His Mate [COMPLETE]

Chapter 18 - Sense

It had been almost 2 days, and Dylan still hadn't found me. I was honestly shocked, I thought even without the scent he would have some sort of mental idea where I was.

Maybe he wasn't looking.

Crystal had to go to classes today, so I was lounging around on the couch watching her TV. I probably should have gone out and faced Dylan after two nights, but now I felt even worse since I'd been hiding. And I still didn't  really know what to say to him.

I got up and made my way to the fridge. When I swung the door open I realized it was completely empty.

Classic college students.

I was starving, and even though I was anxious to leave the dorm room, I had to if I wanted to eat. I already covered the scent, but now I had to make myself unrecognizable.

I wandered into Crystal's bedroom and carefully looked through her closet. Hopefully she wouldn't mind me borrowing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Luckily for me, she also left her glasses on her nightstand. Yes, please.

Finally, I put on a hat and tucked my hair back. I looked in the mirror and I didn't even recognize myself.

When I stepped out of the room, I realized I didn't exactly know where to get food... or have any money. So I was just wandering down the hall.

And then I saw him.

He was so tall and muscular, and he looked sharp in a suit with his hair brushed back and his lips in a sexy snarl.

He was walking with a purpose alongside two men, and I tried my hardest not to stare. I hadn't seen him in two days, and I longed for his touch. Why did I let him mark me?

I went upstairs once I passed him but my heart was still racing.

After being denied entry to the top floor, probably because I looked like a random college kid, I decided to go back to the room and see if I could order food.

I roamed the hall and came upon the room with the labeled number "453", and opened the door.

"Hello there."

It was Dylan, sitting on the couch. He had clearly been waiting for me.

"Holy shit." I blurted, taking off the glasses and hat.

"Let's go have a chat." he said sternly, leading the way out of the room.

I sat across from him in his office, after his guards made sure I wasn't going to try to run away, and they left it to the two of us.

"How did you know where I was?" I asked quietly.

"Eli told me. In exchange for not killing him for putting his scent on my mate." Dylan grunted.

"Do you know how stupid you made me look? My own Luna running away and hiding for two days?" he said, trying to stay calm.

"Dylan, what was I supposed to do?! You wouldn't let me get any time alone to fucking think!" I yelled.

"Don't shout." he said, sighing and closing his eyes for a second.

"You're not even acknowledging the reason this even happened." I shook my head.

Dylan took a deep breath and looked me in my eyes.

"You're just like the ones that killed my mom." I told him before I had another second to think about it.

"You didn't give me a chance to explain!" he raised his voice. His eyes sparkled yellow and I realized his wolf was starting to get riled up, and I wasn't about to deal with that.

"Explain then." I said, trying to keep him stable.

"The humans we killed were not innocent. We lost hundreds of our own too. It was an attack on this pack and the rebellion's intention was to kill wolves and overthrow us." he said, his eyes returning to normal.

"Why did so many of them die? Why did so little wolves die in comparison?" I said.

"Because we have more advanced technology and better soldiers. I understand that you naturally side with your original species, but you're a wolf now Quincy." he told me.

"You will never understand. Why do you think they rebelled in the first place? They have no rights, Dylan. They're slaves, and believe me I know that firsthand. Even if they intended to kill us I can't tell you honestly that I would blame them. I wanted to kill wolves for a while too, before I met you. Maybe if they saw the side that I see they wouldn't try to overthrow you. Maybe if you showed them some mercy and gave them some basic rights this wouldn't have happened." I uttered.

He paused for a moment and seemed deep in thought. Finally he sighed and put his palm to his hand.

"I'm sorry. The decision to kill them was rash and I only made it because it was the only thing that could keep the pack safe at the time. It was wrong and I wish I could take it back. I didn't want to tell you because I was ashamed." he admitted.

"You should have told me that, Dylan." I shook my head.

"The worst part of this is that all I've been thinking about the last couple of days is how badly I want to be with you." I told him.

"Come here, baby." he said. I walked over to his chair and sat in his lap, my arms around his neck.

"I'll make it up to you. I'm sorry." he told me, beginning to kiss me gently on my neck.

"I missed you." I whispered weakly against his ear.

Nothing could bring back the lives of so many who were only fighting for decent treatment. It was in my best interest to not think about it, but... I just couldn't.

What if it had been my friends, my family, or me? I hated to put myself in their shoes but that was who I was for almost my entire life.

"You don't have to worry about that anymore." Dylan murmured to me, rubbing my lower back.

I looked at him puzzled.

"Our bond has been strengthened. I can sense your thoughts when you trust me enough." he told me.

"That's.... interesting." I said. That was weird, but also kind of cool at the same time.

He put his hands on my waist and positioned me to face towards him. He flashed his white smile at me and everything seemed to feel right once more.

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