Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

3.1

The Bayou, Mid Morning

MAZEKI wondered silently through the camp, her hands tucked neatly away behind her back with sunglasses on the edges of her nose. She was quiet at the hellos from strangers that knew her name, and passive at those who tried to engage her.

The blonde Mikaelson had lost herself after Rebekah left, abandoning Klaus in his sorrow, ignoring her mate in the time where she finally had what she wanted, even sharing few words with those that still pushed to see her.

She instead used her respective time to council her fathers pack, she'd come by at morning and leave by dusk when the crowd would turn to rowdy for her taste. She never spoke however, even to Arthur, she'd keep her silence to stay impartial to them.

However it seemed the relaxed schedule she had grown accustomed too in the last month was only a pipe dream.

Feeling a rough smack on the back, the Mikaelson woman halted in her path. Raising an unamused brow, she slowly rounded to meet the enraged eyes of a special Hayley Marshall, who had set her sight on Mazeki upon seeing her strolling around.

"Hayley, it seems you grow more pleasant the longer the baby stays inside." Mazeki grumbled lowly, looking the woman over the Heretic was pleased to see her mate unharmed, simply bothered. "May I help you?"

"What the hell!" Hayley yelled enraged, stepping forward and shoving the blonde roughly.

Quickly reacting, she reached up and caught the werewolf's wrists, pulling her closer in one swift motion so that the two mates faces were only separated by mere inches. Her voice lowering to a whisper only the wolf could hear. "If you want help I'd be really nice to me right about now."

Glaring at the beautiful woman, Hayley lowered her voice to match the Heretics in a challenge. "Your brother arranged a meeting with everyone but the wolves Mazeki, without the ones who helped build the city. Do you understand how ridiculous that is!"

Arching a brow, the green eyed woman frowned at her Little Minx's anger, annoyed at the fact that Elijah had clearly hoped to have her resolve whatever issue he didn't want to have on his mind. "Very?" She assumed, watching as Hayley tried to pull from her, only for her to grip tighter on the wolfs wrists. "I'm sorry little Minx, It seems I was deceived as well by my brother."

Hayley kept her heated glare on the woman for a moment, though slowly sank as the softness in Mazeki melted her soul. God she hated this woman and he beauty! "You really didn't know?"

"About your pack not being invited? No. I do however know of the meeting," she nodded, before smiling at the young woman. "And it's whereabouts."

Hayley furrowed her brows for a second before the realization dawned on her, forcing a smile to appear on the pregnant werewolf's face.

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St Anne's Church, Mid Morning

MATES are a sacred bond, one very little believe nor begin to understand, however it was a reminder of fate, passion, and trust. Mazeki herself wouldn't even insult whoever had placed her within the solid bond between herself and Hayley. Despite the way to two argued, and assumed, Mazeki could be unrelenting when it came to protecting those that mattered.