Alpha's Mate - Daughter of the moon

chapter 3

Four days. That's how long I've been here. I think. I stopped trying to keep track of time after the second day. I haven't moved, only going to the toilet and back, it's all I can handle without feeling like I'm going to shatter into a million pieces.

I'd had these episodes for a few years now, there was a bit of an issue back home and it ended up screwing me up pretty bad, causing me to become depressed for a while, after a year or so, with the help of my mother and all my friends, it lessened to just episodes of depression which were usually triggered by something. They become less and less frequent and then stopped altogether, until now.

Boom, bitch, I'm back.

Alisha had been in every day, three times to give me food. She tried speaking to me, I never replied or moved from my safe little corner on the floor. My uneaten lunch sat where she had left it, next to my uneaten breakfast. I was feeling weaker every passing moment, almost as if I was dying from the inside out and yet throughout all this, he hadn't been to visit me once. He probably didn't care and was of finding someone else better suited to be his luna.

I heard the door open, huh, was it already dinner time?

I looked up and froze. There he was, my alpha. Staring at me with wide eyes and a look of horror on his face.

Now he really can see him not fit to be his luna. I'm disgusting.

I buried my face into my legs, not wanting to see his disgusted look when I suddenly felt a large weight surrounding me. I shrieked weakly in protest but calmed as I realised that it was only him picking me up as he walked over to my bed in two powerful steps. "Oh, baby..." he whispered almost to himself.

I was so confused, what is he doing? Why is he doing this?

He placed me on the bed before disappearing from my sight into the bathroom where I heard water begin to run. Was he planning on drowning me or something? I heard his footsteps returning as he sat behind me, pulling my back into his chest before I felt him undo my messy ponytail and begin brushing it. "I'm so so sorry," he muttered into my hair, his voice muffled and hard to understand.

I was confused as to why he was suddenly apologising but didn't have the strength to voice my questions, only able to sit limply against his chest.

Once my hair was knot free, he lifted me up once more, cradling me in his arms like I was the most precious thing in the world. "w- why are you being so, so nice?" I eventually stammered, my voice breaking from not using it for days.

"Because no matter what, you're my mate, and it's the least I can do for how I treated you..."

He tried placing me down on my feet in the bathroom but I collapsed into his chest, simply not strong enough to stand. I know you'd think it would be hard to get a daughter of goddess this week but I had gathered that my mother had reduced my strength to that of a human, so I was a lot more fragile and not used to it.

"Whoa, whoa, easy girl," he mumbled, holding me firmly to his chest, "you need a bath, err, can you do your clothes or should I.." he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I think I'll manage."

He placed me on the edge of the bath, near the wall so I could hold on for support and walked out of the room to give me some privacy. After a few minutes of struggling, I finally got out of my clothes and slid into the rose scented steamy water.

There was a knock at the door. "Er, can I come in?"

I was shocked, should I let him in? Well it's not like he can see anything... right? I pushed a load of bubbles around my chest before replying genty "Sure. No peaking though."

He chuckled deeply as he stuck his head around the door, eyes dramatically covered as he peaked out between two of his fingers. "Wouldn't dream of it."

I smiled for the first time in a while as he came and sat down on the floor, leaning against the bathroom cupboards so that I was to his right.

"Hey, want to play twenty questions?" he asked, surprising me once more. I peered at him with curious eyes, his green eyes staring back at me, showing me a future we could have together all in the space of a second.

I shook my head, clearing the thoughts. "Sure, you go first."

He looked deep in thought for a moment before his eyes lit up. "What's your middle name?"

I smiled at his choice of question. "Cresent," I answered, "What's your name?"

"Ah, shit! I'm such a mess up. I never even told you my name. I'm so sorry." he rambled, eyes wide as he realised his mistake, making me giggle. "Oh, you think its funny do you?" he playfully growled, crawling over to the bath before splashing me with water, making me gasp. "My name is Weylyn, beautiful."

"Weylyn. hmm, suits you." he eyed me intensely, considering his next question.

"How old are you?"

"17, you?"

"18, er, can I wash your hair?"

I was shocked by this different type of question but agreed none the less and soon was receiving a soothing head massage as he lathered up the shampoo in my hair.

It took me a moment to remember I was supposed to be asking questions so I blurted out the first thing on my mind. "What colour's your wolf?"

He hummed slightly, maybe a laugh or maybe in thought. I couldn't tell.

"Black," he replied simply, his hands getting lower down my back as they now massaged my shoulders and upper back, causing me to stiffen and try to move away slightly.

"Er, hey Pandia?"

"Yes, Weylyn?"

"Why do you have scars there?"

I froze, "I think I want to get out now, please."

he seemed less happy with his reply now, "of course."

I heard the fabric of his clothes rustle with his footsteps as he walked out of the room, allowing me to quickly rinse off my hair and get out. I quickly changed into a nightdress that was very short for my liking but it's only for sleeping in so no one will see me will they?

I exited the bathroom to see Weylyn on my bed in only his boxers. "What the hell!" I cried, "I'm not ready to have sex with you!"

His eyes snapped to mine as he seemed to realise my panic was caused by his clothes or lack of, therefore. "What-- no-no. this is just how I sleep. I promise I'm not doing anything with you until you're ready, okay?"

"We're sleeping together?" I asked weekly.

"Yes. We're mates and I need to make sure you're okay. I won't fail you a second time."

Hesitantly, I walked over to the bed before taking half of the pillows piled up and creating a wall halfway down the bed.

"What are you doing, mate?" My alpha demanded in an unimpressed tone.

"Your side." I pointed to where he was, "my side," I gestured to where I was from the pillow line. "No crossing the line or else."

He rolled his eyes before getting under the duvet whilst I did the same on my side.

Suddenly the light turned off with a click, sending the room into darkness, the only sound tethering me to reality was Weylyns' light breathing.

"Hey, weylyn..."

"Yes?"

"I will tell you about them. Just not now. Soon. I promise."

He shifted slightly rolling over to face me. "That's fine Pandia, we all have secrets of our own. Now get some sleep. Goodnight, mate."

"Goodnight, my alpha" I whispered, into the dark, before it consumed me.