My Scared Mate w/voice narration

7|Skye

This is too much. It's all too much.

I make my way back to my apartment, the late-night air crisp against my skin. The walk, short as it is, gives me time to think. The revelation about Heather and Michael, Jayleen's words, the world I've been thrust into – it's like waking up from a nightmare only to find out it's all real.

Heather is mated to a werewolf. And Jayleen... Jayleen says he is my mate. The concept is foreign, completely out of my realm of understanding. But there's a certain pull, an undeniable connection that makes me want to believe him.

I push open the door to my apartment, the dimly lit space offering me a sense of familiarity and comfort. As I shed my coat and kick off my shoes, I let my mind wander back to the conversation earlier tonight.

"We were meant to be," Michael's words ring in my ears. "Just like you and Jayleen are."

Meant to be. The phrase is heavy, weighted with a sense of destiny and fate. It's overwhelming, daunting even. But why does it also feel so right?

I slump onto my couch, a sigh escaping my lips. It's been a long night, the longest in a while. My mind is a whirl of thoughts, questions, doubts. I need time. Time to accept, understand, and decide.

Yet amidst the chaos of my thoughts, one question prevails above all – what does all this mean for me? For my future?

As I drift off into an uneasy sleep, the image of Jayleen's warm eyes and sincere smile is the last thing that flashes across my mind. Maybe... just maybe, this could be a beginning of something new. Something good. I guess only time will tell.

Looking back now, I remember a figure in the shadows as I walked home. At the time, I'd brushed it off, thinking it was just a late-night wanderer or a trick of the light. But with the newfound knowledge of werewolves and mates, I now understand that it was one of Jayleen's people, ensuring I got home safe.

A shiver runs down my spine as I replay the memory. Not out of fear, but from a strange sense of comfort. They were there, silently protecting me, watching over me. It's a peculiar feeling, knowing that I have been under someone's protection without even realizing it.

Jayleen. He's been there all along, from the very start. It's overwhelming to think about - the implications, the meaning behind his actions. It's as if I've been living in a storybook, completely oblivious to the tale unfolding around me.

I sink deeper into my couch, my mind a whirl of thoughts. The very thought of him brings a warm sensation in my chest, an inexplicable connection that I can't deny. Even the stranger who was ensuring my safety, the unsaid promise in his actions resonates with me on a level I don't quite understand.

The world I've been thrust into is more complex than I ever imagined, teetering on the brink of fear and intrigue. But with every revelation, every new piece of information, I can't help but feel a strange sense of belonging. Like this is where I was always supposed to be.

As my eyelids grow heavy, I can't help but wonder about the man who was watching over me. Another player in this grand narrative, another connection I've unknowingly made.

This is just the beginning of my journey, and despite the uncertainty and fear, I can't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation for what's to come. Little did I know, my life was about to change in ways I could never have imagined.

Once inside the solitude of my apartment, my thoughts shifted to my father. The man Jayleen had spoken of with such clear distaste. The man who had, apparently, taken my mother's life. The reality of it made my stomach turn and my heart ache with a pain I had never known.

This was not how I had envisioned learning about my parents. As a child, I'd fantasized about them being adventurers or scholars, people of kindness and intellect. The cruel reality was a slap in the face.

I moved to the window, staring out into the quiet night. Kain, my father, a murderer... my mother's murderer. The thought was too horrendous to fully accept. My hands trembled slightly as I wrapped my arms around myself, as though that might ward off the icy chill of the revelation.

Every fiber of my being wanted to deny it, to refuse to believe that I was a product of such violence and hatred. But Jayleen had no reason to lie, did he? His voice when he'd spoken of it had been laced with genuine remorse and anger.

Tears blurred my vision, and I let them fall. For my mother, a woman I'd never known, and for myself. For the life I'd led believing I was alone, for the life I was now a part of, so full of fear and uncertainty.

Sleep, when it came, was a blessed relief from the torment of my thoughts. But even in my dreams, I couldn't escape the harsh truth of my existence. My mother's face, unknown but heartbreakingly sad, haunted my dreams. And Kain, a faceless terror, lurked in the shadows.

As dawn crept in, I awoke to a world that felt entirely different from the one I'd known just days before. But even amidst the pain and confusion, a small part of me was relieved. At least now, I knew. I had a name, a history, however horrific it might be. And that was something.

Tears stained my cheeks as I awoke, the remnants of my nightmare still fresh in my mind. The chill of my apartment did nothing to help the unease that settled in my bones. But even as the world outside my window slowly woke, I found myself stuck in the throes of my revelation.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur, every action mechanical as I prepared for another day at the café. Each movement felt like a small victory, a tiny step towards normalcy. But the haunting image of my mother and the monstrous figure of my father lurked in the back of my mind, colouring everything with a faint shadow of despair.

Arriving at the café, I was surprised to find Maggie already there, her face etched with concern.

"You alright, Skye?" She asked gently, her eyes scrutinizing my tired features. Her worry was palpable, stirring a pang of guilt in my chest. I forced a smile, not wanting to burden her with my troubles.

"Yeah, just a rough night," I responded, busying myself with the routine tasks that usually brought me comfort. But even the familiar scent of coffee and the hum of the espresso machine did little to ease the turmoil within me.

The café was busier than usual that day, the townsfolk trickling in for their morning caffeine fix. Amidst the chatter and clatter, I found my thoughts wandering back to my parents. To the family, I'd never know, and the family that had claimed me as their own. The Silver Pack.

In the midst of serving customers, my eyes kept drifting towards the door, half-expecting to see Jayleen walk in at any moment. The thought of him brought an odd mix of comfort and fear. I was scared, yes, but I also felt drawn to him. A strange pull that was hard to resist.

It was then that I realized I was no longer alone in my journey. I had Jayleen and his pack. A group of strangers who were more family to me now than my own father. This realization brought a strange sense of calm over me, giving me the strength to make it through the day.

The day eventually drew to a close, and as I locked up the café, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I wasn't alone, and for the first time, it wasn't a source of fear, but comfort. I was being protected, watched over by those who had claimed me as one of their own. And although the road ahead was filled with uncertainty, for the first time, I felt a glimmer of hope.