Mate!
1412 Words
Jameson POV
My heart was racing as we walked towards the entrance. Donovan, who was normally calm, cool, and collected, was losing his s**t in my mind. From the expression on Jonathan’s face and his stiff body language, he didn’t seem to be faring much better with Damien.
As we approached the entrance, the smell of roses and vanilla was becoming stronger, almost overpowering. And the stronger it got, the more Donovan flipped out.
‘Mate!’ he was screaming, over and over. ‘Mate is in there! Find our mate!’
‘Dude, I heard you the first five hundred times you said it!’ I yelled at him. ‘What am I supposed to do, run in there and tackle her like a football linebacker?’
‘If that’s what it takes!’ he retorted.
‘Are you trying to scare the poor girl to death?’ I demanded. ‘Like, ‘Hi, I’m Jameson, and that’s my twin brother Jonathan. We’re supernatural creatures that you’re fated to spend your entire life with. We’re here to take you away to our kingdom that we’ve never seen. Sorry about the broken bones from that flying tackle. Why are you calling 911?’ Get real, buddy!’
He snarled at me, but didn’t seem to have a comeback for that. He knew I was right.
We walked into the lobby, and there she was. The most perfect woman I had ever seen in my life. She had to be close to six feet tall, so while she wasn’t as tall as we were, she was definitely tall for a woman. Her physique suggested that she probably visited the gym at least a couple times a week, or she was into sports of some sort. Her blonde hair fell in glorious waves down her back, and I immediately noticed her baby blue eyes peeking out from under her long lashes. And when she greeted us, her voice reminded me of warm honey. She was wearing a navy blue blazer and skirt that was obviously her uniform. Her silver nametag said, “Chrissy, Shift Supervisor.”
“Hello, welcome to Jarvis Motel,” she greeted us, flashing us a beautiful smile. “Do you have a reservation?”
It seemed that both of us had been rendered speechless, and for a few seconds all we could do was stare at her. Donovan was still going crazy, begging me to grab her in spite of the plastic partition between us.
She continued to smile, but tilted her head slightly to the side. “Are you guys ok?”
Finally, Jonathan managed to stammer out an answer. “Oh, ah, yes, s-sorry about that. Yes, we have a reservation. Canton. I, ah, don’t remember if it’s under my name or my brother’s.”
Even though we’d discussed hyphenating our last name – Canton-DeLyon – we hadn’t actually done it yet. While we wanted to keep the Canton name out of respect for the parents that raised us, we also recognized that it wasn’t our biological parents’ fault that we’d been taken and wanted to honor them too.
She tapped a few keys on the keyboard in front of her, then looked back up at us. “And the first name?”
“Oh, ah, yes. Sorry. It’s, ah, either Jameson or Jonathan,” he managed to reply. “He’s Jameson. I’m Jonathan. We’re brothers,” he added unnecessarily.
She tried to cover the small giggle that escaped with a cough, but I heard it. “Yes, I can see that,” she replied politely. “So you’ll just be staying the one night?”
“Actually,” I spoke up, finally regaining my power of speech, “can we possibly extend that to three days?”
Jonathan gave me a questioning look, but I shook my head slightly.
‘I’ll explain later,’ I told him via mind link.
He nodded and turned his attention back to the goddess in front of us.
“Yes, we can do that,” she told us. “We just need payment up front, and if you need to leave early, you’ll be refunded for the nights you don’t use.”
I handed her my debit card, grateful that I’d had the foresight to save most of the tips I’d made while waiting tables. And I’m pretty sure the random deposits that kept showing up in my account was from Mom, although she hadn’t said anything about it and I kept forgetting to ask her.
She swiped the card, then handed me a receipt to sign. As she did, her fingers accidentally brushed against mine and sparks shot straight up my arm, causing me to jerk back. She must’ve felt something too, as she jerked back at the same time, her eyes going wide as she stared at me through the partition.
‘Mate sparks!’ Donovan howled.
“Sorry about that,” I apologized, trying to ignore him. “I must’ve had some static electricity going.”
She smiled, looking a little unsettled, but replied, “That’s all right. It happens.” She glanced around, as if making sure no one else was around, then dropped her voice to almost a whisper. “Also, no shifting in the room, ok? We just fixed the room up after the last guest tore it to pieces.”
We both looked at her in shock. She giggled at our shocked expressions and said, still whispering, “You are werewolves, right? We get a lot of them, and I’ve gotten pretty good at spotting them.”
Donovan snarled at being called a werewolf.
“How do you know about werewolves and such?” I asked her, keeping my own voice low.
She glanced around again, making sure there was still no one else nearby. “I was raised near a werewolf pack, and befriended several of them.”
Jonathan leaned down so that his face was closer to the partition. “Ever heard of Lycans?” he asked her, following her example of whispering.
Her brows furrowed. “I think I might have heard of them once or twice. But I never actually saw one so I thought maybe they were myths.”
We both grinned at her. “We’re not myths,” we whispered at the same time.
Her jaw dropped. “You mean you’re not.....You mean you’re....oh wow.”
We nodded.
“Honestly, we didn’t know until recently,” I told her.
“Can you prove it?” she asked, raising a brow.
Jonathan shook his head. “We can’t shift yet.”
She looked confused. “But you’re over eighteen,” she said, indicating the ID she still held.
“It’s a long story,” I told her. “Maybe we can tell you about it later?”
She thought for a minute. “Maybe. I don’t usually fraternize with our guests, but I’ll think about it.”
Jonathan grinned at her. “Don’t think of it as fraternizing then. Think of it as....an opportunity to learn about a whole new species.”
I snorted inwardly. ‘Smooth, bro,” I linked him.
‘Thanks! I thought so,’ came the reply.
She laughed. “I might just do that.” Then she raised her voice back to its normal volume. “Here you go, guys. You’re all checked in. You’re in room number 7. First floor, five doors to the left after you exit the lobby.”
She held out two room keys, and Jonathan reached to get them from her. I’m pretty sure that his fingertips brushing hers was no accident, and apparently they both got the same electrical shock that she and I had just a few moments earlier.
“Gosh, this place must be full of static electricity,” he remarked casually.
She smiled uncertainly. “Ah, yes, it must be.”
I grabbed a piece of motel stationary that was sitting on the desk and quickly wrote down both of our phone numbers. I handed it to her, saying, “If you’d like to do what we mentioned earlier, shoot one of us a text or give us a call.”
She nodded as she took the paper. “I will.”
Then, despite our Lycans’ protests, we both had to do one of the most difficult things we’ve had to do – we turned and walked away from our mate, leaving the decision in her hands about whether or not she reached out to us.
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