𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 | grethan

three - fated phone call

The sunlight hits my face early Saturday morning and I sat up, stretching before walking into my bathroom. I put in some contacts, got dressed and went out into the cold. I walked to a coffeehouse I saw yesterday not far from my house. The brisk air nips at my exposed face, turning my nose and cheeks red. Pulling my beanie down over my ears, I arrived at the small shop and the overwhelming smell of espresso immediately relaxes my mind. After I order iced coffee even though its freezing and a muffin, I sit at a table alone with a book I brought with me. Suddenly a group of guys dressed in suits walk in talking loudly.

"-Dolan's gonna kick my ass when he doesn't get the expense reports by the end of the day" One of them said.

"Dude relax its only 8 am you have a couple hours. Let's just hurry up with this coffee then we go back to work" Another says. They all get in line and continue talking about this "Dolan" guy who I assume is their boss and how afraid of him they are. He sounds like a typical Alpha. Something about his name "Dolan" sends shivers down my spin, not in fear but in anticipation. What the hell is going on with me?

A phone rings and one of the guys in suits pulls his phone from his pocket and answers. The blood drains from his face when he hears the voice of the caller. I'm interested in who could've gave him such a scare and used my heightened hearing to listen in on the call.

"Corey I know you idiots snuck away from your work but you need to get back here right now the accounting department is waiting on those reports" said the mystery caller who I'm assuming is "Dolan". The voice wasn't saying anything seductive but the anger in his tone made me blush and I shift in my seat a bit. I realized my pants are completely soaked with slick from the man's voice. Holy shit I'm so turned on by that one sentence.

Quickly throwing away my food, I waddle out of the shop. Thankfully my jeans are black so no one can see the wet stain. Hurrying out the door, I bumped into an old woman who yells at me.

"My ass is leaking you bitch! Move!" I yell back at her viciously before breaking into a full sprint back to my house.

A deafening growl erupts from Corey's phone, ripping through the air of the coffeehouse for all to hear. Except Grayson of course who was already gone. "Dolan" had heard Grayson's loud comments through the call and immediately recognized the voice as his mate. He wasn't sure how he knew but he was certain he had to get there quickly.

Upon arrival, "Dolan" scans the faces in the coffeehouse on 24th street, deeply inhaling the lingering scent of raspberries. It was Grayson's scent, the stress and anxiety in it could be detected clearly but the young Omega was nowhere in sight. He slammed his fist down on a wooden table near him, cracking it into a million pieces. Splinters were lodged in his hand, seeping blood. His red eyes flashed and he threw his head back letting out a sorrowful howl, causing everyone around him to whimper in sympathy of a missed opportunity.

I make it home in record time and hop into the shower, peeling off my dripping pants. I bang my head into the wall as the water cascades around me and the steam curls up into the air. In my panic, my claws managed to come out and were digging into the palm of my hand, drawing blood. I took deep breath slowly and watched them retract, my skin healing as well.

Right now, three things are clear. One - my mate bond is triggering, he's closer to me than ever before and I have to find him soon. Two - today I became aroused by a voice of a man I couldn't even see, meaning I need to get fucked immediately. Three - my period is coming next week and I hope I have my mate by then because I don't have Jake anymore to help me anymore and I think my period will be extremely painful this month. My nipples are already sore and tender.

I get out of the shower, threw on some sweats and walk downstairs to my sun room. Instead of turning the whole room into a studio, I added my supplies in with the original aesthetic. This space is perfect for painting and drawing, the natural light filters through the floor to ceiling windows bathing the room in warmth. My sketchbook was open to an empty page on the ground and I settled down in front of it.