Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Valentine Winters P.O.V

I rouse up noticing that I was oneself on the tiles. I wonder how I dozed off yesterday cause in the middle of the night I felt satisfied and snugness surround me. Maybe my mate established some pity for me and off the air-conditioner, guess thanks mate.

My mate was no where in sight leaving me alone, or so I thought. I heard the shower on. Form as opinion of, he’s bathing. The upcoming instrument that I heard got me dissolve into hushed laughter.

I heard him rapping ‘Alphabet Aerobics’ in the shower. I find it extremely adorable.

I heard the shower being turned off and became completely mute. I just sat crossed leg down on the floor. The door of the shower opened revealing my mate wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist hanging quite low. I blushed furiously and looked anywhere but him.

I heard a deep chuckle coming out from him. He went into his walk-in-closet and came out after a few minutes wearing a white beater with black jeans. His hair wasn’t combed leaving it drenched and messy in a sexy way.

He sauntered towards me. ”Want food, dog ?” He asked. I was getting hungry but as he declared me as a dog, I shook my head not even having a glimpse at him. I wasn’t a dog nor will I be treated as one.

“Wow! I didn’t know dogs have feelings for calling them dogs.” He told chuckling at his own pathetic joke which I didn’t find it funny but an insult.

I gave him a death glare but he just smiled finding it amusing. “You think I’ll get scared of your weakly little glare ? Think again. You just look foolish.” He stated as I just hugged my legs together and buried my face between my knees.

I felt him tugging on my hair forcing me to look at him “As you’re being stubborn, no food for three days.” He said before storming off outside the room leaving me solitary in this enormous uninviting room.

Even for leaving the room, he did all the passcode requirements.

I sighed.

I don’t even know where I am and can’t even mind link with any of my pack members, which signifies that I’m very far from home.

I didn’t have anything to do, so I just did what I could. I stood up slowly and walked around surveying. In one of the section, there were a great number of trophies. From big to small.

There were lacrosse winning trophies, football, basketball, softball, hockey and etcetera. Completed with first, second and third placings. He should be really superior in sports.

I can’t believe that I’m gonna say this but I missed school. Times where I’ll be condemning the teachers and trooping up with my friends. I smiled at the jovial memory.

I checked his desk and inside his drawers, I found many certificates with the name of Lucifer Argent. Guess who that is, I thought sarcastically.

I sat on his chair, whirling it around with me sitting on it. I glanced up and instantly jerked away from the seat. I failed to remember about the security cameras. Damn! They should have seen me doing these demented things. Fuck!

I went and sat back on the tiles beside the bed crossing my arms over my chest and just waited for my mate to return.

It’s been almost two hours and he still wasn’t back. I was starving.

I leaned my back on the wall behind me, closing my eyes and slowly drifted to sleep.

I woke up from an unanticipated harsh shut of the door resulting me to accidentally bang my head on the wall. I cursed and hissed from the pain rubbing the sore part of my head.

“Hurt yourself pet ? Be careful next time.” My mate told looking. He threw his back pack on the bed. Was he carrying his bag pack this morning when he went out? I must have not noticed it.

“Where did you go ?” I enquired in a hushed voice.

“School.” He simply stated.

“Why, missed me ?” He smirked. I sighed and shook my head.

Wait, he’s still schooling ?

“Aren’t you too old for schooling?” The words left my mouth before I could even stop them.

“How old do you think I am ?” He questioned raising an eyebrow at me.

“Twenty or twenty one ?”

“I, a seventeen year old boy look that old ?” He faked hurt.

My jaw dropped.

He was just seventeen?

“Close your mouth dearie, unless you want something of mine in it.” He smirked.

I closed my mouth instantly shooting daggers at him.

He sat on his bed and began rummaging through his backpack pulling out some books with his pencil box.

He opened and began writing. I placed my arms on his bed noting what he was engaged in writing.

“What are you doing ?” I asked.

“Homework,” he simply stated.

“I could assist.” I offered.

He gape at me in all like hood wondering if he should or not proceed then shoved some books close by me with a pencil, pen and eraser.

He had a mathematical problems works.

I showed him how to solve the problems by teaching him some easier formulas and he seems to be catching up expeditiously. He wrapped up everything before placing them in his bag.

Not even a thanks ?

I sat back on the tiles. “Well done pet, didn’t know you could be useful” he complimented.

“I have a name.” I muttered.

“What’s that?” He enquired.

“I said I have a name.” I spoke raising my tone.

“Let me guess. Marmaduke ?” He chuckled.

Seriously Marmaduke, Isn’t that a boys name?

“My name is Valentine Winters.” I replied.

“Neat name, but I think Pet suits you finer.” He tells grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“Take a shower, there are clothes in the sink every other day.” He stated.

I nodded and walked in the shower closing the door behind me leaning on it. I stripped and showered before wearing the clothes that fit me like a second skin. It was so tight.

I couldn’t even breath and kinda see-through. But luckily not much. The shorts were like panties. It was just for covering my private areas.

I trudged out and once more, the cool air hit me like a ton of ice made bricks. I was shivering further this time cause I didn’t even consume anything.

I sat down on the tiles that were currently chilling my ass. I hugged myself tight as the lights went off.

It was freezing cold, I was starving and thirsty. Me still being in a sitting position, my mate turned to me.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet ?” He asked tiredly. Even when it was dark, I was able to still look at him crystal clear with my werewolf eyesight.

“Hungry.” I simply said truthfully.

He sat up. “It was your fault.” He blamed.

“It was your choice to punish me.” I defended.

“All you had to do was ask for food.” He spoke.

“Would you have given me ?” I questioned.

“No.” He stated.

“You are heartless.” I snarled.

He jumped out from his bed instantaneously pinning me on the wall by my neck, my legs dangling in the air.

He had a death grip on my neck suffocating me, pressing onto my trachea resulting both my hands to flew up claw his hands of me.

“You do not talk to me in such manner!” He roared.

“Fuck you!” I said out of breath.

His eyes dimmed a little.

I tried taking in some breath as he tightened his grip on my neck further, black spots started dancing around my vision.

“If that’s what you want. That’s what you’ll get.” He says in a dangerous voice and threw me on his bed harshly.