Wereball Serie - Along Came A Mate

Playing the ignorance card, I pretended not to know what he was talking about. I also tried to ignore all the insects that were rousing in my belly.

“Oh Rudolph! It’s you.” I said as if I had forgotten his existence. ′What a Pinocchio.′

“I see that, as usual, you have forgotten about your manners. You are supposed to say ‘hello’ when you call someone!”

Rudolph ignored my sarcasm as well as my words. “Do you have something you want to tell me, Yvaine?” The danger laced in his voice was meant to intimidate. And I could not contain my smirk.

“Mmmh, yeah...” I paused before continuing, tapping a finger on my chin. “Recent studies have shown how a daily dose of Ashwagandha can help lower cortisol levels. Do you want me to send you a sample? You could really use some, considering how stressed you sound!”

His menacing growl suggested that the guy definitely needed a whole pound of the Indian medicinal herb.

"Ashwa- what?? Do you mean Hashish?” Surprise replaced irritation, “Are you trying to sell me drugs now?”

I gasped at that. “What!? No, you idiot! Ashwagandha is a rejuvenating herb that helps the body cope with physical and emotional stress-” I was rudely interrupted. “I don’t need to cope with any stress! YOU are stressing me out. YOU! And all that medical bullshit you’ve been babbling about.”

Another snarl from his side and another smirk from my side followed.

“You can put the costol in your-” ”Cortisol!” I corrected with a sly smile. Since we were on the subject, I decided I might as well spread some knowledge with the gorilla on the other line.

"Cortisol is a stress hormone. Its levels can shoot up when a person is under stress. This causes other hormones and neurotransmitters to become unbalanced, leading to symptoms like anger, depression and poor sleep. Regular intake of Ashwagandha can make an individual feel less stressed and mentally calm....” I paused when no any animal sound or sarcastic comments followed. “Are you still there?”

My question broke the trance he had fallen into. I had noticed how, whenever I talked for too long, Rudolph often remained silent. Oddities.

‘Maybe he was just about to fall asleep,’ I thought, rolling my eyes.

“Don’t make me forget why I have called you,” And there he was again, ranting. “Have you lost your mind!?”

His control was waning.

“Um, no, I haven’t, but it looks like you’ve lost yours. Maybe you have forgot it under the bed of one of your Booty calls.”

Another snarl came from the other line.

Interesting. Someone doesn’t like to be disrespected.

“Oh yeah, you are right!” I said with mockery, “It’s indeed awfully hard to find your head again, with so many beds to check! Now I understand why you are so stressed-” He cut me off again.

“I’m not stressed!” His frustration levels were amazing and a great entertainment. I bit my lips to trap yet another giggle. “And I don’t need help, or any of your stupid Indian grass!”

“If you say so. No need to be so grumpy though.” Before his tongue could produce any more rudeness, I continued. “But enlighten me. Has something happened to you, Rudy? You seem a little upset today! And the sun is shining!” My voice cooed, pursing my lips to contain my laughter.

“Oh! Nothing happened, other than being bombarded with thousands of messages from different Doms asking for the diameter of my ring and which leash I’m used to!” He hissed, louder, more irritated than ever.

I tried to hide my laughter, placing my hand on my face while my eyes popping out of their sockets. How I wanted to record this conversation and send it to Tiziano! The victory of our plan was proportional to Rudolph’s irritation.

And the boy was livid. I should add some chamomile along with those Indian therapeutic herbs that I would send him.

“I’ve also received several photos of cocks and fucking hairy breasts. Oh, and masks and chains too! As they were used!” Disgust leaked from his voice, “Damn it! At least next time sign me up for a female version so I can have some fun.”

Obviously, the pervert had to make such a comment. I rolled my eyes.

“But, Yvaine” The sensation of my name uttered in that intimate way that was enough to send flocks of butterflies into my stomach. But I killed them all with a pesticide called maturity.

“Would you like me to forward some of those photos to you?” He asked slyly.

"Tsk, I’ll delete your messages before opening them.” I retorted, “Besides, why do you think it was me that signed you up?” I added brazenly, trying to sound confident. “I’m sure one of your girlfriends resented you for abandoning her, or for cheating on her with her cousin... or sister.”

The gorilla scoffed, without contradicting my statement. “Well, good point, bunny, but you see ... you’re the only one who calls me Rudolph,” He seethed, the promise of revenge dripping from his words.

‘Oh, crap. Have I confided that nickname to Tiziano? I was sure not.’

“That’s what I thought ...so, why did you do it? Lack of attention from the male population?” He asked with mock interest. “Or, maybe feminine?” He added with maliciousness.

“I’m not interested in girls! I’m straight.” I defended myself, clenching my fists. “As much as I wished I wasn’t, considering the kind of brutes out there.” ′No need to say you are one of them.′

“Don’t get so defensive about it,” Rudolph chuckled. “So? I’m waiting. Why did you sign me up there?” Before I could formulate an adequate answer, the pervert continued. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you just had to ask. Although after this cheap trick, I’m not sure if I’d agree. You may need to beg a little.”

I gasped at his incivility, though that voice was designed to charm the female population and probably a portion of the male population.

“You would be the very last werewolf in the world I’d be with,” I exclaimed with indignation.

“Not even your ears believe you. So, why the cheap trick?” He insisted. The tone full of impatience and sarcasm triggered something in me.

“If you really want to know, it is because you are arrogant and above all the definitions of grossness, and desperately needed a lesson!” I snapped, “Oh, and your behaviour with Ludmilla and I’m sure all the other girls! You can’t treat them like some disposable toy, it’s just not right.”

“Who?” He asked.

The impudence!

“Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath. I could almost feel his struggle to suppress a laugh.

“As much as I want to continue share insults with you, I’ve a life to enjoy.” He said in a monotone, somehow it stung, “And thanks for confirming that it was YOU that signed me up.” He added.

“I didn’t,” I denied although it was useless.

“Sure.” He scoffed, not believing me for a second. “My, my. I must say...what a cheeky little thing you are, for a 22-year-old you are certainly a pervert.” I didn’t like where the conversation was heading. Not at all.

“Tell me.” He continued, “How can you be so expert on the subject of submission? I read my profile’s description and, wow! You sure know what you’re talking about.” His arrogant tone and confidence were infuriating. “Maybe you secretly need a Dom. Yeah. Someone to lose your tight personality, maybe a gag to tame your sharp tongue. Am I right, bunny?”

He made me want to punch the phone. His words burned as my face turn red.

“Because if you do need one, I can-” I cut him off, “Don’t say another word! I’m sure you can do every perverted stuff you are about to list, since you’re an experienced fuck boy.” I counterattacked but the gorilla laughed, not at all intimidated by my insults.

“Do you know what fuck boys do very well, Yvaine?” He whispered; his tone dropped dangerously and I swallowed at the ‘huskiness’. I knew he was dragging me to unknown lands, where I had barely set foot in, while he... well, he was a pro explorer, probably.

“We fuck.”

I froze.

“We fuck. Deep and hard. We make you want us so much that all of you, baby sheeps, can’t stop thinking about us. We rock your world so much that all you can think is how much we can pleasure you.” His voice was velvet poison.

“Well, thank god I don’t need any of that.” I tried to escape from that conversation...but my answer amused him somehow .

“If you say that, it’s because nobody had pleasured you well. Or at all.” His words whipped at me like icy rain. How dare he put his nose in my business?

“I’m perfectly fine, thanks for your interest, and my mate will take care of my needs once I meet him.” I said defensively, massaging my chest over my heart.

“Poor guy” He muttered under his breath, with laughter.

“Ehy!” I exclaimed outraged. ′Calm down, Ivy. Your mate will be much better than this primate.′ “The only person to pity here is your mate.”

“Come on, don’t be that girl, Ivy. We both know that you deeply desire to be my mate,”

I gasped at his words, because, somehow, my stupid body agreed with him. If I hadn’t been a doctor, I would have blamed the hormones.

“And you are not.” He continued, with nonchalance.

Has he just send an invisible kick across the phone line? Because I felt it. On my stomach. Hard and clear.

“But if you need company, I’m just a phone call away. I may find some time for you. I like the stiff and angry type like you, they turn out to be the wildest,” He darkly whispered. “And considering how well informed you are about all the Doms and Submissive-” “Tiziano helped me with it.” I cut him off, “I didn’t write your profile description, so stop insinuating I’m that sort of person.” I snapped hotly with an exasperated tone.

“Tiziano, um? Interesting. Is he from your same pack?” The voice was low and hinted at an animal growl.

Oh no... what have I done? Have I just sold Tiziano to the bad wolf?

Brilliant. Just brilliant.

“You shouldn’t mess up with him. He is the king of disguise,” I narrowed my eyes as he chuckled without humour.

“Oh, but you don’t know who I AM” He threatened, as my breath hitched and shivers ran down my spine.

“I don’t know it because you are too much of a coward to tell me!”

Rudolph-The Rudest ignored my statement. “I’m going to give you a piece of advice, ok?” He asked rhetorically, “Never ever mess up with someone like me. Because I always win. And someone like you always lose.”

Deadly silence had descended as his words slammed into me. My heart was beating so hard that I could swear he would hear it from there, wherever he was.

“And be ready for the come back. You and your loser friend.”

I should have been nervous. But I wasn’t.

“Well, guess what, RUDolph? I AM ready.”

Saying that, I hang up and swiftly shut down the phone.

‘Tiziano, I think we started a war,’ I told him through mind link as I removed the rest of my clothes and folded them neatly.

‘Nice! I just needed a break from Organic Chemistry!’ His reply came a second later.

As I stepped outside, I closed my eyes and filled my lungs with the scent of home and the woods where I had grown up.

Blood seemed to run faster in my veins under the command of my heart. I felt content, happy, somehow, reinvigorated.

Probably because I was about to shift into my true form and run with Dad.

I was sure it was for those reasons. And nothing else.

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