Forsaken [MxM]

Chapter 8: First Date

Thorin

After the . . . episode, Ivan gave me some socks and a pair of shoes to wear, having noticed that I was barefoot. He had frowned before bolting upstairs, and I, like a sane person, followed him up at a normal pace.

I had found him in his room, digging through his closet like a rabid mole, chucking clothes and other random crap behind him as he burrowed further and further. That is until he found the shoes. He made me try them on after forcing me into a pair of socks, and waited eagerly to see if they fit.

They did, strangely. Seeing as Ivan's feet were a few sizes smaller than mine. I shook my head at the memory, giving Ivan a sideways glance. He simply walked on, completely oblivious to my stare. My feet felt . . . weird to say the least. I wasn't used to wearing shoes.

I was used to feeling the grass beneath my feet, the dirt shifting underfoot. I was half tempted to just rip the things off and throw them deep into the woods, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I really didn't understand why either, and frankly, I didn't care. I had bigger problems. Like, right now, I was walking beside Ivan, through the pack, on the way to our first date. There were so many things wrong with that picture I didn't even know where to start. The pack, for one, seemed to hate rogues. Judging by the way some glared, or the way one woman actually grabbed her children and lead them inside.

Right. Because if I really was a child eating rogue, a wooden door could stop me.

Ivan

The pack was studying my mate like he was some newly discovered creature. A women's eyes widened when she saw my mate, and she quickly herded her children back into the house. I flinched, but understood her actions. My mate was a rogue, reason unknown.

And his disposition didn't help any, if anything his emotionless expression made the pack more weary. But a good majority of the pack didn't care, seeing as they too were rogues at one point.

And a few of them eyed my mate up as if he were a sirloin steak. My eyes narrowed on a packmember, as soon as he caught my glare his eyes widened and he quickly turned away. I was too busy glaring down members to notice Lea had came sauntering right over until her hand was trailing down my mate's arm seductively, a trick she used on many member's of the pack. "Well, hello there, I'm Lea, welcome to the pack. And what's your name big boy?" She said in a sultry voice.

A growl rumbled low in my chest, threatening to break free of my lips but at last second I managed to swallow it down. My eyes flickered, and I knew they were glowing brightly with the eyes of my wolf which was, at the moment, fighting to break free.

I grabbed Thorin's hand tightly, ignoring his sound of protest. Lea glanced down at our interlocked hands, then at the two of us. Once her eyes were locked with mine, I said "This is my mate, Thorin."

Her eyes went big, and she looked like she had nearly swallowed her tongue. "You keep an eye on him alpha," she said, raking Thorin with a hot stare, "Or I might just eat him up." Then she left, but not before giving my mate a flirtatious wink. I huffed, exasperated.

Did mate mean nothing to these people? I mean, come on. Finding your true mate is like winning the jackpot, and yet I have a handful of people ready to screw me over and take my mate as their own.

Even after I explained to her that we were mates she was still acting like a tramp. My hand jerked, tearing me from my thoughts and bringing me back to my mate, who was now trying to pull his hand free from my grasp.