Forsaken [MxM]

Chapter 7: The Deal

Ivan

I layed in bed, listening to Thorin's heartbeat, his breaths. They were small reassurences that he was here, with me. Was this an invasion of privacy? Maybe so, but with werewolves it's kindof hard not to hear things.

My eyebrows furrowed when I heard Thorin's heartbeat getting faster, stronger, his breath coming out in short gasps. What was going on over there? Then a sharp gasp. I clutched at the blankets, finding it difficult not to go over there and check on him.

But, slowly, his heartrate returned to normal and his breathing steadied. What the hell was that about? Instead of jumping up, storming into his room and demanding to know what was wrong like some obsessive boyfriend- I remained lying on my bed.

I had invaded his space enough for one night, and I think right now he could use a little space. But I don't want space between us. I thought, groaning. I rolled onto my stomach and clutched at my pillow, muffling the noise.

Did I really expect my mate to fall instantly in love with me? Maybe. It's my own damn fault for having unrealistic expectations. Right now, Thorin doesn't like me, and he seems very intent on keeping it that way. Is it simply prejudice against having a mate- or is it something else?

Something more? "Doesn't matter where I am from, all that matters is that I am here now." His words from earlier thundered in my head. "This pack, Thorin was in the pack too, but that was before. . . " What? What where you going to say?

"I can't tell you." He had groaned, eyes pleading with me not to push the subject further. "Please, just wait until your mate desides it's the right time to tell you." Tell me what? Something happened, something that made Thorin reluctant to speak of his old pack.

What could possibly be so horrible that Thorin would want to keep it secret? A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips when I realized something. . . He didn't tell me, which could only mean he cares about what I think.

If he wanted nothing to do with me he would have told me in hopes of frightening me off, but he didn't. He's trying to hide it, which means there is hope for me yet. Maybe I am grabbing at straws, seeing something that just isn't true. But what's wrong with having a little hope? I got up and crossed the room to shut off the lights, then pulled off the clothes I had tugged on earlier, after Thorin had scolded me for being a pervert.

With nothing on but a pair of boxers, I crawled back under the sheets. I couldn't deny that I wished Thorin was here in bed with me, in my arms. I rolled onto my side and clutched at a pillow. It would have to do until Thorin accepted me full heartedly.

I let the calming sound of Thorin's heartbeat lull me to sleep.
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A scent, as sweet as brown sugar and spicy like cinnamon invaded my senses, bringing me from my sleep. I smiled, eyes still closed, but so happy to know last night wasn't a dream. I finally had a mate. Thank you Goddess.

I gave silent thanks, before sitting up and rubbing the lingering sleep from my eyes. I didn't need to look at the clock to know it was eight thirty, it's the time I always wake up. I sat up and threw my legs off the side of the bed, stretching my arms high above my head with a yawn.

I could hear Thorin snoring softly in the next room, telling me he was still sleeping peacefully. I nearly awwwed, my mate snoring. Goddess that's just so adorable. Shaking my head at my own thoughts I went to the dresser and grabbed some clothes to wear, usually I would just walk around in boxers since it is my house, but I doubt Thorin would appreciate it. I pulled on a pair of dark grey sweats, a white wifebeater and a pair of socks. Because the floor is cold as ice on my bare feet.