“Let me get that for you,” The stranger’s deep voice grumbled close to my ear. That’s when I got a whiff of his familiar scent. This person wasn’t a stranger at all. I knew exactly who he was. He was the Gold Heart pack’s alpha and my ex-boyfriend, the last person I wanted to run into today.
At this moment, I wanted to run away and hide under a rock, but the way he leaned in closer and gazed down at my lips, I knew he wouldn’t let that happen so quickly. My day just got interesting.
“Bryson,” I shifted nervously, peering up into his warm brown eyes. They weren’t a plain brown color; his eyes were the color of honey, which is why I gave him the nickname honey brown. I used to get so lost in those honey-brown eyes. I still do.
No! Get ahold of yourself, Astrid!
I shook my head, trying to dismiss my thoughts, “I’m sorry I have to go,” I reached for my bag, but he was quick to pull it behind his back.
“Let me walk you to your car,” Bryson said adamantly. He looked at me intensely as he waited for my response. When I didn’t react, he stepped closer, making it harder for me to think. I sighed in defeat, leading him to my car in the parking lot. I would only let him walk me to the car, and then I would escape him. I can do this!
Just like old times, he opened the door for me and made sure I was safe to leave. Although it was a bit awkward because we hadn’t talked in months since the last time we broke up.
I’d known Bryson my whole life because our parents were good friends. He always looked after me like a little sister until that one night on my sixteenth birthday. I could still remember his lips and how they tasted for the first time. That one kiss was enough to destroy any platonic relationship between us.
After that night, I dated Bryson for most of my high school years. He was my first love, and I was certain he’d be my last. But when it was time for that particular moment in every werewolf’s life, I was deeply disappointed. Bryson wasn’t my mate, and we were both left broken-hearted.
Mates. The most important moment in a werewolf’s existence is when we find our mates. The moon goddess especially pairs us with one person on this earth to spend the rest of our lives. They are our soulmates or better half, and we are only blessed with one at the age of 18. Once a wolf finds their mate, he or she can either reject them or accept the bond. Once the bond is formed, the two lovers mark each other and finish the mating process.
Unfortunately, I’m 21, and I still haven’t found a mate. But I continue to stay hopeful that one day I will find him. Wherever he is out there.
Bryson and I continued seeing each other despite not being paired. We tried to mate many times though I was the one who backed out. I wanted to be with the one person who was meant for me. So, I broke up with Bryson and never looked back. Until now.
“I miss you,” Bryson said before I could shut my car door. My breath hitched as he stood in the doorway, blocking me from escaping. Longing and desire gleamed in his eyes as he looked down at me. I gulped, trying to fight the desire.
Before I could say anything, Bryson leaned down and captured my lips. I kept still as he moved his lips against mine. Bryson opened his eyes, “Please,” He begged me. The emotions latched in his voice touched my heart, and soon I gave into temptation and kissed him back passionately.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me out of the car and pressed me against his chest. He swiped his tongue over my lips, and I allowed him access to my mouth. I kissed him like never before, hoping that it would change things, but it didn’t. Instead, his kiss brought back the same hurt and disappointment I felt years ago. Bryson was a great guy, but there was always something missing.
I abruptly pulled back with my eyes closed, “Bryson,” I breathed. He didn’t respond and continued to kiss me. This time I pressed my hands against his chest and told him sternly, “We can’t keep doing this,” He stopped and frowned at me.
“Why not?” Bryson asked, wrapping his arms around me tighter. Every time he touched me; it was a constant reminder of our fate. There were no sparks that everyone talked about. I didn’t feel those sensations that brought one complete bliss. I felt nothing when he touched me.
I sighed, distancing myself from him,” You know why.”
“No, I don’t!” Bryson snapped. A brief silence passed before he sighed deeply, running his hands through his messy blonde hair, “I don’t understand why we can’t be together. Some people choose their mates,” He said. I stared at him pensively as I thought about his words.
This was true. Some people did choose their mates. But only for the unfortunate ones who never found a mate. Some would say it was because their mate died early, or they were destined to be alone. One thing was for certain. I didn’t want to be a part of that unfortunate list. I wanted to find my mate in the traditional way. And I sure in hell wasn’t going to let Bryson take that opportunity away from me.
“I want you, Astrid. We can choose each other,” He said, holding my hands in his. Unshed tears burned in my eyes as he waited for me to give him an answer. There was still hope in his heart, and I would burn it all away because I didn’t want this.
“No, Bryson,” I whispered though I knew he could hear me perfectly. Disappointment and sadness crossed his face. He looked as if I had stabbed him right in the heart. I continued, “I don’t want to mate with you.”
I let that sink in for a moment and held his cheek, “You will always have a special place in my heart, but we’re not meant to be together.”
He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead softly,” I wish things could be different,” He said, holding my face in his hands.
“I know our mates are out there somewhere, waiting for us. One day you and I will look back on this and thank the goddesses up above that we didn’t give in,” I told him. From the expression on his face, I knew he hated what I had to say. He seemed like he wanted to keep fighting and convince me that furthering our relationship would be the better option. Instead, he sighed deeply and nodded.
Bryson buried his face in my neck as we embraced. He held me as if it would be the last time, he’d ever touch me and said, “You can’t just cut me out of your life.”
“I won’t,” I smiled as a tear fell down my cheek, “You’ll always be my honey brown.”
For the rest of the afternoon, I spent some time with Bryson, walking the beach and reminiscing about the good times together. When it was time to leave, I felt sad all of a sudden. I knew he felt the same because he embraced me once more before kissing me passionately for the last time- the real last time.
Although we left our friendship on a good note, something deep down told me that things would be different now. That everything was going to change drastically, maybe because it was.