Chapter 3: Pet

*LYCIA*

Trying to gain control over myself I am about to pull him away from me when I heard my mother’s voice.

“Lycia? Are you done with the potion that I asked you to make?” she asked making me realize that she was seconds away from barging into my room.

The unknown lycan man perked up at my mother’s voice and standing up he said, “She must be your mother, I should greet her-”

At his words panic took over me. With my mother’s footsteps approaching my door and this lovesick man inviting his own death and mine with him I could only think of one thing and twirling my hand in the air I clicked my fingers. Thankfully I was quick because just as a knock came and my mother opened the door the lycan turned into a dog.

The fur that he had as a wolf remained still but smaller than his wolf’s size he looked more like a husky. There was confusion on his animalistic features at the sudden transformation and whimpering he looked back at me. With its tail dropping down he plodded to my legs and looked up at me with hurt in his eyes.

What the fuck?  How could he become cuter this way?

Almost over come with the strangest urge I bent down and patting his head I said, “Sorry. I had to.”

At my words he licked my palm making me chuckle and just as I was about to tickle its soft fur on his back I felt a murderous aura surround me. A chill ran down my back and remembering who had entered my room I froze in my place.

Are you insane, Lycia? How could you forget your mom’s presence?

But I am sure people who have pets would know how hard it was to resist the puppy dog eyes.

“Lycia Amoret! How dare you defy me and bring a dog into my house? Are you rebelling now? Where did you even find it?” she snarled, glaring at Wolfie. I know that was a lame name but hey I don’t have time to think of one, right now, and well technically he was a wolf.

“Mom, I did not rebel against you. I found Wolfie near the woods on my way home, hurt and so I brought it back to give it some first aid,” I said and staring at it for a little while making Wolfie press closer to my feet she then moved her poisonous gaze to me.

“Did you use your magic to heal it?” she asked and nodding at her I felt my heart quicken at her scrutiny.

“That is why I can feel some traces of magic from him but I think you used more than you should have. He might get sick,” she said and then giving me a disapproving looked she continued, “Seems like you still need to practice more.”

I was thankful that my mother had always underestimated me because if not she would have realized that instead of one magic spell I had used two on him. besides the rest of the magical power belonged to his own spirit as a supernatural being.

It was a nightmare for my animal hating mother to have a begotten daughter like me who couldn’t stay away from animals. I had been crying for the last twenty years for her to let me have one but her answer was always a no. When I was younger she would have to forcefully pull me away from the pets of my friends and neighbors because I would sneak out a millions time to go meet them. I had been so out of control that she had to put a tracking spell on me to make it easier for her to find me each time.

But could you blame me?

They were just so adorable!

“Well since it is treated now then go and leave it where you brought it from,” she said ending the discussion and turning to leave but how could I do that? How could I just leave this lycan to fend for itself when he couldn’t even remember his most basic details. Not to forget I’m sure he would come straight back to me claiming to my mother that he was my mate warranting for himself an early death.

“But Mom,” I needed to save him from that fate, “You said that it might get sick because of the magic that I used on him so let me keep it until it gets better. Please. I will never pester you for another pet again. Just for a month! Let it stay with us for a month!”

“No, I am sure you will get attached to it,” she said eyeing Wolfie and then me with annoyance. I wondered why I had to go to such lengths for a stranger especially a lycan but what can I do, I just had to be a good person!

The stare of her eyes was unnerving but then turning her face away she said, “Remember the deal. It can only stay with us for a month and after that I never want to hear you talk of another pet again. Also keep it in your room and never let it come in my sight. I will not guarantees its safety otherwise.”

“Alright but then you should stop barging into my room,” I said hoping that I would be able to avoid such nerve wracking experiences.

“I am staying as far away from your room as I can,” She said and rolling her jewel eyes she glared at Wolfie and then went out leaving me alone.

Sitting down, feeling exhausted from the hateful aura of my mother slowly dissipating from my room I petted Wolfie’s dog form and felt it lick my face. It was almost like I had a pet in reality and enjoying the rare moment I mumbled, “I wish you were just a wolf.”

At that moment he transformed into a human once again and instead of its rough tongue licking me it was his lips showering kisses on my face and pushing him away I asked, “What are you doing?”

“Kissing you?” he doubtfully replied and then settled his head atop my breasts and below my neck as he rejoiced, “Yes! I can stay with my mate.”

“Don’t you understand the situation? My mother hates lycans and the only reason why you are safe and alive right now is because I turned you into a dog,” I said pushing him off me slightly buzzing rom his closeness to my boobs, “But you must not be an ordinary Lycan for you to reverse my magic so soon.”

“So when will we tell your mother that I am a lycan and that you are my mate?” he asked sitting in front of me.

His words scared me. Going against my mother was something that I never did and committing to a relationship was never my plan. I couldn’t afford to be committed to someone and potentially risk their life too.

The remembrance of my haunting life scares me and trying to push that thought away I try to fuss about the easier and simpler things in life that doesn’t put my life at risk. Like potentially being mated to a Lycan.

Did Esmeralda’s curse actually work?

“First let me make this clear to you. I’m not going to be your mate so you should give up on me,” I said watching as his features dropped farther and farther with every word, “I cannot love you. I don’t want to be tied down to a single person, I cannot stay with you.”

“But when I was injured before you said that we should stay together forever,” he reasoned making me realize that he must have been unconsciously listening to me.

“But that was because I thought you were a real wolf. I wanted a pet not a mate,” I said trying to make him understand my mind. He sulked and slouched listening to my words and I almost felt bad for him. It was already bad that he was separated from his family and now that he found his mate he was rejected.

I have heard that to Lycans, their mates are of the utmost importance and they say that their lives depend on each other but I don’t think I could ever fulfill a role this big.

To be honest he was really attractive but I would be happy to treat him as a fling and nothing more.

“Now don’t look like a lost pup, I will let you stay here with me for a month like what I promised my mother but in the meantime we’ll try looking for your family. You will also try to regain your memory but when this all ends you will have to leave and go. So what do you say want to live with me as my lycan pet?” I asked adding the last sentence in a joking manner.

“I don’t ever want to leave you, Lycia,” he said seriously coming to sit beside me, “But if this is what you want then I won’t force you. Every, moment that I be with you is full of happiness for me.”

His words once again made me blush. I was not used to this sincerity and looking away I said, “Why do you have to be this sappy? Don’t forget your place. You are just Wolfie, my pet.”

“Call me whatever you want and make me whatever you want me to be I am just so happy to be living with you,” he said, his chest rumbling with his deep baritone and turning my face to his with a rough hand against my cheek he kissed me making me let out a moan at the hot flash of pleasure surging through my body.

Fuck! Who was the one in control here?