Hey folks! I'm trying something new with this story so be nice! It's a werewolf story where they choose their mates (THERE ARE NO TRUE MATES) and age isn't viewed in the same way it is with humans. So since that's been said enjoy the prologue and let me know what you think! :-)

I can't comprehend what I'm doing here. Ok, no, I know exactly what I'm doing here... I just know I shouldn't be here. It's bad enough that I came here under false pretences, lying to my pack no less, but the fact that I'm standing here, lurking in this corner like a stalker... God how did it get to this? To most on-lookers I know I must seem like an average man just waiting for a friend or enjoying the warmth of the sun... but in truth I'm only here for one reason. For her. Even though I know she doesn't want me here. She doesn't want me at all. And rightfully so. But still I stalk her as if I have nothing better to do and in a sense I really don't. Without her, there truly is nothing to live for. And I had to learn that the hard way.

Choosing to wear an outfit I know she would approve of I glance at my reflection in the glass window beside me. My signature faded black jeans fit perfectly around my thighs, one of her favourite parts of my body, straight cut and lightly caked with mud from my shift earlier this morning. My V-neck black tee with the red lipstick stain she left on my right shoulder (and no I haven't washed it since) feels tight across my chest, which annoyingly catches the eye of many women. And her favourite leather jacket... the same old jacket I wore when I took her to dinner for the first time. The same jacket I wore when she cried on my shoulder because she lost loved ones and then kissed me so passionately that I couldn't see straight. The jacket that holds her soft, flowery scent along with so many memories, I wear it with both pride and sorrow.

Shaking my head to clear the haunting memories I just watch her. She looks so perfect sitting at that desk looking both regal and common at once. A part of me wonders if she knows I'm here. That after six years, she just knew I wouldn't be able to stay away any longer. Although it did take me longer than I had hoped to find her again and I had to crack a few skulls to get here I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Her presence, even though I have to resort to following her in the shadows, is heaven to me.

Another customer walks into her office and I try, and fail at supressing a growl, as the boy tries to get her attention. I can see him talking to her, flexing his muscles from time to time and even laughing at something she said. But she ignores him, as she has the past two other men that weren't talking business, though it doesn't seem to deter him. This... child tries to stroke her arm and thankfully she flinches away before he has the chance to touch her. She shoots him a deadly glare and the boy raises his hands in surrender and backs out of the store scowling. Oh that glare, the one that I taught her to give... One that I'm sure she would give me if she knew I was here. I would give anything if she would glare at me. All I want is for her to merely look at me.

Once the kid is down the street, my beauty looks up and sighs. I can see the stress all over her. Her shoulders are slumped and her mouth is drawn into a frown. If I could see her full body I would guess she would be impatiently bouncing her right leg at the audacity of the men and her hands would be wringing each other, she gets that habit from her parents. But even with a tired look gracing her she is still beautiful to me.

Her beauty is legendary, at least in my eyes it is and I'll kill anyone who would like to say otherwise. To some she may seem normal and maybe not as attractive as I make her seem but there is no other woman that can compare to her and no one ever will. From her perfect Cupid's bow shaped lips, to her stunning almost ethereal like eyes, she is the epitome of beauty. Even though she has a petite frame, her big personality makes up for anything else lacking. Her jasmine and lily scent fills my nostrils and encompasses my senses leaving me completely lost for her and I know she likes that. My female demands your attention and she's almost impossible to ignore. And who can ignore her when she looks so good... felt so good.

Her skin... mmm how soft it felt to lightly caress her body after a night of passionate love making. Everywhere my touch went tiny little goose bumps would follow even if she were asleep as if her body knew it was me feathering her. When she would softly moan my name in her sleep or search for me with her hands to rest on my chest even though she was always half awake doing so. A smile breaks onto my face at the thought. At how attached to me she used to be. Even when we weren't able to touch each other we would be undressing the other with our eyes, with our smiles and the light lick of her lips. People use that phrase "Attached at the hip" when it comes to their significant other but when it comes to my female it's much more than that. Like it says in the bible God made Adam's wife from his rib... that is what this woman is to me, my rib. There were times when we would just lie together and say nothing at all yet I knew everything that she was thinking. Times when I would want to be near her so badly that I would want to merely crawl inside of her just so I could be wrapped up in her. I'm obsessed and possibly possessed by this woman and I wouldn't want it any other way. I just wish... I wish it could have been longer. That we could have been longer.

My heart, my life, my mate... I remember how much she loved me. How she adored me as if I were her world and yet only when I finally chose to make her my world did I lose her. My wolf growls at the memories and I take a long deep breath of her scent to calm him. Even from across the street I can still smell her as if she were directly in front of me. Taking in her scent helps to relax him, though the arousal that follows is of no help to me. I fight against my instincts to release my canines, instead allowing my wolf a little power as my eyes begin to darken.

I have to back further into the corner and clench my fists as I draw blood due to my claws slowly growing. Hissing I can hear him slowly chanting the one word I didn't fully comprehend until that night. The night that changed everything. That damn word that has haunted me for seven years now. Mate. The chanting becomes louder as memories of our late night escapades flash through my mind like a movie on fast forward.

Every touch, every kiss, every thrust is replayed over and over to the point that I am reliving it. I can taste her sweet nectar in my mouth, the salt from her tears and sweat as I licked it off her skin; her tongue swirling around with mine. I can feel her nails digging into my skin, literally drawing blood at the intensity of our love making. Feel her teeth biting into my shoulder just before I sunk my own canines into her neck claiming her as mine and mine only. Feel her legs lock around my back, heels pushing me to go faster and harder. I can hear it. Her pants and screams, hearing my name rip from her throat when she finally let go. A shudder passes through me and I have to refuse the demand to palm my own flesh in retaliation to the memories.

We need our female. I hiss in annoyance at my wolf's voice. The damn wolf is hornier than I am! Choosing to take back control I close my eyes, breathe through my mouth and try to calm down. When I feel my human form is complete I look towards my love again and almost swoon. I've missed her so much that I can feel our mate bond pulling at me to be closer to her. That's all it's been doing since she left. Pulling at my heart, practically tearing me apart at the loss of her. Being so close, yet so far is the worst pain I've ever had to endure.

Another man enters the lobby and I watch as she immediately perks up. My wolf doesn't like this, and neither do I. He's wearing a light grey suit with his hair gelled back and a Bluetooth in his ear. When he spots her his conversation is cut short and he begins to smile lightly. His eyes seem to brighten at her sight and his back relaxes as he tries to look casual in her presence. Unbuttoning his suit jacket he gives her a cheery greeting and places a file on her desk. The man continues to stand there just watching her as she goes through the file. When she looks up and begins to speak to him, he is still staring at her as if she said nothing at all. Only when she softly touches his hand does his head snap up and his cheeks begin to tint red. Like the angel she is, she just smiles at him and hands him back the file purposely allowing their hands to touch. The man chooses takes his damn time going back into his office and with my heightened senses I can read the name on his door, claiming him to be the owner of the office. Ashton Park. The name seems oddly familiar. I hate him. This is the fourth day I've been here watching her and not once has she showed as much enthusiasm as she has with him... which means she likes him. This also means I will have to kill him. My wolf growls in agreement.

Glancing at my watch I see its 12:47 p.m. and she still hasn't left for her lunch. She usually leaves around 12:30 p.m. so she can arrive back for 1:15 p.m. and work until 4:00 p.m.. I know this because I literally follow her every movement. But for some reason she is still working. Twenty minutes pass before she begins to pack up her things and I get ready to follow her to Panera Bread for lunch.

Maybe today is the day I finally reveal myself to her. I could take it slow; maybe get her flowers and a big teddy bear. She's always been sentimental like that. Just thinking about seeing her again excites me both physically and mentally. Scenarios of our meeting race through my mind and each one ends in us making hard passionate love to each other over and over again... something I've been craving for years now. No woman was able to satisfy my needs like she did and being mated to her meant that I couldn't take another woman even if I wanted to. Six years without sex may seem like a travesty to most men but if I couldn't be with her than I would suffer in silence. My female cared for me physically as much as emotionally. She's my everything and I need her back.

Sure she will be mad that I found her, and she may yell but I know how to calm her. She's my mate... she has to forgive me. And if she doesn't then I will spend every day of the rest of my life doing everything I can to make her forgive me. She's worth it.

When she steps outside the door I move forward slowly and brace myself for the shock of her seeing me after so long, but I freeze when I see Ashton call for her. He has taken his jacket and his tie off and they are hanging off his forearm. He smiles at her and exchanges a few words before smiling brightly and holding the door open for her. The two enter a black car and drive off in the opposite direction of her usual lunch spot.

I can feel my body restricting against my wolf's wishes to shift and chase down that car but I can't. It's too public to shift and she would be disappointed in me if I lost control so easily. Instead I take deep breaths and focus on the thought that she will be back. And when she returns... I won't be hiding anymore.

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