Page 16 of The Wolf's Bullied Mate
I wanted to meet her.
If we saw each other in person, learned how the other looked, would we be even more attracted to each other? Would the chemistry between us be as smoldering as it was through texts?
Would RedRuby be as cute as I had made her out to be in my head?
The need to know more about her grew stronger in me every day for weeks, driving my desire. I enjoyed learning her secrets, like Christmas presents I had waited years to unwrap.
I wanted more of her.
So, one day, I asked her the simple but poignant question,Would you consider marrying me?
She didn’t reply for half a minute, but I wasn’t concerned at all. Asking her to become mine felt as natural as breathing.
Are you proposing to me?she finally wrote back.
I am,I replied.
There was another pause. Then she wrote,I didn’t think you’d ask so soon.
Why wait? You want to get out of your toxic pack, don’t you?
But… we don’t know each other that well.
We talk every day. I even know what your favorite pair of socks looks like.They were white with a pink ribbon pattern.You shared your dreams with me.She wanted a good future for her kid. Her son meant the world to her.
That’s… true, but…
Let’s meet up. Once we do, I’m sure we’ll want to spend more time together in person.
But… what if we meet up and don’t like each other in person?
Then we’ll go our separate ways, but I hope you would consider at least being friends with me.
There was another pause, then,An arranged marriage between us… maybe it’s a good idea.
I wasn’t sure if I would still call a marriage with her ‘arranged’ considering my deep emotions about RedRuby. My feelings for her were genuine. I didn’t have the courage to correct her, though. If she wanted to consider being with me an ‘arranged marriage’ at first, a contract agreement she could useto get away from her abusive environment, then I was happy to be that lifeline to her.
I would accept her and her son with open arms. I would do anything in my power to help them. I would keep them safe from harm.
And if anybody dared to threaten them, there would be hell to pay.
I no longer told RedRuby that I would kill anybody who abused her— she didn’t like me acting so violently. As a strong wolf, my nature was to protect and defend my potential mate, but if she wanted me to be gentler, then I would do my best to reign in my instincts.
Still, when I thought about her abusers, it was hard not to wish to hurt them.
Alright, I’m going to tell the agency to arrange a meeting for us; I wrote to her.I’m looking forward to seeing you.
Likewise.
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Three days later, the sun had already set as I sat in the living room, waiting for the Twin Tails agent to arrive with RedRuby and her son. I tapped my left leg nervously while my right hand drummed the same rhythm on my right knee. I put my left hand on my right one to stop it from moving. Tapping was a nervous habit I had whenever I was forced to wait for something for an excruciatingly long time.
Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into half an hour.
Where were they?
RedRuby was from another pack, but I didn’t know which one. How far away did she live from me? We had decided that our meeting would take place here, at my house, which shewould soon call her home. Our home. I looked around the living room. It was filled with light wooden furniture and a normal brown leather sofa; nothing much to write home about. The place sure needed a woman’s touch. If RedRuby agreed to marry me, I would let her decorate the house however she wished. If she wanted to paint the walls pink, I would paint them myself.
