Her Unwanted Mate

Chapter 4…

Isabella’s P.O.V.Have you ever felt like the time has stopped and everything is moving slowly around you. Like there is no one to disturb you from exploring the surrounding beauty. Like when you go at the beach alone to enjoy the sunset and are content with being the only one there, no one to disturb your peace of mind or tranquility, just you and the beautiful view in front of you to accompany you.

That’s exactly what I’m feeling right now, looking at this fine specimen that is standing in front of me named Mason King.

Me, being the stupid person that I am, asked him a question out of nowhere. It’s not my mistake though, he kept growling every now and then, at me or my friends. So I ended up asking him just one tiny question, the question being “What?”.

Since then he has been staring at me or more precisely at someone or something behind me. I turn around to notice Ryan glaring at him.

Boys, I tell you.

I nudge Ryan with my elbow to which he brings his attention to me, I gesture him towards the main door while whispering “How about you go forward and wait for me near my car?”

He is hesitant and quickly says, “But…”

I just blink once to tell him everything is fine and continue, “Please Ry. I’ll be out in a minute. I promise.”

He just nods and holds my hand protectively, before turning towards Mason and saying, “If you hurt even a single strand of hair on her head, I will kill you. Do you get that?”

Mason stands there unfazed by his threat. I know one thing for sure, No matter how mighty you are; never ever take a brother’s threat lightly. If they said, they will kill you; they most probably will.

Ryan turns towards me before adding, “If he lays a hand on you, you call me. Do you get it princess?” and walks towards the main door when I give him a nod. I don’t miss how Mason turns stiff and forms a fist of his palm when he hears Ryan calling me Princess.

Isn’t that weird?

Mason’s P.O.V.What is she doing to me? I just joined this place and right on the first day, a girl has got me all bothered and flustered. That is so unlikely. First in the Cafeteria; I went to check on Veronica, to see why the hell, was this bitch crying and realized that she had thrown a punch at her.

Damn. That was hot.

But me, being the Alpha had to intimidate her to keep my pack members safe. She just replied as if she didn’t care who I am, because she was right and Veronica was at fault. I remember how pissed I was at Veronica and had growled involuntarily. Not even a second passed, and I could smell the sweetest fragrance I’ve ever smelled before. It was her. She was aroused by my growl.

I could sense her uneasiness after her friend nudged her to ask her about the same. I know, he didn’t ask her in words; but the actions were enough to catch their conversation. Alastair was jumping in my head. 

That ass doesn’t know when to stop.

Then when the other guy came around and held her waist, something snapped in me and I growled again. I didn’t even realize it was directed towards her, until she looked at me with those big doe eyes. Her eyes were dark brown at the rim and faded to a lighter hazel shade at the center.

The most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.

When she left after our encounter in the cafeteria, I thought that will be the last time, when I’ll be seeing her. But Luck was on my side, she has Music class with me.

At first she was taken aback, when she saw me in her class and tried really hard not to show that my presence affected her. But I knew it did, just as much as her presence affected me.

My wolf was being restless again and now it was pissing me off. I asked him, what the matter was and he just said she is here. I know who he was talking about, our mate. As the thought popped in my mind, my eyes drifted to her again.

Could she be her?

I have to touch her, is all I thought. Alastair was being restless and growled Just go and touch her. I want my mate.

Being impatient much?

I can’t just go and touch her. She could charge me for sexual harassment. I replied.

Stop being such a pussy. Is all Alastair said before disappearing.

The professor enters the classroom and tells us that we are supposed to sing a song to give others a fragment of our minds. I look at her as she panics over it.

She looks so adorable, even when she is panicked.

What the hell. Did I just think that? She is really fucking up with my brain. I see her taking her phone out of her pocket and texting someone. She looks stressed, what is bothering her so much? So continues to text and suddenly she gives that 100 watt smile. Not to me, to that dumb piece of technology in her hand.

Who the hell is she texting? And what is she giggling about?

She notices me staring at her. Again. God, how desperate do I look? The professor starts calling everyone one by one and it’s not too long before she calls her name. I didn’t know it was her until she stood up from her seat and made her way towards the front of class.

Isabella Rivera.

Damn. My girl is just as beautiful as her name. As soon as this thought passes my mind, I realize what I just did and I mentally slap myself for even thinking that.

What the hell? Did I call her my girl?

She slowly makes her way towards the front and politely says, “So I’m going to sing Wolves by Selena Gomez. I hope you’ll know that song and would really like it, if you joined me for the instrumental part.”

She says that so softly, that I notice some guys smirking at her and getting ready with their instruments. I am not happy about this situation and settle my keyboard on my lap before joining her for her song.

She is Amazing. She sang is so beautifully that till the time her song ended, everyone was mesmerized by her. She had her eyes shut while singing, so she didn’t notice it but when she finishes her song and opens her eyes, everyone starts clapping for her performance. I see a light tint of pink on her checks as she thanks everyone and looks at me. She is shocked to see Appreciation and Pride in my eyes as well as my smile, but slowly comes to accept it and makes her way back to her seat.

After a few people, it was my turn, when the professor calls my name. I look at her to see her shocked after realizing something. I think it’s my name that got her all curious and when I stood in front of everyone, I just look at her once and nod, as I started playing my song. She recognizes the song on its first note itself and joins me when I sing “Something Just like This”

By the time I end the song, she looks mesmerized and at awe by my performance. I just smirk at her and settle back in my seat. The rest of the class went quickly and soon it was time to leave.

As I packed my stuff by the locker, all I thought was I need to talk to her. I need to touch her once so that I’m sure that she is the one.

But when I reached her locker, the sight in front of me frustrates me to no end. She is on a guy’s shoulder, clutching to him as if her life depended on him and being all mushy and giddy with him. Why would she do that, if he is not her mate.

A growl escapes my mouth before I realize what just happened and they both slowly turn towards me. She hastily moves away from him and all she asks is “What?”

I mean, you have to appreciate her for her courage. So far, I’ve understood that she doesn’t take bullshit from anyone. But I’m too pissed at her to acknowledge that right now. I just stare at the guy who is standing behind her. She gets the indication and whispers something to him.

Why can’t she speak loudly? I’m her mate, for fuck sake.

You don’t know that yet and neither does she.

I calm myself down as I wait for them to finish. I could leave her standing there without giving her answers but can I blame for being confused by my behavior?

I know I want the answers just as much as she wants them and I do the most sensible thing, I’ve ever done. I wait for her, for her answers as well as for my own sanity. Once she is done talking to the guy he turns and tries to intimidate me.

Tries being the Keyword here.

He takes a step towards me and says, “If you hurt even a single strand of hair on her head, I will kill you. Do you get that?”

I don’t even faze at his words. I know he is a either a Beta or a Gamma in his pack. Being an Alpha myself, I know when I see an Alpha male and he does not give me that vibe.

Once he is done with me, he turns towards her and says, “If he lays a hand on you, you call me. Do you get it princess?”

I freeze, when I hear the word Princess. I am literally an inch away from ripping his head of his shoulder for calling her, his princess. I feel Isabella staring at my fist as she tries to understand, why I am behaving like this.

Oh we both will know soon love.

Once we are alone, I move towards her as she stands rooted in her spot with her arms folded by her chest. As soon as I reach her, the amazing smell of freshly brewed coffee with a hint of peppermint wafts through my nostrils and hear Alastair growling, “MATE”

I look at her and see as the reality dawns on her as well. She looks a little taken aback by the truth that holds us together, but slowly comes to accept it. I take a step closer to her and see that she is still unfazed by my intimidating personality, which brings a proud smile on my face.

Now that’s my girl. Strong, Beautiful, Kick Ass.

“You mean our Girl” corrects Alastair. I just roll my eyes at him as I focus on the angel standing before me.

I slowly move my hand towards her face and rest it on her cheek and that’s when I feel it, the sparks. No, it’s like Fireworks, like a goddamn explosion inside my body. It’s like my whole body can feel her pulse coursing through it.

And all I say is, “MINE”.

Isabella’s P.O.V.I see him moving towards me, while I stand still in my spot waiting to see his next move. He might be intimidating to others, but for me he is just some normal guy.

Normal guy who has gotten my panties drenched.

Uh. This is creating a problem now. I need to stop thinking about him like that. I don’t notice the closeness, until I smell the most delicious smell of Brewed coffee with a hint of Caramel to it and that’s when I hear Aurora purr in the most seductive way, “MATE”

I look at him and realize that he already knows. He moves closer to me, if that’s even possible, but I still don’t move; this brings a proud smile on his face and I feel myself turn into mush even more.

He slowly places his hand on my cheek as if to not scare me away and that’s when I feel it, the sparks that mom and dad always talked about. But these aren’t sparks; they feel like Fireworks, like a goddamn nuclear explosion inside my body.

I am blinded by this feeling, mesmerized with it and that’s when I hear him say, “MINE”