is the princess not able to open a door on her own? Do you want a servant to open it for you?" he shouts from inside the car. I open the door and ask "uhm. Do you want me to sit in the front seat?" My head is still bent while I stand in front of the open door waiting for his permission. "Do you see any other seats? Because I certainly don't! Unless you want to lie in the back." he snorts annoyed. "Sorry sir" I say and quickly get into the car.

After a short drive, he enters a driveway. In front of us is a large gray house with a lovely little front yard. The house has large windows, but the curtains are closed, so I can't see inside. I wonder how big his family is. It must be large considering the size of the house.

"What .. Not to your liking?" he says, leaving the car. I open the door and step outside as well. "It's huge! And so beautiful" I say completely captivated by the large building. He goes up the three steps to the front door and unlocks it. He leaves the door open and I assume that means he want me to follow. I go in and leave my shoes in the entrance. The living room is large and contains a large sofa with 3 sections and a table in the middle. On the wall there is a huge TV and speakers. The kitchen is inside the same room and with view of the couch and dining table that has 8 seats. I have never seen a kitchen like this. It is large and shiny and has chairs on the other side of the counter. Maybe it is so that he can watch his mother cook.

"Have you never seen a kitchen before?" He says and open the fridge and takes out a water bottle. "I have, just never something like this" I say honest. He takes a sip of the bottle and walks out the kitchen. "Keep up" he yells. I hurry after him up the stairs, and almost hit his back when he makes a stop.

"This is my bedroom. Don't ever enter. I value my privacy very much" he says, pointing to a door at the end of the hallway.

"This is yours" he says, pointing to a room opposite his own. "Mine?" I say puzzled. Do I get my own room? I don't understand. Why wouldn't I sleep with the other servants? "Yes yours. Or do you prefer to sleep in my bed?" He says with a smirk and moves closer to me. I take a large step back from him "No! No, I just don't understand why I get my own. I can share with the other servants" I say, preparing for the answer that I can just go down and find the servants' chamber. "I have no servants" he says dryly. "So you can sleep in there, the couch, the garden, I don't really care. Just stay out of my bedroom" he says firmly. No other servants? Then I guess I'll have my hands full. But I get my own bedroom so it doesn't matter! "Thank you" I say and stare at the bedroom door. "I'm not going to open the door, if that's what you're waiting for" he says in an annoyed tone. I open the door and enter the lovely bedroom. The bed is a queen size and has a bedside table with a lamp and a vase. The large window lights up the room and the white curtains dance in the wind. There is a large white closet in the corner and an open door leading into another room. I go into the other room, and smile when I see that it is a private bathroom. It has a private bathroom! I smile so much that my cheeks hurt a little. I close the door behind me and go to the closet, open the door and hang my dresses on the empty hangers. I leave the bag inside the closet.

My joy is quickly replaced with fear when I see that the key has been taken out of the door. I am in a werewolf house and I can not lock the door. What if he decides to break the bond now? Or if he decides we should share a bed anyway. Mary did say that they view their mates as a wife, so i guess he has the rights to my body. It will be impossible to get any sleep at all with him across the hall.