‘Mate.’ She panted again and howled as he walked out of the door and out of my life.
For Christ’s sake, I felt like a bitch in heat. I needed an ice water bath and a slap in the face.
Jax met my eyes, concern etched across his face and I just shook my head.‘My wolf is going crazy. I can’t control her.’
Jax frowned.‘Is that possible?’
I guess so. Damn, growing up as a werewolf pup, we were told the day we met our mates would be all sunshine and rainbows. This was nothing of the sort. One thing was certain, my wolf wouldn’t stop until Gavin was my mate.
Chapter Three
“Brady will be found and his captors will be dealt with!” My dad roared in all his Alpha glory as the hairs on my arms stood up. He could be one scary-ass mother-effer. I saw that he was barely containing his humanity as fur rippled on his skin. The entire pack was gathered in the large red pole barn on our property. A light misty rain was falling outside and I knew it would be the last bit of rain for a while as summer was just around the corner.
“We have a fragile peace with the humans, but I will shatter it in a second if Brady is not found immediately! Someone will answer for this,” he bellowed as the pack cheered in agreement.
My hand went to the mark on my neck. Why the hell were we playing by the humans’ rules if they didn’t play by ours?
“I am hoping this was an isolated incident, but I’m meeting with the council to discuss any further action.” My father then dismissed us all.
Well, shit. I needed sleep, and this was the longest night ever. Leaving the barn, I shuffled my feet back to the house, Jax in tow.
As we reached the front porch, my twin grabbed my arm. “Hey, what’s with the guy? You were like five seconds from licking his face.”
I rolled my eyes at my brother, but then became serious. “I don’t know, Jaxon.” I used his full first name for good measure to make sure my twin knew how serious this was. “My wolf thinks he is my mate.”
Jax frowned. “Your wolf? What doyouthink?”
I opened the door and crossed into our living room.
Sighing, I shrugged. I was an evil bitch without sleep. “I think I’m tired as all hell.”
“Your MATE!” my father roared and I turned to see him standing in the open doorway with mom.
Shit. I glared at Jax and he frowned.
‘Sorry, I didn’t smell him,’Jax told me.
I turned to face my father who was now standing over me, his eyes full of concern.
“You met your mate?” He was breathless, worried, excited … enraged? It was hard to tell, but I was guessing my dad was hoping this day never came. His only daughter meeting her mate. He wasn’t my mate though, crazy, right? Because he was human and had a girlfriend.
But then I remembered the way he stroked my fur and I exhaled loudly.
I put my hand out in an effort to calm my father. “No, Papa. The guy from my dreams was at the bar tonight. My wolf thinks he is my mate but he’s not.” Right? Now I was questioning my logic. But everyone said when you met your mate it was like some fireworks display with a life review of visions and all kinds of craziness.
My mother came up behind my father and placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him. “What makes you think your wolf is wrong?” she asked me.
I shrugged. “He’s human or something like that.”
My father’s eyebrows creased. “Something like that?”
I groaned. Why were parents so intrusive and annoying at the worst possible times?
“He smelled funny,” I admitted and Jax busted up laughing.
I extended my arm, quickly punching Jax in the shoulder.
“Smelled funny like he needed a shower or he smelled like a supernatural?” Now my father’s arms were crossed and he was staring at me with those interrogator eyes.
