Chapter 5 (Unknown POV)
Last night at the ball, I saw my mate for the first time. She was a hybrid, which meant she had vampire and werewolf inside her, down the line. This also meant she was destined to be with two soul mates; soul mate, because of the vampire side. Mate, because of the werewolf side. This girl’s name was Keira; she had found her soul mate less than a week ago, now she has found her mate. Brady, her soul mates brother, introduced her to me. When he did I saw something flash in her eyes when she looked at me, she could sense she had a connection with me in some way.
When I saw Keira dancing with him, I had felt the need to rip his head off. But I didn’t because I realised that it would hurt her too much if I took him away from her, she was gaining feelings for him, even when they’d only known each other for a matter of days. But there was something deep inside, I saw it in her deep hazel eyes that she was fighting against falling for him. Good, I thought.
As my head drifted back to reality, I focused on the papers in front of me. All night I had been researching the family tree of my mate, trying to find out how recent the vampire and the werewolf in her family came. I had found that her mother had the line of vampires and her father’s grandfather was the werewolf, it just wasn’t passed down. I had also found out where Keira had lived, and what school she had attended. Other than that, there wasn’t much about her.
My thoughts kept trailing to how Blake was looking at Keira last night, the pure love in his eyes. It should have been me, in his place.
“Martin!” I shouted from my office, Martin my butler came running in
“Yes, alpha?” Martin replied, with a waver in his voice
“Get me some damn coffee!” I ordered
He looked down, careful not to challenge me “Yes, alpha” he repeated, and hurried out of the room. Even with me being a were wolf, I had run out of energy fast. I think it might be all this stressing over Keira, Blake was lucky I didn’t take her from him there and then, when I saw her dancing with him.
Martin came running in with my coffee, being careful not to spill it. He placed it in front of me then stepped away “anything else, alpha?”
“Nope, leave” I ordered, he looked to the floor then hurried out of the room. I sighed when I took a look around my office, there were papers everywhere. A few were about Keira, the rest were about various other things to do with other packs. The ceiling paper was starting to fall down and the wooden floor boards were scratched, the walls filled with little holes where pins were stuck in it holding pieces of paper up. Shoddy metal filing cabinets lined the wall behind my desk that stood in the centre of my office. This room was a garbage dump compared to the rest of my house.
A feeling of happiness came to me and I wondered what it was, I then realised that it was Keira’s happiness. It annoyed me that she felt happy in the company of him. I stood up from my worn leather office chair and walked out of the room and into the kitchen.
“Hey honey!” I looked around and saw my wife sitting at the dining table in the dining room through the door way. I had married this woman when I had believed that mates weren’t real, I had loved my wife, Natasha, but now I felt nothing for her, now I had found my mate. Note to self, need to divorce wife.
I mumbled a “Hi” as she gave me a warm smile, love emanating in her eyes. It made me fell a twang of guilt but I dismissed it.
“I'm going to go out shopping with the girls today if that is ok?”
“Ok” I mumbled again, she just rolled her eyes at me as I opened the fridge and took out a piece of raw pork and started gnawing on it. When I had finished I drowned it with a whole carton of milk. Satisfied, I walked in the living room and put the TV on switching it to the news. Natasha came in and joined me five minutes later, sitting next to me laying her head on my lap. I scooted over; I didn’t love this woman anymore; she then gave me pointed a look when her head fell.
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