My Human Mate novel Chapter 18

A small smile played on his lips but it was only noticeable if you really looked. "The couple standing behind us are talking about wanting to have a kid." He stated.

Even though he hadn't turned around, surely there was a young couple slowly strolling up behind us, hand in hand and having a conversation that was making them grin ear to ear. Michael and I stood together in silence while waiting for them to walk past and catch some of their conversation.

"The male wants to name it Lucy if it's a girl." Michael lowered his height down to whisper in my ear. A warm puff of breath touched my ear, making a small shiver run down my spine.

"Lucy, what a beautiful name!" The girl exclaimed loudly enough for me to hear them.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful daughter." The man said looking lovingly down at the woman making her blush and hide her face in his chest. The man wrapped his arm securely around her waist and whispered something into her ear.

I looked over at Michael with wide eyes, in shock from his hearing when I noticed him looking at the couple with envy. Was he jealous of their relationship?

"The humans found their mates." He said so quietly I almost missed it. The look on his face was heartbreaking, his eyes holding so much emotion I didn't even think it was possible. As soon as he saw me staring, his expression sobered up and it went back to hiding his emotion.

"There mates, or as humans call it, a soul mate." He explained when he saw my questioning look. "What a stupid word, soul mate." He pronounced the word as if he had never heard of it before or like it was from a completely different language.

"How do you know?" I asked him confused.

"Humans don't mark one another, but if they complete the human mating process, the scent of the couple changes." He explained to me as if I were a five year old. I mentally cursed at him for treating me like a kid.

"Two questions," I stated nervously and continued once Michael nodded his head. "What's marking, and what does it, ahh. Smell like?" My cheeks flushed red at the last question but it would spark anyone's curiosity. If you've never met the person before how would you know if they smell different. Why would you even smell them in the first place?

"It's really difficult to explain. A wolf and a human have different scents, one that they all have in common with each other so it lets us wolves know what species we are dealing with. Wolves all smell strongly like a wolf or as you would say a dog, and have a nature scent as well. I'm presuming it because we are constantly outdoors and love nature." He stated.

"Humans all share the scent of chemicals and just smell fake. Like perfume, cologne, moisturiser, sunscreen and all that. Even babies since they have baby powder all over there arses for the first year of their lives."

As he continued, I noticed that we had walked back up to the wall diving the stone foot path from the warm sand to sit on the wall. "Once mated," he continued "you get a slight scent of something else that I can never figure out what it smells like warning off all other wolves and males. Also, wolves have a sixth sense. We can just pick up on it like all of us can see, hear, smell, touch or taste things." He shrugged.

"Ummm, should we be talking about this in public?" I asked him quietening my voice slightly. "What if somebody hears our conversation?"

"Would you like to discuss this more privately?" he questions, his eyes lighting up. "We could order a pizza, or some Chinese or stop at McDonalds and eat as well." The amount of hope in his eyes was nerve racking, and made me feel extremely mean when saying no.

You know when a kid wants the latest model of the cool toy that every kid wants but their parents say "no". When they plead and plead with their parents, the hopeful spark twinkling in their eyes and their face looking like they would burst out in tears when the parents say "no". That's like now, apart from Michael wasn't going to cry.

Or at least I really hope not.

"No!! That's not what I meant." I squeaked, my cheeks tinging pink from the unnaturally high pitch my voice was. I cleared my throat before talking again. "I mean ah, no. That's not what I meant." I repeated while making my voice sound deeper and more normal.

I looked down at my feet and played with the lace on my converses, untying and retying the laces multiple times until I got the perfect bow.

"It's because you've never looked into mates eyes." He practically whispered.

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Then our eye contact broke.

His beautiful brown eyes jumped from my eyes, down to my lips then back up again.

Very slowly, Michael started leaning into me, and I felt myself leaning in to.