Wereball Series - Along Came A Mate

Chapter 17

When Gentle Eyes left, I continued with my croissant mission. Not that hard, considering they are just pieces of butter nicely shaped to make us fall into the vicious circle of sweet addiction.

Uncle Andrew had bought me a croissant maker machine, and I was planning on baking at least forty, considering my household was filled with perpetually-ravenous werewolves.

I grabbed the phone and ran my fingers over my contacts, looking for Lucien's.

I was not one of those people who would stop chatting to someone just because a stranger (who couldn't remember names) informed me that Lucien was a short, black-haired guy, not fond of hygiene.

I didn't judge a person by its aesthetics. And Lucien made me laugh so much that I often got cramps; once I even cried in the middle of the university. Of course, my pack members had immediately reported it to my father, who, in a panic, mind-linked me and asked who he should kill.

And maybe the fact that Lucien wasn't tall and didn't place 'shower' in his priority list could help me get through this little crush.

"Hello Bunny Doc" He answered after several rings, waking up the butterflies .

By his hoarse voice, he sounded tired and frustrated.

"Wow, what happened? You should take a shower and wash your hair, you know, it helps to wake up and to freshen up," I joked with some honesty, as hygiene was important.

"What?" he asked confused.

"Nothing! Anyway, how are you, Rudy? Rough night?" I chuckled as I spread butter on a container.

He moaned, "How long are you going to call me by that demasculinized name? I already told you my real name, didn't I?"

I rolled my eyes at that. What is with guys nowadays and their need to show their virility all the time? Apparently, Rudy was one of those "I'm tough, I'm manly, I growl, red meat, grr, pff" males.

So why doesn't he care about those greasy hair.

"You did tell me and I don't care. Rudolph stays." I smiled at myself, "Soo, what's gotten into your panties this morning? You sounds terrible!" I teased, feeling some tension from his part.

He snorted at my comment. 

Muffled sounds came from the other line. I wondered where he was.

"I'm not wearing panties, doctor bunny." He replied in that deep baritone. "Actually, I'm naked. That's how I sleep." His tone dropped by an octave, but I could hear the smile in it. "Do you fancy a picture?"

I laughed, although it would be nice to finally see his face. I had begun to imagine him as one of those evil pixies who annoy travellers along their journey. And now the pixie had oily hair.

"No thanks, I'm good." I settled.

His husky chuckle suggested he already knew that would have been my answer.

He can't possibly have greasy hair with a laugh like that!

Somehow, we had never talked about meeting or showing a picture of ourselves. We were too busy arguing, joking, or just busy with our own lives. Somehow, I knew it was better not to see him, considering he was not my mate.

I had also considered asking if he knew a certain Liam from Dark Diamond, but I decided otherwise. Maybe Rudolph had never proposed to hang out in person because he had some insecurities related to his physical appearance (or his hair) or maybe people were bullying him. And if Rudolph had known I had met someone in his pack, he might suspect I knew how he looked.