Pen-like machine

Hazel.

I watched as Lucian shut the door gently behind him. His piercing gaze immediately turned towards me and although I felt the instinct to draw back, I did not move an inch.

He wouldn't hurt me. Besides, he had placed his life at stake and saved me from that accident. I owe him everything. Speaking about the accident, I now noticed that he was no longer in his previous outfit which was soaked with blood.

His injuries also seemed to have healed up. Is that some kind of a power?

My thoughts was cut short at his shameless gaze. I must admit, for a moment I loved the intense look he was casting on my body.

Is this the reason Ylva and Ash had made me up this way? Even I felt that sexy feeling that I had not felt in years.

I watched him cross over and dump his jacket, then he turned back to me.

I was the first to speak for I could not hold my questions in any longer.

"What's Luna? What's this place and why is everyone calling me Luna?"

He replied calmly, gently pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, "That's what you are."

"What am I?"

He lifted his gaze and said with a total percent composure, "My wife."

He continued after a brief moment of sparks, "This place is my home and our pack."

"Okay, maybe you don't remember but I'm human. I don't know how you do things here. I have never heard that an animal married a human."

A hint of anger flashed through his eyes as he said, "An animal?"

I pursed my lips and blinked twice, "What else should I call you?"

He looked away, the air in the room getting colder and colder despite the fire burning at the fireside.

"I need to get back to my pack," he began to speak, "And I need my mate to do that."

"Well?" I shrugged, "Where's your mate?"

"Here." he answered, giving me that intense gaze again, "She is right in front of me."

I shook my head, confused.

"You will act as my mate because I'm yet to find her and I'm not a patient man." he blew out air from his lips as he ended the sentence.

"How do I act as your mate when I do not know the-" I was saying when I felt a gush of wind and lifted my head to find him standing in front of me.

I began to take steps back as I was no longer brave enough to act tough. He seemed to be enjoying this little show as he leaned in on me the moment I hit the wall with nowhere to run to.

"You don't know how to act as my mate?" he asked and then lifted his finger and caressed my lips "What do husband and wife do, Hazel?"

I felt spell bounded. More than that, I wanted him to just take my lips already. Is it the concoction? Why do I want him so badly.

I bit my lips before replying, "Husband and wife make love;we are not in love."

He groaned, "Hazel, we don't have to be."

I was stuck in his eyes and his touch on my lips was increasing the sparks inside of me. I had no idea that I yearned so much for the touch of a man. I wanted to deep my fingers into that white hair of his and feel the texture however he was far away from me in the blink of an eye.

I pushed myself from the wall and regained my composure.

He looked at me just then and said, "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

I shook my head.

He sighed, "Just pretend we're attached, that's all you have to do."

I made a soft chuckle, "You won't talk about how and why you bought me for forty million dollars?"

"That's why I bought you," he answered immediately, "You will act as my mate so I can get accepted into my pack."

"And after that?"

"We can get divorced." he replied

I was relieved to hear that and so I said, "Promise?"

"Promise," he gave me his word and I relaxed however,

"There's one more thing though," he raised my heartbeat even higher and added, "They need to be convinced that you're really my mate."

With emphasis on attached, I said, "I'll try my best to act attached to you."

"Not that," he held my gaze as if preparing me for what was to come, "You need my mark."

"Your mark?"

"Mates mark each other during sex."

"We're not mates," I said rather quickly.

After a moment, he said, "That's the only way we can convince them."

I shook my head vehemently, "There's no way I'll let some animal sink its fangs into my neck!"

I heard a growl that made me lift my eyes. I saw his red eyes for the second time that day and now, it was even more brighter. Is he upset?

"I'm not an animal." more than a statement, his words sounded like a warning.

"Still, I cannot let you mark me. There has to be some other way. Besides, I can't mark you. I have got no fangs!"

"It's a sweet feeling, not what you think" he said however I remained adamant.

"Since the mark is a sacred bond between mates, I don't think it's right that we abuse it considering the fact that you will find your mate someday."

An unexplainable feeling welled up in my heart however it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

Lucian smirked and looked away. He's never been the one to pay heed to the moon goddess and her stupid choosing of mates and who you get to live your entire life with.

In Lucian's eyes, it was just not fair. Your life and destiny shouldn't be in the hands of a goddess who could fuck with it. Due to this, he believes the moon goddess hates him and therefore would not give him a mate.

Lucian could care less. He did not want to spend the rest of his life tied to someone he did not choose. He'd rather spend his life with beautiful women all over him.

"There's another way," he finally conceded "We could make a tattoo."

I nodded and watched him bring a small instrument. I know tattoo hurts but it's better than having the mate mark on my neck.

"Get on the bed." he ordered and I did as told.

I gasped unexpectedly when his fingers brushed the skin on my neck. I relaxed when I found that he was only placing my hair back so he could see my neck properly.

The machine started and I shut my eyes in fear until I heard my name.

"Hazel,"

I opened my eyes.

"Why would you choose this damn machine over me inside of you?"

When I didn't reply, he smirked and pressed the pen-like machine into my neck.