Chapter 2 My werewolf Partner

Damien

I thought I was running wild when something started smelling wonderful in this damn alley, but when I found this girl, I don't know what to think anymore. Now she has turned her back to me and she is walking away!

What have I said? She looked very hurt before she walked away.

"Wait!" I call out and she stops but does not look back. I don't know why but I feel like I can't just let her walk away like that. I dash towards her and stop behind her. She called me her mate.

I know werewolves get mates at a certain point of their lives whom they are supposed to live with for the rest of their lives, but I am not a werewolf. A few werewolves get human mates, but I am a vampire. I have never heard of a werewolf being mated to a vampire.

"I am sorry if I said something wrong," I tell her while running my hands through my hair.

"No, it's okay. I mistook you for someone you aren't," she replies without turning to look at me. Her words are calm yet heavy with emotion. Why do they make my heart ache so much when she says I am not what she thought I was?

"Look at me," I ask her. She first hesitates to respond but later turns and looks me in the eyes. I can now see the beautiful delicate outline of her face. She has been brown eyes and jet-black silky hair which Cascades down her shoulders in waves.

"I am a vampire. I mean werewolves can't get vampire mates," I tell her. She doesn't seem affected by my identity.

"Who said that?" she asks me with a slight shrug of her shoulder.

"So you still want me as your mate even after knowing that I am a vampire?" I ask her with disbelief unfiltered in my voice.

"It is heaven's plan that I should have a vampire mate. I can't go against it," she replies.

"You can't just accept that like you don't have a choice," I tell her.

"Don't you want me as your mate?" she asks me with a small dying voice. The silence that follows is very deafening.

"I never said anything about not wanting you," I say.

"Gosh! I have been waiting for my partner like for decades now!" And I can't believe I finally found you. I don't add the last one but her eyes grow wider when she hears that.

I reach nearer to her and run my hand down her cheek. Her skin is so soft, so warm. She flinches a little at my touch but then relaxes.

"Why are here on your own?" I ask her in a soft calm tone. She raises the bag in her hands a little as if it is very obvious.

"Are those groceries? You should go home and start cooking," I tell her and she gives me a small smile.

"Don't you want to go home?" I ask her with a smirk. She shakes her head and then closes her eyes. She leans her face into my hand, submitting to my touch.

Why doesn't she want to go home? Is she tortured there. My muscles tense at the thought of someone mistreating her in any way.

I try getting the bag from her but she holds it tighter so that I am unable to get it.

"Come on. I will take you home," I say but she shakes her head, no.

"Clara! Clara!" someone calls from the street and Clara immediately opens her eyes.

"Are you with someone?" I ask her.

"No," she replies while fidgeting to get away from me and create as much distance from me as she can.

"I think I should go now," she says.

"What? Wait!" I call out. She is leaving? Just like that?

She gives me a bright smile and turns to walk towards the street. I watch as her figure disappears and she is gone!

Damn it! That was very brief. I have every thought of following her and knowing who she has gone with or finding out where she lives but I have to refrain myself.

Whoa! I haven't felt this energy in years!

I get on my heels and walk back home. The house we live in is a bit isolated from the town. That is for the good of our Clan's privacy. Vampires, unlike werewolves prefer to live in quiet isolated places where there is little interference from the town.

Werewolves can live with and interact with people at anytime of the day, unlike us. Our movements are limited during the day, so we move a lot at night.

Everyone in the house has gone out, except for Amber, Victoria and Luther. I think the rest have gone out to feed.

"Oh, you're back," Amber says while getting up from the couch as if she has been waiting for me all this time that I have been gone.

Victoria and Luther are partners. They have have been together for a very long time, probably for as long as I can remember. Amber, however, is single. She has been trying to convince me that we could be life partners but I really consider her as my little sister. I can't imagine myself in a sexual or any romantic relationship with her.

"The house is pretty quiet. Where is everybody?" I choose to ask the most obvious question and walk past Amber who frowns in disappointment.

"Raul told me that there is a new bar that opened today. They work all night," Luther replies with an amused smirk.

"Raul, that drunkard! Always looking for an opportunity to get himself out of his mind!" I say and take a seat beside Luther. He leans closer to me and dramatically sniffs my coat.

"And where have you been?" he asks me with a huge

grin covering his face.

"In town," I reply in an emotionless voice, trying sweep him off the matter, but he doesn't back off.

"In town, doing what?" he asks me while raising his eyebrows to persuade me. "With who?" he continues.

Damn! He is not going to give this up. I am very well aware that Clara's scent is still all over me. Maybe I should tell him. There is no need to hide it from him. He will find out the truth anyway. I take a deep breath before spilling the beans.

"I think I found my life partner," I finally tell her. He looks shocked for a moment and his eyes grow unbelievably wide. His eyes immediately land on Amber who is standing in front of me with a similar expression. What! Why do they look extremely surprised? They all knew I had to find my partner someday anyway.

"What's with the face?" I ask them.

"Are you sure she is the one?" Luther aks me.

"I am very sure. I am her mate."

"Mate? Is she a werewolf?"

"Yes, she is a werewolf," I reply.

Luther and Amber exchange looks before he continues his interrogation.

"Where is she? Did you bring her with you?" he asks while looking at the entrance of the house.

"No, ofcourse not. She had to go home. She probably belongs to a pack or something," I reply. I wish I had brought her home before whoever interrupted our moment came in.

"I am so happy for you, man! Finally you have someone," Luther says with a beaming grin while patting my shoulder. Amber angrily rolls her eyes. She is already jealous of my partner even before she has met her.