The Prince's Mute Mate
He took another step forward and her breathing stopped all together. Inches apart, her eyes closed. He smelled of the woods and aftershave. He smelled like a man. She jerked back at the feeling of something on her cheek and as she opened her eyes, she saw that it was his finger, trailing down to her jaw and finally resting at her chin. He tipped her head back. A strange but pleasant tingling erupted with his touch.
Something, to her horror, that she leaned into instead of pulling away from.
She watched as his eyes grazed the scar running across her neck. They turned an almost yellow color, completely different than the warm, sensual brown they had been just seconds ago. She gasped in fear as his finger grazed lower, tracing the prominent scar that still lived there. A low growl woke her out of her stupor and she pushed back against him, her breathing heavy as she panicked. Her palms met a hard chest as she huffed in her efforts. Still, he didn't move.
Instead, the growling turned into a low rumble. As he grew even closer, closing all gaps of space between them. She felt him, everywhere. The pleasurable tingles running down the length of her body. He ran his nose up the side of her cheek and then he moved down, towards her throat, and then back up again. The rumbling continued but she found herself, despite everything, calming under him. Her heart beat evened out, her breathing became steady, and she stopped trembling, something she didn't even know she had been doing. He brought his head back up suddenly, his eyes fading into brown once more.
In Sia's nineteen years of life, she had been through more than most people would ever experience.
Her parents died in a tragic car accident, her brother had been violently taken away from her by the war against supernaturals, and her freedom had been ripped apart by Werewolves.
Oh, and to top it off, she was mute.
Little more than a slave underneath the wolves rule, Sia was just trying to survive.