I opened the door to my room and shouted back, “Why?”
“A friend of yours wants to see you,” I heard her answer.
I quickly descended the stairs, wondering who it might be, with Celia hot on my heels, like the curious little thing she was; leaving Jeremy behind – probably working on the speech he’ll give me later.
I entered the living-room and all but froze right there and then. I was sure my face went pale for it felt as if all of its blood rushed down, straight to my racing heart that was threatening to jump out of my chest.
“Hey, Jasmine.” His deep voice echoed through the space between us.
I locked eyes with his and was almost scared to see the determination shining in those electric-blue orbs of his.
“Who’s that?” I heard Celia mutter at the sight of him.
I could have scoffed at her dreamy tone. Instead, I let a scowl take over my facial expression.
“Manners, Jas.” My dad scolded me.
I winced at that, sighed then greeted the arrogant werewolf with a terse “Hi.”
“You never mentioned any Jonathan,” My mom told me, while throwing a pointed look my way, silently asking me to say something.
“He’s new.” I informed them tautly, avoiding their eyes and keeping my gaze on the smug-looking werewolf standing at merely fifteen feet from me.
“And I’m her mate.” He stated flatly as if he had no care in the world, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell in our living-room.
And here goes my plan to let them know later, I thought, both irritation and bitterness filling me.
“What?” They both shouted, rising from their seats.
I was now openly glaring daggers at him, with gaping parents at my right, a dumbstruck friend at my left and the sole cause of my troubles, confidently smirking, standing right in front of me.
Oh, you’ll regret this. You’ll regret it dearly. That was the promise of a lifetime that my eyes were probably conveying.
Chapter 9
One Hell of a Night
I can’t believe this... No freaking way!
After spending the day at school, worried sick about my mate and her whereabouts, after asking that blonde guy about her and he just flatly told me, “If she makes it your business, she’ll tell you.” After threatening the principal’s secretary so I could get her address, after getting stuck in traffic for over an hour; after enduring my wolf’s inner turmoil for the whole day with him wanting to find her, to make sure she was fine... well, the list is long so let’s just stop it at that.
Here I was, entering her house, keeping a smile for her parents’ benefit — who, by the way, let me enter when I told them I had brought her assignments with me — yet internally wincing at the exchange between her, her brother, and a girl I could only assume was her friend or her sister. However, I knew for a fact — with me being kind of really interested in my mate — that she didn’t have a sister, that only meant she was her friend or something like that.
It’s not stalking, I convinced myself as I was looking at my surroundings, I just did some digging... nothing much really but definitely something she doesn’t need to know. She does have one devious little mouth after all, and I don’t want her throwing a fit again.
As I listened to them, two major pieces of information caught my interest: Her parents would apparently be furious if she rejected me. Well, that was most definitely good for me. And, if my conclusions were accurate, she recently had had a not so agreeable encounter with werewolves.
Hence the animosity towards me, I mused, starting to get annoyed. Whoever did whatever they did – or tried to do – to her are so dead.
It will be a piece of work to get her to accept me as her mate – it won’t be easy, that’s for sure. I internally sighed at the thought, dreading the long, torturing wait.
She definitely needed to see the werewolves’ good side. She needed to get to know me — the problem was, she was not that willing to do so. A quick glance at her mother – who was telling her to come downstairs – and my decision was made.
My little mate needed to be challenged. Otherwise, I would only ever have her insufferable contempt and hatred... or even worse, her indifference.
I greeted her, watched her recover from shock, and I could determine the exact moment anger started to take over. I also noticed her friend’s appreciation of my naturally good looks, but she was not the girl I wanted –and never will I ever take interest in any girl but her.
I also took note of her stiffened posture, and the tautness in her voice when she said that I was new.
It was now or never that I had to act.
And just like that, I dropped the bombshell in the flattest tone I could muster. I could be talking about the weather, one wouldn’t see the difference, “And I’m her mate.”
Her parents let out a horrified "What?" while jumping out of their seats. Her friend’s eyes widened to the point it might actually hurt. All the while, my little innocent mate – who looked nothing like it at the moment, mind you – was glaring draggers at me. If looks could kill, hers definitely would.
Hell, even when madly furious at me, she’s one hot little thing. I internally groaned before mentally shaking my head at my silliness, seeing how easy it was for her to have me wrapped around her little finger.
I looked at her kissable, plump, pursed lips and felt my blood rush south. I had a hard time trying to focus a little
