Her Cruel Mate

Isla’s POV

My pussy throbbed with the pleasure brewing in the pits of my lower abdomen when the hands of an unknown man touched me everywhere leaving wet kisses all over my body. I clamped my thighs tightly when the arousal hit me. Our mouths moved in sync with each other. As I was about to see his face,the dream broke because of the loud sound of lightning.

My clit was wet and throbbing for more even though it was just a dream. It was the first time I had experienced such sexual dream. Maybe because of the fact that I was going to turn 18 within few hours. It was a sign that my body was ready and waiting for mate to devour us. The thought of having someone who loved me put a smile on my face but it was gone within a few seconds when I realized that it was just a dream. Maybe a nightmare of my mate who would have to suffer because of a pathetic she wolf like me. Tears formed in my already swollen eyes and I blinked them off rapidly.

The lightning struck again. This time angrier than before and loud enough to echo in the woods. I wouldn’t have cared less about it but the window was open and the floor was flooding with rain water.

I moped the floor of my old tattered house which was built at the outskirts of the pack. It used to be the security post check up point around twelve years ago when my grandfather was still alive. I could hear the faint sounds of cheering and high pitched voices of excited wolves. The pack was maybe celebrating another win and I obviously was not invited.

The pack members hated me with such a deep and angry passion that if I died at this moment there wouldn’t be a better news than it. Me,walking around in the pack, was a sin which could only make me get hundreds of whips from the old luna. I never dared to go inside the pack borders during day. As a matter of fact,I was even scared of finding me face to face with any other member. Why?

I was cursed after all. A cursed girl who took the lives of everyone who ever loved me.

I closed the window and the cold rain drops begun seeping through the cracks hitting me on the face. The house was old and frigid with no source of heat to warm me up. Most days,I would keep sitting tangled in my sheets and would not put a foot out on the floor. But tonight was different,I had used the last saved water and had to get inside the pack to fetch more water.

I gulped down fearing for the worst. The memory of a young girl screaming when she saw me with my pitcher never erased from my mind. She was horrified and had been trembling from fear as if she saw a monster.

While taking out an empty bucket from the bathroom to get some water, mistakenly I caught a glimpse of my face in the broken piece of mirror. My cold icy blue eyes stared at me almost as if judging me for my condition. I hadn’t made my hair in more than fifteen days and took a proper shower two days ago. I immediately covered the mirror with the cloth hanging beside it and made my way to the small living room.

The day when my only friend Clara was buried in the pack graveyard,the rumors spread like forest fire that she used to visit me in the evenings and my curse killed her too. That was the day I had believed the things they said about me.

I noticed the weather was calmer and better now and it was the best time to secretly get into the pack and get some water for me. I locked the door behind me and almost laughed at the fact because nobody dared to even look at my secluded house and getting inside was another thing.

The beetles sang as an after effect of a big rainfall. The surrounding smelled of wet sand and cold air blew my hair. I felt alive and happy after being out in the woods. The pack was quite and no lamps were lit in the houses. I had my face covered with a cloth and with my head low, I hurriedly made my way to the centre of the village. I fetched a bucket of water and begun going down the same way I had come from. I looked over at my old chamber where I used to live with my father when the pack hadn’t thrown me out yet.

I traced the lining of my necklace which was a handloom given by my father to me when I was five. It was his last and only memory of him which I would never let go off. Even though I knew it was risky but I wanted to see my father’s painting once.I wanted to turn 18 in the same chamber as I was born into.

I gave a quick glance behind me and got inside the chamber doors. No body cared to enter this place either because I was born here.