He saw—and a smile pulled at his lips. A small one.
But it wrecked me anyway.
Here he comes! Is he going to kiss me? Touch me? Ask my name? Which one do I want?
“All of them!”my wolf howled.
By now, the butterflies in my belly had gone to war.
My fated mate was just a few feet away, our atmospheres colliding, the people passing by completely unaware of our two newly discovered souls. Some glanced at me with curiosity, while others tried to talk to him. They were pointedly ignored.
Four more steps and?—
“Yo, Thor, my man!” A boy with a shaved head and an octopus tattoo crawling down his forehead bear-hugged my mate around his waist, breaking the mate march. “What’s with the face, bro? Looks like you saw a ghost.”
A ghost, or a mate.They gave off similar feelings; both drove you crazy with fear and amazement.
Wait, Thor? Was that my mate’s name? It didn’t feel right.
“Tank Man! Seen Thor?” Another brick house of a guy bounced over from the right. “Ah, here you are!” The new werewolf slapped my mate’s shoulder, sounding like he had justslapped the side of a horse. “Come on, man, you’ve got to sign shirts and tits. C and Kill have already disappeared.”
The other guy elbowed my mate with a loud snort. “I bet you’ll drag a few girls back to my apartment again, huh? Need to get some new earplugs, jeez!”
“That’s smart. I don’t want them to know where I live, either.”
“He’s had more girls in my living room than Zara on sale day.”
“Don’t know what that means, but I’m guessing it’s a lot.”
The two guys laughed.
I didn’t. My mate didn’t either.
Those words hurt so much that tears welled in my eyes.
My mate, who had only momentarily released me from his gaze to look at his friends with confusion, connected what they said and whipped his head back toward mine, worry and guilt wrestling in his eyes.
A bitter feeling flooded my heart, all the butterflies dropping dead. My gaze fell to my ergonomic white shoes, laces in double knots.
He shouldered his giant friends out of the way to reach me.
But fate wanted to play a dirty trick that day.
“Vy!” Lachlan sneaked up behind me, hands cupping my shoulders.
My mate snapped his head toward Lachlan with an indecipherable look, and I found myself acutely conscious of the fact that he didn’t seem bothered by the Highlander touching me.
“Please help! A pack of feral fans is chasing me. I swear, one of them has my name written on the gel of her nails,” he semi-whispered, checking over his shoulder.
Then he turned forward, and his entire expression turned lethal. His lips retracted, displaying his white canines.
“What the hell are you looking at,Terminator?”
I could faint.
Terminator…
My mate is the Terminator.
