The Unwanted Mate: The Bond

Chapter 30:

Marc POV:
We drive home in silence. My head is filled with a million thoughts and I can't seem to sort through them. The Alpha and Luna is hosting a party in honor of the prince in five days. It's not that they want to, but they have to. Anything else would be considered rude and impolite.

Hannah is finally getting comfortable around me and I just want to stay back at the house with her. Watch her sort through the endless amount of movies and see the spark in her eyes as she unwrap a piece of candy. When she told me that she had only tastes chocolate once at her sixteenth birthday I just had to get her some. I drove to the store and filled up a hole cart with any and every chocolate item I could find. The look on her face and the sweet delicate sound of her muffled moan as she ate the candy was priceless.

The prince usually goes for blond petit girls and lucky neither of the girls I have close to me fits that description. Well Kendal might, but for all I know he can have her. Hell she might even be a bit too much even for the prince.

Kendal practically eye-fucked me as we walked in the dining hall today. I could see Hannah tense up when she noticed and she even linked her arm in mine. I wanted to throw my arm around her shoulder and show her that she has absolutely nothing to be jealous off, but I have kept the physical contact between us at a bare minimum to make Hannah as comfortable as possible so when she is the one to initiate the contact I don't ever want it to end. The fact that she got jealous at all is surprising to me. She made it clear to me only a few days ago that she can't or won't ever be in a relationship. It made me feel angry and relieved at the same time. But I shouldn't feel any of those things. We are not going to be a couple. Not now not ever. Originally my plan was to find a she-wolf and mark her as soon as the bond with Hannah was broken. But now I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just not meant to have a mate. Maybe I'm supposed to be completely dedicated to being a warrior without having a mate to be worried about. But I still shouldn't care if Hannah finds another. So why do I?

"Do you think he'll pick a girl from your pack?" Hannah says low.

"I don't know. As far as I know he's quite picky and he hasn't ever chosen a girl from our pack. So hopefully he won't do it this time either"

"How can he treat his mates like that? And why would anyone agree to become his mate?" Hannah has been questioning a lot of things lately. But only when we are alone or with Joanna. When we go outside the house or out from Joanna's office it's like she withdraws into her shell. Today, when she grabbed my arm, was the first time I saw a crack in the shell.

"The mate bond isn't was makes us fall in love. The mate bond pulls us together and shows us that this person is the one who was created for us, but the feelings are ones we have ourselves. Clearly he isn't capable of that whatsoever. And for the girls.. well they do have a choice. He can pick whoever he wants and nobody can tell him no. At least not if they want live"

Hannah goes quite and I can practically see how she shuts down. It's like this wall towers up around her. Fuck.. "Hannah you know that the only problem with us is that we are different spices right?" For all I know she doesn't want this bond either.

"I know it could never work. I don't belong here. And I don't really think we would be a match anyway" she smiles but it looks all wrong. Like it doesn't belong on her face.

Wouldn't be a match? She finds me attractive I know she does. Doesn't she? I have smelled her arousal a few times. Never more than a faint scent but I definitely have smelled it.

We walk out the car and inside in silence. I can see her glance over at me once in a while and I can't decide if I should meet her gaze or leave her be. After a short while I meet her gaze and her cheeks turn pink immediately. Like I just caught her doing something forbidden. She blushes so easily and I have to admit that I find it quite sexy. Especially when she blushes and then bite her lip. Oh how I want to be the one biting down on it instead. NO! No I don't want that! I can't be wanting that!

"Marc" she whisper, snapping me out of my swarms of thoughts.

Without realizing it I have stepped closer to her our faces only inches apart. Yet she hasn't stepped away or looked away.

"Sorry" I say and take a step backwards "I was just in my head"

"What where you thinking about?"

You. How badly I want to taste you, to feel you, to here you say my name.

"I was wondering what movie we should see" I lie.

"Oh. Nelly suggested a movie called Lights Out. Said it was good. That it was more to your liking" Hannah say smile.

"Lights Out? A horror movie? Are you sure?"

"A horror movie?" She looks at me like I just said the craziest thing.

"A scary movie. Usually about death and haunted things. It's just a movie off course, but if you want to watch something else it's fine by me"

"Do you like horror movies?"

"Yea I do. But whatever you want is fine by me" I say not wanting her to feel pressured. I have never been a romance or comedy kind of guy, but Hannah likes it so I don't mind sitting through the endless row of romantic movies that somehow all seems to be alike, yet she seems surprised every time the main characters seem to fall in love.

"Then we'll try it. How bad can it be?"

An hour later and Hannah is practically hiding under her duvet refusing to look at the screen. I can here her heart beating slightly faster; she is scared.

"Hannah why don't we just turn it off?"

"No! I wanna see how it ends" she says from under the duvet. I can't help but laugh. "You're not even watching it"

She peaks out at the TV and then over at me, before she does something I definitely wasn't expecting. She moves closer to me. Every night we watch movies and every night we sit in different corners of the couch. But now I can easily smell her sweet vanilla scent. I smell it every night when I take my duvet back up to my bedroom. For some reason I can't help it. I don't want her to use her own. And I have seen her bury her nose in it. Clearly she doesn't argue either.

"You're not watching it" Hannah says low making me look back at the TV.

Suddenly I can feel her thigh brush against mine and her hand on my arm. She doesn't look away from the TV, but I swear she is moments away from crawling up into my lap, and how I would absolutely love it.

But she doesn't. She stays seated right beside me her thigh slightly pressed against mine and her hand on my arm. I'm not even sure how the movie ended, all I could focus on was her touch. From now on we only watch horror movies that much I know!