Chapter 6

Amelia closed the door behind her with one hand. It was also one of her special talents as a waitress. Many times, customers would order in the very important person room and she would be required to take them to the customers. Ok getting there, she needed to use one hand to open the door.

"Maxwell, I am back with your hangover soup" she said in a soft soothing voice. 

"I hope you like it" 

Silence struck the room without delay.

"Maxwell?" She called out but still, there was no response.

"Maxwell??!!" Her once gentle voice was gradually developing into a scream. 

"Maxwell, where are you?"

Her anxiety began to increase when she dropped the food tray with it's soup inside, to search for Maxwell.

Had he been so drunk he fell inside the bathroom and died?

Her heart panicked. Her eyes widened in shock, what would the pack say?

Was this the way Maxwell's family had said they would take him out of the mess of a mateship they were in?

Amelia's head felt like it was about to spin when she saw the bathroom door lying open.

"Breathe" she reminded herself. She took slow steps as she advanced to the bathroom.

Her heart was thudding. It was the same feeling she was getting when she saw people gathered in front of her house. She could also envision the same thing. Only, this time, it would be her who would be dying because Maxwell's family was not to be messed with.

"Maxwell?!" She called out one last time before poking her head into the bathroom.

Her jaw dropped when she saw Maxwell seated quietly on the toilet seat, smiling at her.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" She heaved a sigh of relief as she held her chest. Her thoughts were running wild and he was just seated there, laughing.

"I'm sorry, I just thought about a fun game. You and I should play it. You'd like it. What do you think?"

Maxwell tried to get up.

Amelia was about to close her eyes but she heard him call her to order.

"Don't do that, I'm your mate, remember?!"

She stopped.

She was a virgin and had never really witnessed a man's nakedness before but that was a story for another day.

"What kind of game do you have in mind?"

Maxwell kept seating there, smiling sheepishly when Amelia asked that they leave the toilet.

"Have you heard your bath atleast?"

He nodded.

She carefully led him out of the bathroom and into the room.

"Sit here and take your hangover soup. I specifically made it for your hangover and headache, it'll cure them. Hang on tight, I want to get some ointment to massage your legs"

Maxwell took a spoon out of his tray and started licking on it.

That was nasty but she had no right to say so. She watched him with disgust until she could finally turn her head to search for the ointment.

"Found it. So what game were you talking about?"

Maxwell's eyes brightened at the mention of game.

She took it he was excited about sports.

"It's very easy, I'm sure you'd love it"

"Alright, go ahead and share it with me" she smiled. Maxwell's one foot was on her leg, being massaged and well oiled down when she heard him ask if she had ever met a man before.

"What do you mean? I meet men daily. I used to be a waitress, remember?"

"I remember but not that type of meeting men. The type where you open your legs for them" he smirked.

At the mention of legs being opened, Amelia's face turned from a smile to a stern look. 

Maxwell noticed it. 

"Come on, you don't have to get so serious and angry with me. It's a mere question"

She shook her head, "No"

That's perfect. I never thought there would come a day where I have to mate with a virgin. All the women and girls in our pack look like they've had at least a hundred men sleep with them. I'm proud of you"

Amelia blushed. She was proud of it herself. It was not easy warding of men who tried at every chance they could get to sleep with her.

"Thank you, so what game do you have in mind?"

"Well, it was a game when I didn't know you were a virgin but now that I do, I'd like to make it a favor. A special request from mez your mate" 

Her curiosity grew. "how special is this request again?"

Maxwell pulled his legs off her lap and sat properly. Amelia's chair that was faced in his direction was now turned away. It was a three wheeled chair and so he had to turn it right back.

"Look deeply into my eyes" he dragged Amelia's chair closer.

Amelia was looking. The intensity of the moment was maddening. 

Hearts were beating. Gazes were locked, body fluids were rising and awkwardness was lurking around when Maxwell sighed.

"What favor do you wish to ask?" Amelia, who thought the favor was probably a kiss or a massage on his back stared into his eyes. Her vision was unwavering. 

"I don't know if you'd be up for it" he chuckled.

"I don't know. You seem like a baby at this"

Amelia smiled. He was being funny.

"'come on, talk to me" she begged in a baby's voice. "I want to know it" 

Maxwell lingered around with his request until finally, he exhaled and then laughed, "I want you to allow me fuck you"

His voice echoed in Amelia's head.

Everything stopped moving at that instant.

"What did you say?" She asked in disgust. 

Her forehead had furrowed together, making Amelia looked scary.

"What did you just say to me?"

"I may have put it in a different way. What I meant to say is that I would like to ride you bitch" he giggled afterwards.

Amelia scoffed. Apparently, he thought it was funny to not only ask to sleep with her but he meant to use it in an insulting way too.

"You called me, your mate, a bitch?"

"Isn't that what you are? You were a bitch before but now, youre my bitch" he bursted out laughing. 

His words shot a bullet to her heart. Amelia tried to blink away the pain but it came as a physical blow which she was scratched by.

"Come on. I promise,. You'll enjoy it" he giggled again. He went on to try and pull his shirt off while he waited for her, " Should I come to you or you'd come to me?"

Amelia blinked away the tears that were now crowded on her eyelids. She exhaled deeply and then smiled, "Did you take the hangover soup?"

"Not yet. You want to get me more sober up so you could ride me better?"

Amelia laughed. An idea came into her head. What if she tried it out? Could she get away with it?

"Come to me" she leaned back in her chair.

"Come kiss me" 

"I've always known you were feisty" he whispered. Maxwell rose from the bed to sit up straight. He tried to wipe his eyes clean as he was speaking.

"I knew that even if you didn't have a wolf, you had that wolf side in you. Maybe it's gonna come out faster if I spread your legs and pump you really hard"

His comment was more that insulting. It was degrading. He wasn't seeing her as a wolf but thought he could help her by pounding on her flesh, surely, that was not her mate. 

Amelia wore a brooding expression but the cloudiness of Maxwell's eyes didn't let him see them when he moved closer.

"I'm here my sexy wolfie" he teased, "Give me all you've got"

Amelia thought of how nice it would be to implement her idea.

She couldn't take it anymore. Not with his last comment.

"Are you sure you want it?"

"I'm ready!"

Suddenly, there was a large thud to someone's cheeks. A body went flying on the bed.

"How dare you!"