Wolf...No. Werewolf...Asked Me To Be His Mate! (Completed, but not fully Edited)

chapter 31- Loving through distance (Edited...Kinda)

Zoey's P.O.V.

 The cold air made me shiver. For a werewolf this guy didn't have a warm bedroom, not like Toby did. It seemed like just another thing wrong with this whole mess, to me anyway.

I was hungry, but now I had to use the toilet, it seemed worse. I sat looking at the wall. Well, I wasn't aloud out of this room, something which he had made very clear to me, right from the start. "I'm hungry".

I knew he would have to leave me alone to go get something, so it was just another perk when the door shut as he left.

Time to get down to some thinking, there has to be a way out of here.

I needed to get things sorted.

So, Toby and his father had been apparently ly- "Hello?"

I groaned as I was dragged away by an annoyingly high pitched voice. Wait a minute, I know that voice from somewhere don’t I?  Wasn't that that woman from Toby's pack? The one with the little girl...

I didn't even get a chance to answer, because the door was shoved open and in stepped the woman from the pack with the little girl, just like I thought. "What the hell are you-" Her high pitched squeal made me shut up and cover my ears. "OH! You're HERE! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! OH, darling, we have so much to do! We have to-to-to...get you a change of clothes..."

She pulled a face as her eyes roamed over me and my clothes. What was wrong with them? I like them. I mean, yeah they weren’t label clothes but…

She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed. "Come’ come’ now. We are going to take you to my room and find you something nice, get you away from the smell of them". She pulled me along to the door and knocked on it. It was opened and before I knew it I was being dragged off. She pushed me into a room and shut the door, hurrying of I was left standing there.

I was just standing there confused and slightly awkward when she came back with a tone of clothes in hand. "Now, I'm not very slim at the moment, as you can tell by the baby bump, I've put on some weight, so my clothes should fit, if not a little tight".

I gaped like a fish. She had just called be FATE!

Who does she think she is? I'm quite skinny if you ask me, always have been from a young age. My dad always said it was better to be a bit on the plump side of things anyway.

A top was thrown at me. I looked it over and almost throw it back in horror. How was that meant to cover anything up? My bra had more material than that! "No. No, no, no, no and no!"

Her head sprung up at me. Sock was clear and crisp, as if I had insulted her personally. "Oh. Sweet heart, what do you mean, no? These are some of my best bits of fashion I own! You can't possibly turn them down!" I just shrugged it off. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to wear something that looks like it was made to show more than it covers, I just don't go for that kind of stuff".

I turned to leave, but all I managed to do was come face to face with her again. But, she was just by there... I turned and looked at the space she was in. How did she get there that fast? I didn't even see her move an inch.

Her face looked flustered. "But...dear. No offence but, you look like you just got dragged in from the streets. I mean, like a tramp. Besides, you have to show off some flesh. Tommy would like that. You are his mate after all. This is what your here for, him and his needs. So make yourself look more...take able or something please darling".

I felt my temper rise, what am I to her? A chunk of meet or something for her son?

Oh! I should slap her!

Her smile only made me feel like killing her more. "Well, that may be what YOU are here for, but I don't go around popping my breast out like a showcase for all to see. I'm not here for a man or a mate or to give him stuff on the side. I'm here to live and be myself and just as an add on, I like my clothes as well!"

I turned and made a bolt for the door. I could only imagine the look on her face. But I didn't have time to look and see. I had to get back before Tommy saw I was gone and blew his top. Even if I didn’t care about keeping him ‘happy’, I did care about my own health and I was planning on avoiding anything that could be bad for it.

I held my hand over my eyes as I walked out the door to shade them from the bright landing light. Is it night? But the clock said it was early morning before.

I stepped forward only to bump into someone’s chest. "Oh sorry I didn’t-" I stopped when I saw the look on Tommy's face.

Oh shit....

Toby's P.O.V.

There had to be a way. There just had to be. The water ran down my back and over each muscle like rain as it tried to relax me. It didn't do much of that...

DAMN THAT BASTARD!

I slammed by fist into the tiles of my wall. Stinging followed and I felt blood trickle down my arm before falling and mixing with the water turning it pink.

I can't believe him! I can't believe I once called him a friend!

How kids could be friends with each other and then grow up to do things like this is beyond me. What happened to him to make him like this, make all of them like this?

I grunted as I looked at the damaged skin around my knuckles.

What lies are they feeding her? What are they doing to her? Is she safe? Of course not! She's with them! All of their wolves are unstable, if the past is anything to go by. Anyone off them could fly off the handle and hurt her without even knowing about it.

The blood started to turn the floor of the shower red. I looked at my fist. The veins stood up and I could almost feel the blood rush through them with the anger pushing it faster and faster. Cuts ran along my fist and blood burst from them like a river.

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. It dropped low but I couldn't even be assed to pick it up. Who cares if it falls? Who cares if I bleed, who cares? I don't.

There was a small whine from my wolf, before I could tell him to shut it; he made a point that had ne thinking. ‘Zoey would care...She would want you to stop bleeding...then hit you and tell you to pull the damn towel up!’ I stopped my walking and looked at my hand again. What would she do if she saw this?

I gave a laugh out at nothing. It was rough. She would most likely cry and be upset, and then I would hold her until she stopped so it wouldn’t hurt me to see her like that.

I made my way to the cabinet. There were some bandages in there, left over from when I had a bad bite on my leg from a play fight gone wrong in wolf form. My mother insisted I had them, even though I won that fight and wouldn’t fight like that again… probably.

I smiled at the memory for a second but it didn’t seem right to do it, smile that is. God! I just want my mate! I feel like I'm falling too bits, but...

I have to keep it together. For Zoey, if not for me.

This one is dedicated to JessicaWilson0, for supporting the story. Also, thanks to:

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Zevira

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