Isabella’s P.O.V.Have you ever felt like time has stopped and everything is moving slowly around you? Like there is no one to disturb you from exploring the surrounding beauty. It’s like when you go to the beach all 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 as company.
That’s exactly what I’m feeling right now as I look at this fine specimen standing in front of me called 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 asked him one tiny question.
“What?”
Since then he has been staring at me or more precisely at someone or something behind me, again. I turn around to notice Ryan glaring at him.
Boys.
I nudge Ryan with my elbow after which he brings his attention to me. I gestured towards the main door while whispering “How about you go forward and wait for me by the 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 for me. First in the Cafeteria when I went to check on Veronica, to see why the fake bitch was crying and realized that this amazing girl had thrown a punch at her.
Damn. It was so hot.
But me, being the Alpha, had to intimidate her to keep my pack members safe. I couldn’t let people from other packs dominate my members; it would look like a sign of my submission. That could not happen. But when I tried to intimidate her, 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 conversation. Alastair was jumping in my head. That ass doesn’t know how to control himself as well as I do.
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 centre.
The most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.
When she left after our encounter in the cafeteria, I thought that would be the last time I see her. But luck was on my side, and we now share Music classes.
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 hers 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? Could she be the mate I am so desperately looking for?
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, Alastair?
I can’t just go and touch her. She could charge me for sexual harassment, if she didn’t turn out to be my mate. Or worse, if she were my mate and did it nevertheless.
Stop being such a pussy. Is all Alastair said before disappearing behind the walls of my mind.
The professor entered the classroom and told us about our activity for today. We were to sing a song suggesting a fragment of our real selves, expressing ourselves. I involuntarily turned to look at her, if she was as hesitant to share a piece of her as I was. Instead, I saw a panic-stricken face, as if she just didn’t have a song describing her. I could see how every song would fail to describe her perfectly.
What? I was surely losing my mind over this girl I am not even sure is my mate.
She looks so adorable though, even when 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? She continues to tap on her phone haphazardly and suddenly a 100 watt smile lights up my day. But the smile is not directed to me, it is directed to that dumb piece of technology in her hand and whoever she may be talking to.
Hmmph.
Who the hell is she texting? And what is she giggling about?
She notices me staring. Again. God, how desperate do I look? She would probably be weirded out by how I don’t look away even when she catches me. Maybe she likes it too.
The professor starts calling everyone in sequence by their first names and it’s not too long before her name is called. I didn’t know it was her until she stood up from her seat and made her way to the front of class.
Isabella Rivera.
Damn. My girl’s name is just as beautiful and classy as her. As soon as this thought passed my mind, I realized what I had just thought of and I mentally slapped myself for even thinking that.
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 y’all know that song and I 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. My wolf and I were definitely not happy about this situation and I immediately set my keyboard on my lap before joining her for the song.
She is amazing. She sang so beautifully that by the time her song ended, everyone was mesmerized by her. She had her eyes shut while singing, as if she wanted to relish in the feeling whilst telling us about it. When she finally opened her eyes, everyone started clapping for her performance. I saw a light tint of pink shading her cheeks as she thanked everyone, her eyes eventually landing on me. She looked shocked to see the reaction in my eyes, as if she saw all that I was feeling. Finally accepting it with a smile, she made her way back to the seat.
After a few people, it was my turn. I heard the Professor call out my name. I walk to the podium and settle my keyboard. Isabella is gaping at me with her mouth, surprised by something I have no idea of. I started playing my keyboard and silently nodded at her to play along. She recognized the song on its first note itself and joined me when I sang “Something Just like This”
By the time I was done with the song, she looked mesmerized and in awe of my performance. I just smirked at her and settled 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 could think of was ‘I need to talk to her, touch her’. I needed to make sure that she was the one. That she is my mate.
When I reached her locker to try and have a conversation with her, I was frustrated and agitated. She is clinging on a guy’s shoulder, clutching him as if her life depended on him. That did not sit well with me. Why would she do that, if he is not her mate?
A growl escaped me before I could stop it and both their heads snapped towards me. She hastily moved away from him as if I caught them doing something they shouldn’t have. Why did she do that? Before I can spend two seconds pondering over that, she snaps. “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 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 fucks sake!
You don’t know that yet and neither does she.
I calm myself down as I wait for them to finish.Take a lot of patience, but I somehow manage. My behaviour has been… confusing to say the least.I know I want the answers just as much as she does and I do the most sensible thing I could do.
I wait.
I wait for her: to give her answers and to myself. 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 either a Beta or a Gamma in his pack, from the way h exerts power and authority. Being an Alpha myself, I know when I see an Alpha male and he does not give me that vibe. I respect his attempt though.
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 froze when I heard the word Princess. I was literally an inch away from ripping his head off his shoulder for calling her his princess. I felt Isabella staring at my fists as she tried to understand why I was behaving like this.
Oh, we both will know soon, love.
Once we were left alone, I moved towards her as she stood rooted in her spot with her arms folded by her chest. As soon as I reached her, the amazing smell of freshly brewed coffee with a hint of peppermint wafted through my nostrils and Alastair began growling impatiently.
“MATE. MATE.”
I looked at her and saw as reality dawned on her too. She looked a little taken aback by the truth that holds us together now, but slowly came to accept it. I took a step closer to her and saw how unfazed she still was by my intimidating personality; it lit my face with a proud smile.
Now that’s my girl. Strong, Beautiful, and 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.
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 mine.
And all I say is, “Mine”.
Isabella’s P.O.V.I saw him walk determined towards me, while I stood, waiting for his next move. He might have been intimidating to others, but for me he was just a normal person.
Normal person who has gotten my panties drenched.
Uh. This has started to create a problem now. I needed to stop thinking about him like that. I didn’t notice the closeness, until I could smell the most delicious fragrance--Brewed coffee with a hint of Caramel to it.
That’s when I hear Aurora purr in the most seductive way possible, “MATE”
I look at him and realize: he already knows. He moves closer to me, if that’s even possible, but I don’t move. This brings a proud smile to his face and I feel myself turn into mush.
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”