Captured by my Mate's Pack

Chapter 8

When we had finished our breakfast I felt a little nauseous, most probably from me rushing the cooking. It probably wasn't done right. I dismissed this feeling and set about dusting my white apron off and making Ryan's bed. He just watched me, he looked fascinated with what I was doing, even though I was only making a bed. "Do you want to go to the garden again today?" He asked hopefully, "No, I don't think thats a good idea now, is it? With your parents around. After all, I am just a servant." I replied slightly bitterly. I shouldn't have slept with him I thought, even if he is my mate, I'll lose my friends and former pack over this. Also I might get executed for sleeping with the Prince even after my warning from the Queen herself, his mother. She could get her way with anything she wanted if she found out.

At the time it felt so right, when we had been happy, spending time together. Getting to know each other. I should have carried on getting to know him rather than just jumping straight into his bed.

My mate was irresistable though, he was easy on the eye, with his dark, shiny, brown hair that was nearly the same colour as mine, just a bit lighter; flopping down from behind his ear from time to time, covering his eye. I had the urge to move it out of the way whenever this happened, just to have an excuse to touch him. Then there were his tight, defined muscles, and his tall, strong frame. Ah, then there was his scent, it was rich, deep, and manly. It would send any girl swooning, especially the ones wanting him just to become royalty and rich. I just wanted my mate because of his personality, and because we were soulmates from the beginning, not because of his status or wealth.

My blood boiled with jealousy at the thought of another girl wanting him. My mate. I wanted him, and I didn't like the thought of anyone else having the same ideas as me. The ideas that included hauling his butt back to bed.

I dropped a pile of clothes of his that had been washed when I thought of doing that. Then I noticed he was staring at me, with them deep brown eyes, pools that could swallow you up easily if you looked into them too long. "Hey, are you ok?"

"Yes I'm fine thanks. Just, erm, finding it hard to concentrate today."

Later, when I had finished all of my chores, Ryan climbed off his bed, "I'm going for a walk. Also I have a meeting with my parents in a bit. I'll catch you later."

"Ok, bye." I replied with a carefree attitude, secretly I wanted him to spend all day with me.

He quickly hugged me and left. His scent lingered in the air and I breathed it in deeply.

Then I traced his footsteps to the stairs and headed to the kitchen to see if my pack's attitudes towards me may have changed, and to see if their shock had worn off.

"Here's the traitor," Freda shouted as I walked in.

"Shush, we need to ask her how it happened, then we might understand her intentions." Tilda replied to her. She didn't seem to have any bad feelings towards me for what happened, maybe she understood the whole thing about mates being drawn to each other.

"I had no intentions really, especially not bad ones. Now, raise your hand if you ever found your mates." Two women raised their hands slowly and hesitantly, gazing round to see if they would be stopped by anyone who didn't want them to communicate with them, they were older than the rest of us by a few years. "And what did this feel like?"

"Well, I was instantly drawn to my mate. Like there was a leash that connected us by our hearts and kept shortening. I wanted to be with him and I instantly loved him deeply."

"That's what it was like for me. You see? I just couldn't help being in love with him, even if he did do bad things in the past. I got to know him, he is good, he's caring and nice. He makes me feel grown up and not just a 'girl servant.'"