LOVE ACROSS THE DIVIDE: 005

Blake’s POV

“This is very ridiculous,” Sarah sputtered, face red with rage, and I can’t believe that you are actually supporting this to begin with.”

Lock bared his teeth and she paled immediately.

Sarah knew better than to snap at Lock.

“C’mon Blake, you have to do something about this. She is a werewolf for God sake. You can’t be mates with a freaking wolf”

Honestly the only thing I wanted to do right now was go lay down my head and rest or sleep. But obviously Sarah was having none of that. The idea of me having a werewolf mate seems to upset her more than it worries me, the victim.

I do understand her perfectly. This is a very unusual turn of events. We are Lycans. We don’t talk with werewolves, talk more become mates with them.

Then how the fuck did this werewolf…. a breath takingly beautiful one at that…. waltz into our corner, looking so fucking helpless and calling out to me soul?

What trick was the mother goddess trying to play on me right now?

“I will think about this later,” I whispered, and Sarah’s eyes opened in shock.

“Like it or not, it already happened. Mating isn’t something in our control” I sighed, rubbing my aching forehead, “We…I have to think about this carefully. As for now, I’m afraid that there’s nothing I can do.”

“Blake…there is really nothing you can do”

I stared at Lock, still bewildered by how well he was taking the whole thing.

Amongst us, Lock was the one who hated the werewolves more. He even had every reason to.

Why was he supporting Ava?

I didn’t need to ask that out, because as usual he heard my thoughts and grinned with a shrug.

“A new dawn is upon us. Lora is the door to a whole new era.”

He said.

I didn’t even bother to ask him what he meant.

But this whole thing?

I honestly still have a very hard time processing the fact that I just found my mate, and she was my biggest enemy.

How was I supposed to ignore and forget everything to accept her?

Was that even possible?

For a moment, an image of my mum’s lifeless body flashed across my eyes.

Then her screams, as the bastards brutalized, raped her before ripping her heart off...literally, rang in my ears.

Was I supposed to look at a werewolf and take her in as my forever mate?

My blood boiled.

No fucking way. There has to be something I can do.

“You are wrong though, Blake” Sarah walked up to me with a wide smile, her eyes shining, “There is something you can do. I didnt think of it. My mum used to tell us stories of A Rejected Mate. You can reject your mate”

“Are you crazy or what?” Jane, who hadn't said a single word since Lora left the room a few minutes ago, bellowed, charging towards Sarah in rage but Max stopped her with his arms around her waist.

Sarah just smirked.

“That would be like rendering her useless damn it! She does not deserve that. He does that, she will remain untouchable for the rest of her life. Where the fuck is your conscience?”

Her eyes darkened dangerously with each word and she wiggled in Max’s hold.

“Max let me go damn it!”

“Calm the fuck down Jane! This isn’t the time to let your temper get the best of you”

I snapped and she glared at me.

Sarah though was smart enough to keep her distance from Jane. She stayed put where she was, but she wasn’t backing down.

“Do I look like I care what happens to that bitch Jane?” She snapped, face also red.

“They took our lives away. Our parents, your fucking parents were brutally murdered. Every single one of them. We tried so hard to get where we are today and one of them is walking in here, like she fucking owes the place, making demands and expecting to be accepted as our Luna’s mate?”

I sighed because I totally agreed with Sarah. That isn’t something I could let happen. It is too much of a risk. I’m not willing to risk what I spent years building.

“Sarah is right. For now, this is the best option.” I said and glared at Lock when he scoffed.

He smiled mischievously and just left the room bumping my shoulder intentionally on his way out.

“You can’t do this Blake” Jane whispered, calmly now. “None of what happened was Lora’s fault. You can’t punish her that way. She doesn’t deserve this”

“We don’t have a choice Jane. I don’t care what happens to her and you shouldn’t either, " I said finally and she shuddered visibly.

Deciding that I already had enough madness for a whole day, I walked away from the room, Sarah following me out.

My heart broke when I heard Jane whisper, “She’s my friend”

I should not care. My pack comes first, their safety comes first before anything else. There was no way I could throw that away by trusting a werewolf and letting her into my life.

I had to go to bed.

And I would try hard to not think about Lora, my new mate, even though I could feel the mating slightly kicking in.

I would try not to think of her piercing green eyes, which shone like a brimstone as she talked back at me fearlessly.

I would definitely not think of the sway of her hips as she walked away gracefully from the room, her shoulders high, not betraying any emotion she must be feeling.

The waves of power I felt from her, during that moment of connection were unlike one I’ve ever felt before.

She was fucking powerful and she knew it too.

She called to me, from her very attractive looks to the graceful way she carried herself.

And fearless was she too, coming into Lycans territory alone to ask for help.

Honestly, Lora was the ideal type of woman I would be intensely attracted to. But her species was a very huge block to that attraction.

There was no way I would have anything to do with the people who turned my pack into a bloodbath.

No way in hell.

The dreams came that same night. Sooner than I expected.

I knew it would happen. But not this fast.

My heart raced, loin hard as I recalled the picture of Lora’s face, eyes wide and teary, as she looked up at me, the feel of her silky hair wrapped around my fingers, and the insanely good feeling of her lips tight around my c*ck as I thrust it madly inside her mouth.

And when the tight suction of her red plump lips, coupled with the vibration of her throat against the tip of my cock any time it brushed against the wall of her throat, was just bout to drive me crazy, when I could feel my balls tightening and drawing up…I woke up with a jerk.

It was just midnight. And my cock was hard to the point of severe pain. I looked out my window to the half moon and cursed the Mother Goddess.

Because this torture was something I don’t deserve.

I fucking had to do something about this.