Fated to the Werewolf King novel Chapter 4

Getting the call to pick up Lily from therapy was a surprise he wasn't expecting. Neither was listening to her cry and yell on the other side while she argued with Dr. Marshall about contacting him. What bothered him the most was at the end, when she said she didn't want to anger him anymore. To be fair, he was pissed when she kneed him in the groin the other night, but he couldn't deny that he was at fault. He knew what she had been through, yet he crossed the line, anyway. Once he realized that the woman was his Mate, it took everything in him not to break down her bedroom door. He scented her arousal, just for a moment until it quickly disappeared, but it was enough to drive his Wolf insane.

Now here he was, pulling up to the doctor's office, ticked off that they pulled him from his work. But when he caught her scent, his annoyance dwindled instantly. Dr. Marshall was standing outside her office, her arms crossed as he approached her. Her brows knitted together with concern.

"I apologize for calling you, but this was pretty urgent." She looked away, looking uncomfortable, which was a rare sight to see.

"How bad is she?" He asked her, his eyes on the door behind her.

"I know this is against patient privacy, but..." The She-Wolf hesitated for a second, "But in her case, I believe you should know what's going on." She let out a breath. "He really fucked with her, Alpha. She was practically reliving it during the session. I've dealt with patients who were in toxic relationships, but from what she went through was a whole different level." She let out a sigh, combing her fingers through her hair. "She wasn't even done talking about it. I think she wants to open up, but the moment she does." Her hand covered her face. He'd never seen her so troubled before.

"I'll take it from here." He told her, but she didn't budge right away.

"Did something happen between you two? She seemed so desperate to not making you mad. I want to believe it's because of her trauma, but it feels like there is more to it." She said, finally looking up at him. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I just recently discovered that she's my Mate, and didn't exactly go about it properly." He said in a mere whisper. Dr. Marshall slowly nodded, stepping aside for him.

"In that case, tread carefully with her. She's a risk to herself and possibly to those around her. However, it is good to know that your playboy days are over." She said to him, sticking her hands in her pockets, and walked off. She stopped and glanced over her shoulder at him. "You should get her some food first. I don't think she's been eating." Before continuing her walk. He scoffed before entering the room. The magnificent scent of lilies erupted his senses as his eyes fell on Lily curled up on the couch, her knees tucked to her chest with her arms wrapped tightly around them. She glanced up, her eyes tinted red from crying and swollen slightly. He felt the beast within him stir and whimper sadly.

"I'm here to take you home." He said bluntly, walking over to her, but she flinched. Her head dipped back into her arms. He hesitated, inclining his head before going over to the desk and leaned up against it, his arms folded across his chest.

"I can wait here until you're ready." He informed her. She sniffled in response. The ticking clock filled the silence between them. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, she lifted her head and met his gaze.

"I'm sorry for hurting you the other day." She whispered. He raised a brow at her, running his hand over his groin, remembering the pain for a second.

"Don't worry about it." He rose to his feet. "You ready?" He asked her. She sniffled again, rising to her feet, and adjusted her sleeves. He caught sight of her scars again, but he refrained from asking about them. If this whole Mate thing is real between them, he'll need to be patient. But patience wasn't one of his best qualities.

"Let's get you something to eat." He told her after he escorted her to the car. He noticed her eyes light up at his black Audi. She ran her fingers along the hood slowly. He watched her admire the vehicle for a moment before he opened the door for her. She hesitated, looking up at him.

"I'm not hungry, though." She told him until her stomach let out a loud growl. Her cheeks took on a shade of pink and her eyes dropped from his. He closed the door as she got in and climbed on the other side.

"Do you want anything in particular?" He asked her, but she went quiet again. He felt his fuse burning up quickly, but he quickly smothered it by letting out a breath. "It's okay. I'll cook up something when we get back to the house." He told her.

"You can cook?" She asked him. He turned out of the parking lot and drove up the road.

"I lived alone for a long time." He side eyed her. "You thought I had some personal chef or something?" He asked her. She shrugged, her eyes going out the window.