His Mate

Hungry?

We had moved on from the little gas station, traveling deeper into the forest were the snow clung to the trees like white sheets. Even though it was summer and the days ran warmer, but I think he said we were close to Alaska.

That would explain a lot.

Taking the back roads when necessary, at least I didn't get car sick from all the twisted roads. It was different being up here, I never really got the chance to leave my little town and explore.

But I guess for me to get to explore I had to get kidnapped.

I should have fought harder. Now I lost the only thing that I actually wanted in my life.

I sighed and laid my head against the window, the cold air causing the window to be colder, contrasting with the night sky and the silvery crescent moon. My legs pressed tightly to my chest and my arms wrapped around them. "Are you hungry?"

I shook my head. "No." Hungry wasn't a word I would describe how I was feeling right now.

He sighed his hands tightening around the steering wheel."Don't do this Faith please." He casted a quick glance my way.

I sighed irritated, now he wants to care about my well being? "Don't do what I'm not hungry."

"You haven't ate anything since... I don't even know." He threw one of his hands up exaggeratedly, indicating to everything that has happen.

I shrugged not really in the mood to deal with him, with this. "I'm serious Blake I'm not hungry, doc said it's something to do with my period. But hey if you want to get something I'll force myself to eat it. It's better then forcing myself to threw up, right?" He growled out. An actual growl came from his throat and rocked my body to the core.

It was... I was kinda scared. But also not. It was throaty and deep.
I stared at him wide eyed not knowing what to do. His jaw clenched, fist tighten, and eyes glaring at the road ahead of us.

Instead of questioning it, I turned my head to look out the window and watched the trees speed pass us. Not long after that finding a welcoming sleep, my knees still cradled in my chest, and breath fogging up the glass as my eyes unfocused, slowly closing and succumbing to a blissful deep sleep. 

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Crackling, sizzling, a soft touch under my finger tips and the sweet smell of cooked bacon filled my scenes when my mind cleared from the haze.

I remembered everything that happened. Why couldn't I be like one of those girls in the books. The one where she wakes up and can't remember anything, thinking she was back home. Her mom or father cooking breakfast waiting to greet her and send her on her way into the outside world.

But no I'm stuck in a unknown bed, a man that I have no clue what his plan is. Forcing me to get rid of my child. And have no clue what the hëll is going on.

Even being home with my mother would be better then this...okay maybe not but still. I rather be anywhere else. My life wasn't perfect but it certainly didn't need him in it.

Tears blurred my eyes as they opened, trying to take in where I might be. The room was simple. Dark cherry oak wood on the walls. One window and one dresser all on the right side of a door. The other held another door and a lamp.

My stomach cramped as I complement whether to get up or not. Maybe if I bleed through and on to the bed Blake wont want to deal with me and leave me alone.

I laughed. That's bullshït and even I know it. I sat up and rose from the bed. At least I was still in my clothes from last night. Slowly walking to the left side door and opening it, I sighed in relief to find a bathroom, clothes and a towel already for me to use.

I could get use to this. But then again he probably feels bad for everything he already did to me. I didn't know something like him could have a heart.

I closed and locked the door, quickly making my way into the shower to wash my hair. It was greasy and disgusting to the touch. My wrist burned as the warm water seeped through the bandages and as I bent them to wash my hair.

But the pain was welcoming, it reminded me of reality. That this was my reality and I wasn't some girl in a book that woke up and everything just went right for her.

I was me, and I'm tired... I looked down and rubbed at my wrist, pealing away the red tinted bandage and watched as the water tinted. The blood swirling and mixing with it, falling away down the drain.

Quickly rinsing off I climbed out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around my frame and clothes in hand only come face to...chest with none other then the man himself.

Blake stared down at me, his eyes roaming up and down my body sending shivers of delighted down my spine. Mentally shaking my head I rose a brow at him.

He sighed and side stepped a little showing the bed and a little wooden tray and more bandages sitting on top. "I made breakfast, but you also need to change into some real clothes."

Smirking a little and looking back up at his face I questioned him. "Why getting a little uncomfortable? Maybe I would like to eat in a towel, panties and my bra."

Just to prove my point I made my way to the bed and sat, starting in on my bacon and watching for his next move.

He sighed, shook his head and scanned the room, stopping at the window and staring out it almost like he was looking for something. Instead he shrugged and walked closer to me sitting opposite me and picking up the wrap.

He gently took one hand and started in on the wrap after cleaning the cut. I sat silently eating every once in a while hissing and shifting on the bed when he hit a sore spot.

Bending a little I shoved a spoon full of scrambled eggs into my mouth and back up again. It was a terrible mistake because the next thing I knew my towel was around my waist and my black lace push up bra was on full display.

Blake's eyes managed to zero in on both of my breast making my body heat up uncomfortably. His eyes turning darker with every second that passed.

My right bandaged hand shot out and grabbed the towel pulling it up and over my bra, hiding it from his prying eyes, my chest and cheeks redder then ever. His gaze snapped back to my wrist quickly finishing what he started, like nothing just happened.

Once he was finished he looked up at me. His hand moving to my face and cupping my scolding cheek in his warm hand. His thumb running over the side of my mouth, removing the crumbles that I left there, to embarrassed to doing anything but stare wide eyed at him.

He didn't do anything more but just sit there and stared into my eyes. Lust and desire swimming in them. Then...

Then he smirked, the side of his mouth quirking up ever so slightly. "Why, little hunter, are you getting a little uncomfortable?"

Then he left, the bedroom door closing along with the sound of the front door with it.