Chapter 3: First Shift

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^ Thorin ^

Thorin

My head ached and throbbed as consciousness came to greet me. Groaning, my head fell to the side. I instantly regretted the movement when pain flaired like fire through my nerves. I groaned again. "Open your eyes, love. Open them for me." A smooth, masculine voice washed over me.

A strange, warm feeling filled my chest at the sound of it, and I found myself wanting to hear more. Speak again, say more words. Say anything. I wanted to say, but the words were stuck in my throat.

My hand tingled, almost like little electrical shocks coursing through my fingers. The man's soft, warm hand was wrapped around my cold, calloused one. Almost lovingly. Like he was not holding a stranger's hand, but a lover's. The feeling from before grew stronger, and I was finding it increasingly difficult to breath.

What was this? My eyelids felt heavy as lead, but after a few tries I managed to open them. A plain, white ceiling greeted me instead of a dark night sky, it was only then that I realized I was on a soft bed and not the forest floor.

A strong scent assaulted my senses, hitting me with the force of a sledgehammer blow. The scent was an intoxicating mix of fresh rain and water lily. Mortem came forth, possessing me to look around the room until my eyes met a pair of vivid forest green ones.

As soon as our eyes met it was like lightning struck, my nerves sang and my body burned. "He is mine." Mortem growled possessively. No, no this isn't possible.

It can't be happening. But it was, standing right before me was my mate. I bit back a curse, clenching my fists so hard it felt like my knuckles would shatter under the pressure. I glared at. . . my mate, like he was a cockroach, that I so desperately wanted to crush under the heel of my boot.

A growl bubbled in my throat, but I managed to bite it back. "Just what I was looking for, a mate."  He flinched, pain slicing through his beautiful green eyes.

In an instant I wanted to apologize for my harsh words, and that only made my anger skyrocket. "And, just why are you so angry mate?" He fired, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. His powerful arms flexed with the movement, sending a bolt of want through me.

I should have raised hell, give him a good reason to reject me and forget my existence entirely- because that was for the best. It was the only way it could be. But instead my jaw seemed to have locked in place, as my eyes ran over every inch of his face.

His face looked like it was carved from granite, made to resemble a greek god. His jawline was smooth, clean shaven. His brow seemed to be stuck in a permanent furrow, like he had spent one to many days worrying. Blonde hair was cut short and had dark, nearly black roots.

And soft pink lips. . . they drew me in like a moth to a flame. But I was not going to be burned. I turned away, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. "Thank you for your help, but I think I will be leaving now." I said, standing.

He took a step closer, a mere foot between us. He was so close I could smell his peppermint breath fanning over me. So close, my eyes zoned in on his lips on, too close. I growled, walking past him, my shoulder slamming into his roughly as I passed. "I'm alpha of this pack." He said suddenly, I halted in the doorway, turning to look at him one last time before I left forever. "Good for you."

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