I am Michael
Terra
“Why? I'm going to tell you why. I'm married, and with a wonderful daughter for whom I would do anything. There's nothing for us. I'm sorry, I'm sorry that this will turn ugly, or that it hasn't been what you may have imagined in your head when you thought of your fated mate. But I'm already taken and there's no place for you in my life.”
Without touching his heart, the man of my dreams stabbed me over and over again with his words. Tears filled my already wet cheeks. And despite that, I still couldn't fully understand what he was telling me, yet I knew it was terrible. It had to be a nightmare. This was not true. My illusions could not end before they had even begun. I would not allow it.
The one who still didn't know his name took a step towards the coat that was on the ground and picked it up. Coming closer to me, I let him place it on my shoulders without saying anything, since I was only aware of his eyes, that were looking everywhere except at me.
This time I clung to the coat, covering my nakedness. It was the first time it hurt to be in this position before someone. Vulnerable and completely out of place without knowing what to do. Unlike me, my animal was furious. In its eyes, my mate was unworthy of me. I, who remained unattached to everything and everyone all this time just to experience everything with him. And he, without thinking twice, tells me how much he loves the woman who should not be with him, and how much he would do for the daughter who was not mine either.
But my wolf would not allow him to cast us aside. We have given everything to be with him, and if we had to fight an entire pack to have him, so would we.
Releasing the coat, I lowered my arms and put them at my side. I crossed the two or three steps that separated us until our bodies were so close that I felt his heat radiating on my skin.
His eyes widened, letting me see the brown and yellow brushstrokes in them. Those same eyes that should have watched me with passion and obsession, just as mine did.
And without giving him time to react, I took him by the head with my two hands, kissing him, imprisoning him, so he wouldn't escape. The coat slipped off my back, ending up on the floor again. In the place that, I think, should be, since nothing must come between him and me.
The contact with his lips was what I had always imagined. Sweet and addictive. The drug that would keep me going day after day.
My tongue managed to infiltrate his mouth, letting me feel his texture. From the tips of my toes to the last of my hair, I felt how all my nerves pulsated. I felt alive, renewed.
His lips moved to my rhythm, making me lose my mind. My love wanted me as much as I wanted him, despite what he said.
My lips detached from his, and it was when I went for his neck. With tender little kisses, I covered the entire surface. My mate began to moan with pleasure because if he was experiencing what I was, surely he was about to explode too.
But I needed more of him, more, more.
I brought my hip forward, smashing it against his erect, hard member. My stomach turned at the feel of his manhood, and it was all just for me.
I let out a breath when his hands went directly to my buttocks, squeezing them hard. I was about to come, and he hadn't even touched me there. This was wonderful, everything I had wanted.
Until I felt cold and found myself practically flying across the office, away from him.
My body made contact with the wall, momentarily knocking the air out of me. My head hit the hard surface as well, and everything around me began to spin. I don't understand how it is that after being so high, I had fallen, and in this way.
I squeezed my eyes shut, taking my hands to the back of my head, where a bump was forming from the blow. I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was the furious face of my mate, looking at me with revulsion.
His breathing was rough, and his eyes were crystal clear, full of fury. I wasn't expecting this. Not like this. What happened? What did I do wrong?
Swallowing the pain in my body, I said, “Please give me a chance. Give us a chance.” My voice cracked on the last word, making me sob. All this made me feel sick, to the point that my stomach began to burn.
I searched his eyes, and luckily that terrible fury that I saw recently disappeared. But still, they were cold, at least with me. But deep inside, I knew that this would be my chance to tell him how much I have always loved him.
“Since I turned fifteen, I have only thought of you. The moment we met. I left all my childhood things behind to become a woman and go looking for you. I knew you weren't among mine, so I visited each one of the packs in the world, with the sole purpose of finding you. I left my home and my family behind just for you.”
He was staring at me, giving me nothing. I took a breath, and continued, “It took me five years to get to this moment. Did you hear? Five years to see your face, so I could call you my mate.”
I looked down and shook my head, but continued, “I don't even know your name, and you haven't asked for mine.”
I raised my face and looked into his eyes. My mate certainly didn't expect to hear this, as his eyes were closed, trying to contain himself. His chest was heaving violently, and his hands were balled into fists.
I stood there, waiting for him to say something, and when I thought he wouldn't say anything, he finally did, “My name is Michael, and I'm the Alpha of this pack.”
