Chapter 6 - Oh, how time flies

Daemon POV

3 years later...

A stack of papers landed on my desk, and I internally groaned. I looked up at the smug look of my boss's secretary. Fucking bitch.

"This needs to be done tonight before ya go. Boss don't care if you gotta work overtime." Her voice was high pitched and obnoxious, the accent only making it worse. She walked away, heels clicking loudly throughout the whole office, hips swaying grossly. Her ass was practically falling out of that poor excuse of a skirt, the same goes for her chest. The woman had no decency. I sighed, picking up the stack of folders and paperwork before going back to typing away at my computer. The typical day work I had almost completed, the same day work I'd been doing for the past three years, in a human-run company. Not that I cared they were human.

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The first plane out of that place three years ago was to somewhere in Europe. Some small city in Ireland. Didn't care at the time, still don't at the moment. I found a small apartment with the money I had, immediately found a job, and never looked back. If there were packs around here, I didn't know. Were there even werewolves in Europe? Probably. Everyone knew the whole cliche thing about vampires being here, and they were. Didn't bother with them either, the few I come across occasionally. I was rogue, they could smell, and even then I smelled very faintly of wolf anymore, I'm sure. My wolf hadn't talked to me in a while, only briefly making his presence known, and the last time that happened was for a split second last year. Bastard he was. I guess it was my fault though.

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I finished my everyday work early, starting on the pile of papers the Bitch dropped off earlier. It was a boring process, probably all stuff she had to do but decided to dump on me for some reason. She didn't like me...I don't know why. I never did anything to her, I think she took one look at me when I applied for this job and decided she just was going to hate me for the rest of her life. Bitch.

Like earlier, I mindlessly shuffled through the work, typing things into my computer, writing things down, marking things up. Same. Boring. Process. But it was better than my alternatives.

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Hours passed as I worked. I didn't notice as people filed out of the office, yelling to each other where they were going drinking that night. I focused on my pile of work, almost done with it. The Bitch hadn't come back to give me more work, which was nice, though I'm pretty sure she'd left hours before everyone else. I sighed, clicking one more thing before leaning back in my chair, stretching my arms above my head with a satisfying "pop".  I groaned, leaning forward and shutting my computer off, packing up all my papers, and stuffing them in my messenger bag before standing. I groaned again, wobbly on my legs after not standing all day. I quickly and quietly walked out of the office. I stepped outside onto the deserted sidewalk. Nobody was outside because it was cold, to start with, and most people were currently in bars anyway. I could hear the noise across the street at the pub, obnoxious laughing, and the smell of food. I wasn't hungry anyway. I was never that hungry anymore, only eating because I had to. I sighed, turning, and beginning my walk back to my apartment building.

I walked in silence not even bothering to put in my earbuds. I walked quickly, not a fan of the cold or being out in the open. Always a fear of mine, you never know what lurked in the shadows. My breath fogged in front of my face as I breathed out through my mouth with a sigh. I listened to the drunken rambles of the bars and pubs, only walking faster as they got louder until they got quieter.

Finally, I reached my apartment and quickly walked in, quietly going up the stairs. The elevator had been broken since I moved in, but I didn't care. I needed the workout anyway. Not that I wasn't skin and bones. Heh...

I slid the key into the lock with shaky, cold hands. The door pushed open with a squeal, revealing my apartment. Stepping in, I dropped my keys on the small table next to the door, unraveling all my winter clothing.

My apartment was small, as I said. It was the same one that I had first moved into. I didn't see the point in buying something bigger or fancier, although I probably had the money to do so. There was a small hallway from the door leading into the kitchen, which was pretty basic. Oven top, microwave, oven, sink, coffee machine, toaster. There were two chairs seated at the breakfast bar, which was covered in papers, pencils, pens, and my own laptop. A few steps further was the living room, which was only slightly bigger than the kitchen. A small couch sat against the wall with a coffee table in front of it. A decently sized TV sat on its stand, DVD player plugged in underneath it. There was a generic picture hung up on the wall behind the couch, but other than that, that was it. Glass sliding doors led out to a one-person balcony with a view of absolutely nothing. Literally, it was just the road and the block of buildings across from my building. And an occasional drunk.

There was one room, my bedroom, with a tiny attached bathroom. My clothes were stuffed in the small dresser the apartment had come with, others were strewn across the floor and on the bed. A lamp sat on the nightstand, along with a book and some glasses. The bathroom attached to the room contained a cramped shower stall,  a small sink, and the toilet. Honestly, the whole apartment was all I needed. I don't know what I'd do with more space.

I flopped onto the couch, groaning as my head hit the throw pillow on it. One of my legs fell off the side and I let it dangle there. I dropped my arms over my eyes, blocking my vision with another sigh. This was my life, the same routine every day, with an occasional grocery shopping trip on the weekends.

I had no friends, I didn't drink often, and I didn't like to spend money. Most of it was saved in a bank account for whenever situations may arrive that I needed to leave. Not that I think I would...It's been three years after all.

I could still remember his face though. The way he looked at me that first time, and the way I flinched away, afraid. I could still hear him calling after me as I ran, my wolf howling in pain as I crossed the border, breaking from my pack and running from my mate. My mate.

I flinched, a headache forming as I thought about it. I couldn't forget about it, that's the problem. But I didn't have the guts to reject him. As much as I didn't want a mate, I couldn't reject them. It'd be better if we were just...apart. If I didn't get to know him there wouldn't be problems. He wouldn't find reasons to hate me. To reject me in the end.

I snarled, bunching my hands up and covering my eyes. My headache was throbbing, and I was just sick of thinking at this point. I could feel my wolf now, after nearly a year of silence, grumbling in the back of my head. Pacing. Angry yet...nervous. Nervously excited. Something was off. I ignored it though, shaking my head and standing up from the couch. I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before stalking off to my room. Uncapping the water I drank it on the way, setting it down on my nightstand as I flopped on the bed. Groaning once again, I buried my face into the fluffy pillow, eye's drooping. Sleep took me after a few seconds, and I didn't fight it.

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I woke up to the sun shining through my window, the blinds not doing much to stop it. I groaned, flipping onto my other side to avoid the glare. I pulled the sheets over my head, trying to fall back asleep. It didn't work though, and within the span of a few minutes, I was up. Still grumbling though, might I add.

I shuffled to the bathroom, doing my morning routine that consisted of using the toilet, showering, and brushing my teeth. I threw on some sweatpants and a random t-shirt. Walking out of my room into the kitchen, I popped a coffee capsule into the machine, not bothering to replace the water. I placed two slices of bread in the toaster and popped them down, grabbing a jar of jelly from the fridge. I waited in silence, not even bothering with my phone. It was a routine at this point. Coffee, toast with jelly, sit around all day and do nothing. Maybe I'd go shopping or something. The coffee machine dinged and I grabbed my mug, blowing on the hot liquid. After another minute my toast popped up, and I grabbed it, throwing it on a small plate. I spread the jelly over both pieces, biting into one as I walked to the living room. I plopped myself down on the couch and turned the TV on. I watched it in silence, not really paying any attention to whatever was playing. Probably the news or something. I finished my breakfast and just left the dishes on the coffee table.

I watched TV for maybe less than an hour before getting bored. I stood from the couch with a groan, taking my dishes to the kitchen and placing them in the sink before retreating to my room. I changed into something slightly more presentable before grabbing my phone, keys, and wallet before walking out the door. I walked down the stairs, stepping out onto the sidewalk. It was cold still, but slightly better than yesterday. I walked down the sidewalk towards town.

Maybe I could find something interesting to do.

Probably not.

Very boring chapter, sorry. It gets good soon. :)

A/N- y'all, hear me out here; I know the time gap is big and probably bigger than it needs to be and for that I'm sorry. I can't change it right now but when I re-write it will be changed. Im sorry, please don't be mad at me 😭🙏

Thank you for reading tho, even with the stupidly large time gap.