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Angela
S carlett and I enter the grand hall, it’s decorated so perfectly and I love the colour scheme which totally compliments our dress choices. Perfect for a couple of pictures!
Scarlett’s heart is thundering so loudly; even with the music and chatter around us, it’s loud.
“You ok, babe?” I ask quietly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. She nods.
“Yeah.”
She isn’t. She’s so damn nervous and I don’t blame her. I’m about to speak when suddenly the most delicious scent I have ever smelt hits my nose. I freeze, my heart thundering as I grip Scarlett’s hand tighter.
“My mate’s here,” I say breathlessly.
Scarlett’s eyes widen, looking at me before we both scan the crowds. I search feverishly, the excitement and nerves making my heart palpate as a thousand thoughts rush through my mind.
What will he be like? What will he look like?
As I scan the crowd, my eyes skimming over all the handsomely dressed men and sexy, beautiful women, I suddenly stop, my attention falling on one person.
A woman.
She’s tall and slender, dressed in a stunning, deep pink gown. She has blond hair that is styled in an elegant updo and she has the most gorgeous, deep blue eyes I’ve ever seen, rimmed with thick lashes. Our eyes meet and hers widen before a gorgeous smile lights up her face and she moves towards us.
“Mate,” she says softly when she breaks free from the crowd. Her eyes flash when she sees mine and Scarlett’s intertwined hands. “Mine,” she growls, making Scarlett pull free and raise her hand in surrender.
My mind swirls with panic, my deepest fear has come true, because deep down I knew there was a chance this could happen. But when you’re raised in a family like mine, anything outside of their ‘norm’ is not allowed. Panic swells in my belly, but I try to squash it, trying to remain calm.
I glance at Scarlett. There’s a tiny bit of surprise in her eyes, but there’s no judgement. I knew there wouldn’t be, not from her. Those at home will more than make up for that though. They didn’t even approve of Alpha Jackson taking another mate. They are against chosen mates, too. Fuck, my family is so backward.
“Hi, I’m Cassandra,” the gorgeous model-like woman says, holding her hand out to me. I just stand there, unable to accept the outstretched hand. She’s beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, but… I can’t have a female mate.
She scans my face, clearly realising something isn’t right.
I mean, sure, I have had a few crushes on women over the years, but I didn’t realise that just because I never dated them, that this could happen. I appreciate a hot woman when I see one, and the one before me is indeed ravishing.
I let my eyes dip lower, taking in the woman’s curves, feeling my stomach knot, and quickly look back into her eyes again. She smiles, clearly noticing my gaze. Scarlett nudges me slightly and I glance at her, realising she’s motioning to something with her eyes. I follow her gaze and realise Cassandra’s still got her hand outstretched.
Oh! Shit.
I quickly take her hand, gasping when I feel the sparks. Pure, delicious sparks.
“Angela! Angela, that’s my name.”
“That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” Cassandra leans forward and kisses my cheek. I glance at Scarlett, confused with the emotions that are going through me, and the feelings that this woman is invoking within me. “And you are?”
She clearly still sees Scarlett as a threat, and that’s common when you find your mate.
“I’m Scarlett, Angela’s best friend,” Scarlett says, clearly realising I’m a bit tongue-tied here. Right now I wish she had the mind-link. I needed a pep talk and she can’t even give me one.
Cassandra seems to relax a little at this, still holding my hand.
“Nice to meet you. Mind if I steal my mate?” she asks her.
I want to shake my head, but Scarlett nods her head before she glances at me. She’s concerned for me, but it’s too late to make an excuse as Cassandra tugs me away. “Thanks. Come on, Angela.”
I like how she says my name…
“So, you seem kind of confused,” she says lightly when we are well away from Scarlett and I can no longer see her.
“No! I…” There’s no point in lying. She clearly isn’t stupid. “A little,” I admit.
“Is it my build, looks or my gender?” she asks playfully, but I know my answer is going to hurt her.
“Gender,” I say softly, stopping as I hear her heart skip a beat. “You’re gorgeous and it’s not that I don’t find you attractive, but I always thought I’d get a male mate.”
She tilts her beautiful head and raises an eyebrow. “There’s got to be a reason the Goddess paired us,” she murmurs, softly caressing my cheek.
“Yeah, I don’t doubt that. I just… this is going to be fun to tell my parents,” I admit, surprising even, since I’ve never even told Scarlett this. Understanding crosses her face and she seems to relax a little.
“Call it selfish, but I’m glad that’s the reason and not me,” she says in her deliciously, sexy voice.
I scoff. “You? Girl, have you seen the mirror? You would make a solid, straight woman turn for you.”
She blushes lightly at the compliment, stepping a little closer. “I could say the same about you,” she whispers, taking hold of my chin. My heart skips a beat, my chest rising and falling as I gaze into her eyes.
“Thanks, I know,” I laugh, trying to ease the sizzling tension that is growing between us.
“How about we just get to know one another tonight? We’ll take it slow, and we’ll work around your parents? I mean, I’d like to see them try to make this hard for you. I’m one of the best warriors in my pack, and I don’t think they’ll want to mess with us. But really, maybe they will like me.”
Well, now that she mentions it, her arms are very toned, and I know beneath that gown she’ll have some delicious abs. Sexy, feminine, toned, yet not masculine. I like it.
But about them liking her? I’m not sure… sometimes I feel like they don’t even like me.
“That sounds like a great plan; besides, I think I’d like that. We’ll take it slow.” I glance at her lips and she does the same to mine, but I’m not ready for that yet, no matter how much I want to taste her. To test how it feels to kiss her. But the fear that I refuse to acknowledge, that is embedded in me by Haru, only makes me feel uneasy.
And although I’ve agreed to get to know her tonight, the fear still remains in the pit of my stomach, like a knot of poison.
Sometimes I wish my family wasn’t so old school. I really do.
Scarlett
I shake my head, not missing the conflict in Angela’s eyes as her mate takes her away. Something is really wrong that she reacted like that. She looked… scared, more than shocked even. Although I am concerned for her, Cassandra seems lovely. But that reaction from Angela, I can’t shake it away, she’s never ever mentioned liking women, but… the signs were there.
She often made comments…
I watch them walk off and can’t help but smile at their backs. They fit nicely together.
“Now that I wasn’t expecting.” Liam’s voice comes from behind me. I turn, and he smiles at me.
“Yeah, me either,” I answer.
“So we’re not mates either,” he adds, and although he’s smiling, there’s still a glimmer of disappointment in his eyes. Smiling softly, he looks into my soft green eyes. I nod, unable to deny that I am relieved that I’m not his mate. That would just be cruel. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
“Thanks, you look good, too,” I say, my nerves playing up as I realise Elijah must be nearby. I look behind him but can’t see him, and I feel nauseous all over again.
Liam looks at me, and he seems to realise what I am thinking about.
“He headed outside,” he says, motioning with his head at the open doors on the far side of the hall. “Good luck.”
“Thanks…” I say, giving him a small smile and trying to calm my nerves before I make my way through the crowds of people. So many scents fill my nose, but nothing stands out. My legs feel weak, and I feel I might just lose my balance.
Fear, excitement and nervousness consume me. With each step I take, my heart thunders louder, hammering loudly in my ears.
Breathe…
My wolf is on edge, my eyes burning silver as I try to calm myself. I pause when I see the open doors far ahead, my heart fluttering as I slowly make my way closer to it.
Is he my mate?
Or isn’t he?
Would we see his mate here?
Will he still choose me or change his mind?
My lips quiver as I try to stay strong, the terror of the possibilities, but it’s only one that makes me weak in the knees.
I keep going until I’m out of the crowd and the path ahead is clear.
I recognise him instantly. He stands there, his back to me in his perfectly fitted black suit, his hands braced on the rail. But it is not the mere appearance of him that makes me stop in my tracks, but the terrifyingly powerful surge of emotions that course through me at the sight of him.
A dangerously intoxicating scent envelopes me. It is completely new. Never have I smelt something so good, yet when I inhale deeply I notice Elijah’s usual scent is mixed with the overwhelmingly tempting one that now comes from him. And with damming clarity, one thing is crystal clear.
He is my mate.
Goddess, Elijah is my mate.
I place a hand on my chest as if trying to calm the thumping of my heart and the emotions that swirl in my chest. So many emotions.
Happiness, disbelief, and relief. For the first time in my life, the Moon Goddess hasn’t let me down. She has granted me the greatest blessing I could ever hope for. My dream which I never thought would become a reality.
I am brought out of my thoughts when he speaks. His rugged, deep, sexy voice causing my core to clench.
“I, Elijah Westwood, future Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack…” Fuck! I realise what he’s about to do! “Reject you as my mate and Lu-”
“Don’t say it,” I manage to gasp breathlessly, my heart racing as I stare at his tense back.
Elijah freezes. His heart races as he slowly turns to look at me. Those gorgeous, cerulean blue eyes widen.
“Red...” he breathes out, his voice hoarse, disbelief and shock clear in his voice. My breath hitches as I feel the bond sizzle between us. His eyes trail over me before they find mine again.
I step forward, closing the gap between us, my eyes are still locked with his. I’m unable to look away.
My wolf is going crazy in my mind, and even now it feels like a dream.
I am a mere two feet away when Elijah seems to come back to his senses and closes the final gap between us. He pulls me into his arms tightly and buries his nose in the crook of my neck, his heart pounding loudly.
I gasp, feeling the strong sparks jolt through me, sending pleasure to my core and taking my breath away. If I thought he had an effect on me before, what I am experiencing now is more than anything I could have ever imagined.
This is what a mate bond feels like…
“You’re mine, you’re fucking mine,” Elijah breathes, his voice hoarse and rugged, his strong arms tightening around me. He kisses my neck and the way his breath quickens, I know he’s thinking of marking me.
He pulls away to look into my eyes for a split second, shock still in them, a gorgeous hint of a smile curls the corner of his lips. “Fuck, you’re mine,” he murmurs before his lips crash against mine. My eyes flutter shut as a wave of intoxicating pleasure hits me, fireworks exploding within me and shooting straight to my core, my entire body tingling from his delicious kiss.
He kisses me with everything he has. I can barely keep up with him as he devours me entirely, his lips consuming mine. He has kissed me many times, but there is something about this one that will forever remain burned in my memory.
He kisses me with passion, yet at the same time as if I am a glass doll that may break if he is too rough or a dream that might disappear if he’s too aggressive.
I can feel the strong pool of his emotions through this very kiss; his scent, his touch, his caress, they all envelop me like a blanket. He breaks away when I need air, both of us breathing heavily as he presses his forehead to mine. I can feel him shaking just as much as I am.
Goddess, this is real.
“I’m yours,” I say softly, my voice shaky. Opening my eyes, I gaze up into those cobalt blue eyes. My body is heating up and I am very aware of every inch of his body that is touching mine, right down to the hard-on he now sports. His hand on my waist holds me tightly, the other on my bare upper back, my skin tingling under his fingertips as he keeps me firmly pressed against him.
“You’re mine. Fuck, you’re really mine.”
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