His Human Mate

/2/

"My what?!" I nearly scream.

I think I'm going to faint.

Werewolves aren't real. They can't be. They are just something that I believed in way too much as a kid. They are just stories, fiction, no matter how much I wanted to believe as a kid.

"Michelle, are you ok?" The sexy, crazy, stalker guy named Apollo asks me while grabbing my arm.

I snatch my arm away from him, but not before I feel the tingles shoot up my arm again. Oh my god. What the hell is going on?

"Don't touch me, stay away from me!" I shriek, backing away quickly.

Hurt is clear in his features, but his voice is calm.

"Michelle,baby,calm down"

I feel a tingle run down my spine at him calling me baby.

"What, calm down, you just told me you are my mate! Oh god, this isn't real, I'm in a dream. Wouldn't be the first time I had a dream about meeting my mate."

A smirk rises to his face before it is washed away by worry.

"Michelle?"

Another shiver goes down my spine, just from hearing his voice say my name like that. I start to hyperventilate. This seriously can't be happening.

I close my eyes and place my hands on my knees.

"Breathe." I feel tingles throughout my back, the results of Apollo rubbing it soothingly.
This causes me to hyperventilate harder, my brain loosing more oxygen faster.

"Damn it Michelle !" Apollo whisper yells.

Soon all I can see is the sky, and I can feel Apollo's breath on the side of my face. My whole body relaxes in his arms as he carries me somewhere. For some reason, I feel oddly safe in his arms.

Just like in every werewolf book I've ever read.

I shake my head a little. No. This can't be true.

Oh, just believe already! Please don't be like every other human mate in werewolf books. My conscience scolds me. But the thing is, I don't want to believe. Books are just books. They don't compare to real life, no matter how much we wish they did. Books always raised my expectations of things, but they never turned out the same.

I heard a car door open, and not long after, my body was placed in the back seat of a truck. The truck. His truck.

"Oh, Michelle, you are so beautiful. I'm so lucky to have you as a mate." Are the last words I hear before my brain finally decides to turn off.

~~~~~~~

When I finally wake up, I take in my surroundings. Unlike people in books, I instantly remember everything that has happened today.

The walls are a beautiful light gray color, and the carpet a bright white. It was very soft and bushy looking. Kind of like my hair after I blow-dry it, but white.

The bed itself was gray, with white silk sheets on it. There were about 10 white and gray decorative pillows against the headboard with a small gray bench in front of the bed. The curtains were white at the top, then as they cascaded down to the floor, turned into gray.

Directly ahead of me was a large t.v on the wall, and a couple feet to the left of the television was the door. On my right was a white nightstand and a short hallway that I could see the end of from where I was sitting.

I uncovered myself from the large duvet and made my way down the hallway. Thankfully, I was still fully dressed in everything except my shoes.

I reached the first door on my right and opened it.