My alpha instincts chomped at the bit. Nothing else mattered except taking care of my fated mate—even if he didn't know he was mine yet.
"Stay right here," I ordered. "I'll be back shortly."
Scotty hummed in reply. I hoped he was okay. He didn't seem too troubled, but I still needed to find that juice box ASAP.
7
Scotty
As I laidagainst Malachi's bed and stared at the ceiling, a thousand thoughts ran through my head.
Malachi was a vampire.
I was a human.
He wanted to drink my blood—but refused to.
I would've given him a taste of my blood...but he wouldn't take it.
And I was laying in his bed, my dick hard as a rock.
I sighed heavily. What a night this was turning out to be. All because Spencer ditched me.
Honestly, I was actually glad he never showed up. If he did, I might not have met Malachi. I would've clung to Spencer, too shy to meet anyone or do anything else.
I closed my eyes and breathed for a few moments until the mild dizzy spell passed. I hadn't eaten or drank anything since arriving and my body got annoyed at me for it, but knowing Malachi was on a juice quest made me feel better already.
I sat upright and looked around his room. It definitely screamed 'vampire'. Except now I knew it was natural and not for roleplay reasons.
Feeling well enough to stand, I explored the room. I didn't feel too guilty looking around since Malachi told me to use his room as I saw fit. Besides, I wasn't exactly snooping.
Well, I wasn't until I saw a leather-bound journal sitting on his desk.
My fingers itched to open it and turn the pages. Then I immediately felt guilty. I wasn't normally so nosy, so why was I compelled to read Malachi's diary?
Maybe it was the fact thateverythingabout Malachi compelled me. He was like a shining star. He was just so damn cool—a noble vampire who refused blood and saved humans. And he was sexy as hell to boot. How could anybody not be attracted to him?
But the craziest part was that he seemed interested inme.Me, Scotty, the anxious wreck. A normal, boring human with an inconvenient blood disorder. A guy who'd never even stepped foot in a club before tonight. A guy so dumb he didn't even read the contract at the front door...
And yet Malachi was spending time with me, of all people. He ran off to get me a juice box like it was the most important task in the world. How freaking sweet was that?
"Oof..."
A sudden wave of dizziness hit me. Maybe I was better off laying in bed and waiting for that juice after all.
I swayed, then instinctively shot out a hand to steady myself. But my hand didn't land on the solid table—it landed on Malachi's journal. I swept it to the ground by accident, then my body quickly followed.
The carpet beneath me was velvety black, clean and plush. Not a bad place to fall on my face, honestly. Plus I felt better now that I was horizontal again.
I couldn't help but notice Malachi's journal right beside my head. As it fell, it opened up to the most recent page. The high-quality paper was thick and filled with black ink in a decorative scrawl. Malachi had beautiful handwriting. Compared to his, mine looked like chickenscratch.
The burning curiosity within me took over. My eyes couldn't help but lurk over the words, but I didn't understand a lot of them. The phrase "fated mates" was mentioned multiple times, along with some poetic lines about how he yearned for one. Following it was the desire for—
My eyes widened.
Hang on. Malachi wanted to have a baby?
My heart fluttered, going nuts in my chest.
