Ashes to Ashes

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

I spread my arms out along the bed, stretching as I let out a moan. The bed was big and comfortable but was too cold. I couldn't help but feel despair as my hands met nothing but empty sheets.

My thoughts returned to the events of last night and I sat up in bed - remembering my predicament. Where is my mate? I ran a hand through my tangled messy hair as I looked around the room. My search was cut short when I saw him. My mate.

I'd forgotten how beautiful he was. it seemed impossible to me that anyone could look so breathtaking. His black hair fell in his face, partially covering his smoky eyes. He was doing up the buttons on his shirt and I let my thoughts wander to the glimpse I had caught of his bare chest before I mentally slapped myself for having such wanton thoughts about my kidnapper.

His eyes never left mine and I suddenly remembered the position I was in. I was wearing shorts and a tank top to bed, and my legs were on full view. I was leaning back on the bed looking like a mess and here my mate was looking so perfect. I blushed a deep shade of Scarlett to match my name and heard a rumble in my mates chest.

I sat up, smoothing my hair and trying to look presentable before pointing a finger in my mates direction.

"You, stay here." I ordered before running to the bathroom.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth and hair - all in under 5 mins. when I assured myself that I looked halfway decent I entered the bedroom. My mate stood by the bed.

"Well?" he asked.

"Well," I mocked him. "You have some explaining to do."

"I don't need to explain anything to you." he said shortly.

My patience was wearing thin, I was always snappy in the mornings.

"Why did you bring me here?" I started, "first you say I'm a rogue spy then you declare me as your mate." I blushed at the memory.

"You are my mate."

"I'm not a spy."

"I know."

"Then why -" I started.

"I am the Alpha to the most feared and powerful pack in the world. Being my mate puts you in danger. The crescent pack hates me and they would've killed you to weaken me."

"That's crazy, the crescent pack are my pack and they would never hurt me."

"Maybe, but they would've kept you away from me - this was the easiest way."

I should've been angry but my wolf was elated that we had found our mate and her feelings were seeping through to mine.

"So what now?" I asked.

"You stay with me."

"I can't! what about my friends, my school?" I asked.

My question seemed to throw him off.

"How old are you?"

"17"

I saw him tense at my answer.

"How old are you?"

"26." Wow - well I have always liked older men. Age wasn't a factor in werewolf matings - werewolves lived to 1000 years, our aging slowed after 18 years old - you could be a hundred and look 22.

"When are you 18?" he asked me.

"6 months." I replied - why was this an issue? "Why is that important?"