Chapter 7 You Are Not My Mate!

Olivia's POV

I lost my footing and fell into the stream behind me. The water soaked my clothes, and I soon began to choke on it. It wasn't deep, but I hated being in water. I was a terrible swimmer.

My feet were firmly planted at the bottom, and I began to move my arms frantically.

"Olivia! Are you okay?!"

Before I could answer, André came in after me.

"Stop! Stay away from me!"

However, all my pleas fell on deaf ears. What was he doing? Couldn't he tell that I didn't want to be around him? I backed away from him, but he kept coming closer.

"Don't touch me! Just go away!"

Almost like he couldn't hear me, André just kept coming closer.

"Olivia, can you stop? Let me get you out of here."

"I think I can help myself out, thank you very much. Just leave me alone!"

He sighed and made a lunge towards me, but I evaded him, and I felt something cold and hard behind me.

"What..?"

I turned and groaned in frustration. It was a rock! It was a dead end; I had nowhere to go.

I looked forward, and soon, he was right in front of me. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into his embrace. My body shuddered at his touch.

What was wrong with him? Couldn't he understand that I couldn't be around him? His touch made me conflicted. It was something I wanted, but I knew I could never have.

He did not belong to me.

Whenever I looked at him, I craved his touch and caress, but he wasn't mine to have. He was my mother's. Couldn't he get that? I couldn't even trust my own body around him.

"Well, it seems that you have succeeded in getting both of us wet."

I turned my head away from him. The events in my room came flooding back into my memory, and I flushed.

I pushed against his chest, but he held me closer. I could feel the water around us heating up and my body was shivering in delight at his touch.

"I can read your mind, Olivia. Why are you always running away from me, trying to push me away?"

I was silent. I couldn't tell him that...

"Is it because you can't trust yourself around me?" he said, cutting my flow of thoughts.

I shook my head and pushed against him more.

My voice was weak and faint, yet my body was screaming, being so close to his hard, sexy body. I could even feel his...

No! I can't have those thoughts. Especially not now.

"Please, we can't do this. You know we can't be doing this. It's... it's... it's wrong."

My voice was weak and barely audible. I turned my face away from him, not wanting to be disarmed by his gaze. Things were hard enough for me already.

"Please let go of me, André. I just want to go inside and forget that this ever happened."

My voice was croaky and hoarse. I even began to doubt if he could hear me at all.

"Olivia, listen to me. None of this is wrong."

I looked at him, horrified. How could he say that? However, his deep, dark eyes seemed unbothered and calm. He didn't even flinch as he looked at me.

He pressed himself even closer to me. At this point, my hands were too weak to keep him away from me.

I was shivering in the cold water, but his body warmed me up and filled me with fresh, forbidden desire. I hated myself. I hated that I couldn't control my body around him. My 'no's' were never sincere when I was with him, and I hated myself for that.

"André..."

My face fell, and I stared at the water. I saw my reflection in the clear stream lit up by the crescent moon.

"Olivia, look at me."

I shook my head and kept it lowered. No. I couldn't stare into those eyes again. I could feel tears brimming in mine. What had I gotten myself into?

I soon felt a finger on my chin, and he tilted my head to look at him.

"Olivia. You need to understand that none of this is wrong. It's all meant to be."

"How can you even say that? What is wrong with you?"

I was beginning to be choked by my own tears. I just wanted this to end. Or did I?

"Olivia, listen to me. I know that you can feel the attraction between us. Could you stop trying to deny it? I know that you can feel it as strongly as I do."

"André, please. Stop this."

He pressed even closer to me. I could feel his breath fanning gently against my face.

"I know you feel it, Olivia. You don't have to say anything. Your body says it all. We are mates, Olivia."

I was stunned at his words. Was he willing to stoop that low to have me? I pushed against his chest violently. I felt my sadness turn to anger.

"Liar! Stop lying to me! What is wrong with you?! We aren't mates. You dis..."

"Olivia! Could you stop trying to deny it? You know you feel that way. You know you can feel that intense attraction whenever you are around me. You are oozing with desire right now. I can tell. Tell me that that isn't true."

I turned away angrily. He wasn't lying, but he couldn't possibly be my mate.

"I still don't believe you. I haven't gotten my wolf yet. There is no way that you are telling the truth. All this is some kind of mistake."

André chuckled silently.

"The Goddess doesn't make these kinds of mistakes, Olivia."

I shook my head. There had to be a mistake somewhere. None of this made any sense.

"There is no denying it, Olivia. You are my mate."

I shook my head. Only people that have their wolves can be mated, right? Isn't that how it works? I haven't even gotten my first transformation.

No, it had to be a lie. He was lying. But was he lying? What did he stand to gain by not telling me the truth?

I stared him in the eyes. I didn't want to believe any of this. This was some tricks.

"No. I don't care if the Goddess doesn't make mistakes. But I know she isn't so cruel that she would make you my mate..."