The Revenge Of A Lycan | On Hold

18 | waiting

"I guess time does seem to pass slowly when you are waiting for something."

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18 | waiting

-Fleur London-

I bit my lip and glanced at the clock once again. The clock read 8:35 PM and I sighed. I swear it was 8:34 PM like 10 minutes ago.

I started shaking my knee in apprehension and restlessness.

Another 10 minutes passed and I looked at the clock.

8:36 PM.

I let out a low growl in disappointment. I guess time does seem to pass slowly when you are waiting for something.

Or someone.

My shift will be over soon and I will be out of this goddamn restaurant, and meet my mate soon.

A small smile formed on my lips at the thought. I have always been a bit soft and drawn towards him, I've always for some reason wanted to comfort him and listen to him. Now that all made so much sense.

A little part of me always knew he is special.

If Jeremiah's assumption is correct, he should be coming today and I should encounter him on my way back home.

I once again looked at the clock and it read 8:38 PM. I sighed in defeat. It is gonna be a long night.

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A grin never left my face as I exited the restaurant, feeling equal parts of giddy and excited.

Every other time I met him, it was a matter of concern for me. Mainly because it felt like he threatened my pack and my authority. But now, there was more thrill to it than anything. My father always told me that I'd have an extraordinary mate. Someone who'd be a pureblood Alpha like me. I had always worried about what would happen if he was wrong.

I guess however, he was right and wrong, both at the same time.

My mate isn't ordinary in any manner. His skills are exemplary and he has demonstrated them not only to me, but my entire pack several times. He, but, doesn't seem to be in a very prestigious position in any pack. Infact, I am not even sure if he even belongs to any pack. He might just be a lone wolf.

My heart sank a bit at the thought and worry seemed to settle in the pits of my stomach. I don't have any troubles with my mate being a lone wolf, I'd love him nonetheless. But I don't think my father would in any sense appreciate it. He would probably try to force me to reject him, and then mate me to some Alpha.

My chest tightened at the thought but I clenched my fist. I shouldn't jump to assumptions. Maybe he isn't a lone wolf. I haven't ever even seen his face.

I heightened my senses and held my nose high up in the air as I tried to sense his presence around me. He didn't even have a scent but I hoped I'd be able to pick something up now, that I know I'm his mate.

I stood at a spot under the postlight, near to where I've almost always met him. I looked at the time on my phone.

Impatiently, I kept looking around, searching for him. He should be here by this time. It is about the time I've seen him always.

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I don't remember exactly for how long I stood there. Maybe it was 2 hours or maybe it was even longer. All I remember is that he never came. I dejectedly walked back home, watching over my shoulder every few seconds. I didn't even talk to anyone or eat anything, I just went to bed. That's how mentally exhausted I felt.