Episode 2

Ryan's POV

My wolf is on tenterhooks.

With our mate’s presence so close, Haze is on the edge. He wants out. Raving inside me with a demand to have our mate closer to us.

The distance is killing me.

I should have known that having her so close and yet at a distance will only make me frustrated. My wolf is not the better part of me. He is restless and impatient. He is a beast, and he will always act like one. In her presence, he has not come or collected. He isn't quiet. He's going crazy. I'm not sure how long I can hold him in before I find myself unwillingly transforming and claiming her in front of everyone.

She's so beautiful. I'm fixated on her appearance. The vermillion red hair that tumbles over her shoulder and her sugar-crazed lips. She had beautiful glossy skin that I ache to trace my fingers over. I have the image of how mind-blowing it will be to have her naked under me; with that beautiful glowing skin brushing against mine.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?’’

Haze’s impatience does not surprise me. I have the urge to block him out of my mind but I know it’s only going to create more chaos for me, and for us.

“Easy boy, we do not want to scare her when she wakes up.’’

I want to match up there and have her in my arms. I want to kiss her forehead, and then her lips. To tell her how happy I am that I have finally found her. But then, questions begin to buzz my mind, like busy bees hovering around me.

I am blatant of my surroundings and the only thing that matters to me is the paramount need to make our first encounter perfect.

I should wait for her to wake up first then.

Maybe if I do that, then I'll also get the pleasure of seeing the look on her eyes when she realizes that I am her mate.

Father has always told me that the magic to finding my mate is that first moment when our eyes connect. I want to feel my heart skip as I stare deep into her. I want to have the magnified emotion of what I had just felt a couple of seconds ago.

Is it crazy that I'm suddenly thinking about fucking her, bending her over that desk and ramming into her tight pussy, making her clench her thighs with pleasurable frustration? Is it crazy that I want to taste the flavor of her naked skin and lick my way to the beautiful heaven between her thighs?

Gosh!

There is a slight buzzing noise in my head as my eyes are connected to her. I can feel my soul calling out to her. I watch the way she sleeps. Oblivious of the fact that I had finally found her. How was this possible? That she was right under my nose all these years and yet I never discovered her. Something ought to have been wrong with my werewolf senses. Because this beautiful vixen right here is the woman that the moon goddess has created for me. She is bound to rule the park by my side. As my mate. The mother of my cubs. The female who is supposed to complete me. Yet, for all the years that I have been in this school, I haven't caught her scent until today.

Out of the blues, her still form stirs as her eyes connect with mine.

She’s awake.

My soul is bred with nervousness.

The magic I feel as she looks at me, cripples me. 

The feeling is mind-blowing. 

And suddenly, the vibrations of the bell-ringing echo through the walls of the school; I watch how she jolts up quickly. She glances around. I take the moment and rise from the desk immediately.

Father had taught me that there is always an advantage in moving quickly. So I do exactly that. 

Arising from my seat and advancing towards her immediately, but the masses of bodies as the students exit the classroom, blocks my way. The teacher exits the classroom, followed by a multitude of students. I can still smell my mate's scent. But suddenly, I can't see her.

She became out of my sight.

Pushing against the students in front of me in an attempt to locate her, all I am met with are admiring glances from other female students in the class. They reek of desperation. 

 “Hey.. Wait!" I call out to the female as I notice her pummeling herself through the crowd in an attempt to run from me.

 “Hey handsome..!" A short blonde girl says to me as she brings her fingers to fiddle with my collar. I hate the way she looks at me. Desperation has always been the only thing I despise.

“Ryan, where have you been?’ another dark haired girl asks as she stands next to the blonde one.  

I glanced forward. pushing past both females and moving towards the desk at the back. It was as empty as it usually is in the morning. Has she really run away from me? And why would she do that; am I not handsome enough? Did she not like the way I look? My wolf is angry and agitated. He wants to come out but that's not going to happen in school premises.

“Ryan..'’ A masculine hand is placed over my shoulder, causing me to jerk forward. 

“She was right here, Philip. She was right in this room.”

 Philip glances around the classroom. And then he looks back at me. I tried to catch the scent again but it was gone. My mind is a humdrum. I feel repelled by the idea that I may lose her forever. My eyes are blurry, and red with anger and frustration.

My mate is running from me. She is running and I'm going to find her. No one escapes me!

No one ever escapes me!

No one dares!