Astrid
Ms. Hattie breaks the awkward silence with a quick prayer to Hecate for the food. There are only three witches present, herself, Nicolas, and Louisa, who is glaring at me from across the table.
Aside from the fact that she's a total raging bitch, I wonder what the hell her problem is. She's probably in a bad mood because Blair is too sick to eat dinner with us tonight. Which sucks because I know she'd easily keep the tension at bay with her sweet smile and extroverted personality. Operation prevent wolves from killing each other: Minus the empath.
My faith in the moon goddess is unwavering, though that doesn't stop me or the others from being respectful and bowing our heads. Once Ms. Hattie is done, the silence is back and blank faces stare across the table.
"Well, the food isn't going to eat itself," Brenda says after filling everyone's glass with fresh tea. When no one moves, she demandingly claps her hands once, "Eat." Although she is just a witch, every wolf picks up their fork and chows down at her scolding command.
I'm not surprised to find a combination of colorful foods that usually don't go well together on my plate. If I've learned anything about Brenda, it's that she could make the weirdest dishes taste like an orgasm in your mouth. Louisa and Blair were so right to hire her.
The first bite of sausage and peppers is bliss. My next bite of Zucchini salad and then bacon mac & cheese- I've reached heaven.
An involuntary moan slips past my lips and Arlo chuckles. He's sitting right in front of me, and I can't help but look up and smile when he nudges my foot with his. "What are you laughing at?"
He takes a bite and points his fork at me. "You."
His answer makes me smile wider, so I look down at my food and fill my mouth again. When I look back up, he's still looking at me, not caring that the others are watching.
I pick at the food on my plate and press my lips into a thin line. "Stop staring at me." I mumble under my breath because if he doesn't, I won't be able to stop smiling.
Arlo looks at me with an unmistakable burning desire in his eyes that makes my knees go weak. "How could I not" He doesn't mean to make that one, small sentence sound so passionate and sensual, but it does. My cheeks redden as everyone's knowing gaze falls on us.
Nicole grins like an idiot and peers at me through the rim of her raised glass. "Oh, okay then," she mumbles before pressing the glass to her lips. It's girl language for I see that shimmer in your eyes and I know you two want each other. I keep my eyes glued down to my plate while I listen to my wolves' hushed conversation, so I'm not tempted to look up at him anymore.
I'm not blind. I saw that look in his eyes just like Nicole did, just like everyone sitting at this table did. He wants me and despite all the bullshit that comes with this relationship, I secretly want him to. After all, he's my mate and those only come once in a lifetime. But then reality bitch slaps me back in my place, reminding me of who he is and who I am.
This isn't a fairytale. Arlo's not prince charming who sweeps me off my feet and declares his feelings for me no matter what obstacles stand in our way. And I'm not the heroine who gets the happy ending.
We're two puppets who belong to that bitch named fate, and she's pulling all the strings, laughing as we do her twisted dance. One tug on the right string and we'll both cross the line of passion and fire.
I must have spaced out for a while because Derek's large hand is waving in front of my face. "Sorry, what'd you say?" I snap out of my thoughts.
He narrows his brown eyes at me and glances at Arlo, who's laughing at something Kiera said. "Should we be worried about losing our alpha?"
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Twisted Fate
Fantasy"Little did they know, I was unstoppable, a descendant of the prince of hell. Nothing was going to keep me away from my mate." Astrid Collins is becoming the first female alpha of the River Ash pack. She has dedicated her life to being the next pro...
