The One

   "Sorry it took longer than expected," Karol said as she slid back into her seat. She glanced over at Sharon, who was busy pouring a generous drizzle of honey over her pancakes.

"No worries. What took you so long?" Sharon asked a hint of amusement in her tone.

"I went to grab my phone from the car, then I had to dash to the loo. The line was atrocious, but let's dig in; I'm starving!" Karol exclaimed eagerly, slicing her vanilla pancakes into bite-sized pieces. She moaned softly in delight. "Oh gosh, these pancakes are divine! Mmm!"

"Did you manage to get his number? How's the gazing competition?" Karol inquired, amusement twinkling in her eyes as she devour her food messily.

Sharon winced, her expression turning maternal. "Karol, seriously. Eat like a grown-up, not a child. Wipe the honey off your chin. No, don't lick it! Please, just—" she chastised, trying to suppress a laugh as Karol licked the corner of her mouth like it was a deliberate seduction.

Wiping her mouth mid-chew, Karol suddenly paused, sniffing the air. "Did you order cinnamon pancakes?" she asked, her face scrunching up in confusion.

Sharon raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "Cinnamon? No, I ordered blueberry pancakes. Why?"

"Then why the hell do I smell cinnamon?" She exclaimed, taking another couple of sniffs as the handsome stranger chuckled softly, clearing his throat.

"I don't know, and from what I know, this diner doesn't serve cinnamon pancakes," Sharon said nonchalantly as she took another bite of her blueberry pancakes.

Meanwhile, the stranger transformed their intense gaze into conversation. "She's your mate, isn't she?" he remarked playfully, glancing at his friend with a smirk.

"Yeah," the handsome stranger agreed, a look of triumph crossing his face. "She really is my mate. I found her."

   Right after the mysterious handsome man smiled, both of them could hear Jason's voice cutting through the air with a laugh, "Why the hell do I smell cinnamon?"

With a puzzled expression, Christian, the man engaged in a gazing competition, raised an eyebrow and quipped, "She smells like cinnamon too? Why isn't she talking to you? I mean, you know she's your mate. What gives?"

"Nope, not cinnamon but mouth watery scent to which I won't tell you. Plus, I don't know why she could smell my scent but she's a human, not a werewolf," Christian replied, his tone dripping with exasperation with wonder.

"Wait, wait. You can't be serious, Christian! An alpha and a human mate?! That's like, unheard of, right?" Jason's eyes widened, a smirk creeping across his face.

Christian remained calm, his expression unreadable. "For other werewolf clans, sure. But for mine? Just once, an ancient tale about my great-great-grandfather."

"Oh, special case, kiddo," Jason laughed, his eyes glinting with mischief as he nudged Christian. "You've got yourself a real prize, don't you? Look at her! She's practically begging you to come over."

Christian shot him a sideways glance, still trying to keep his cool. "Damn, Jason, you're gonna bag that woman, huh? Is she the one for you?" He smirked, enjoying the banter.

Jason's gaze remained fixed on Sharon. "Oh, she's definitely the one. She just hasn't realised it yet. Trust me, mate, she's a keeper," he replied confidently.

"A splendid morning, isn't it? You found yours, and I found mine!" Christian chuckled, sipping his coffee, his focus still on Sharon.

Across the room, the two sisters were engaged in their own girlish conspiracy.

"Seriously, that handsome man is making me want to walk over there and straddle him," Sharon whispered, her cheeks flushing.

"Do it!" Karol blurted with a cheeky grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Wait, are you serious?" Sharon's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Absolutely! I dare you to do it. Go on, straddle him!" Karol leaned forward, her daring tone encouraging.

At that moment, both of them heard an awkward cough from the other booth. Sharon smirked at her sister, undeterred. "You think I won't do that?" she challenged, leaning back in her chair.

Another cough echoed, and Sharon rolled her eyes, muttering, "Are they eavesdropping on us? So childish."

Karol munched on her bacon, raising an eyebrow. "You know what? Just don't do anything stupid. Come on, eat your breakfast before it gets cold."

"Okay, wifey, as you wish." Sharon shrugged playfully, her smirk unwavering.

Their mischievous banter was met with a heavy sigh from the other side of the booth, making them snicker with evil delight as they continued to devour their breakfast.

Meanwhile, Christian and Jason sat sipping their coffee, exchanging encouragements with a sense of camaraderie. Christian lifted his cup slightly in a cheeky 'good luck' gesture.

"Dude, I'm rooting for you. She looks like a tough cookie!" Christian exclaimed, a smile playing on his lips.

Jason mirrored his action, grinning wide. "Oh, she's definitely tough. Didn't even flinch during that whole staring competition. Taming her will be a blast!" He took a satisfying sip from his cup.

Christian scoffed softly. "Not a gaze competition, more like an epic staring contest, mate."

With his werewolf senses heightened, Christian caught a whisper from across the room. "I dare you to do it. Go and straddle him." He choked on his coffee, the urgency of the moment hitting him.

"Whoa, dude! Seriously? Why are you choking? You're not a five-year-old!" Jason exclaimed, stifling his own laugh.

Christian grabbed a napkin, wiping his mouth as he recovered. "The reason I almost choked to death is because my mate just dare your future donna to straddle you." He couldn't help but grin wickedly.

Jason's eyes lit up with intrigue as he stared at Sharon like she was the main course. "Oh yes, my donna. What a feisty one!" he remarked lowly, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Without skipping a beat, they overheard Sharon say, "Okay wifey, as you wish," leaving both men furrowing their brows in confusion.

"Wait—are they... lesbians?" Christian blurted out, a look of shock on his face.

"Impossible. They just don't have that vibe. Look at them!" Jason countered, squinting as he tried to make sense of it all.

"They really don't. I think we're seriously mishearing this," Christian sighed heavily, both feeling exasperated.

Meanwhile, the sisters continued their conversation, blissfully unaware of the amused glances from across the booth.

"Are you done?" Karol asked, a hint of impatience in her voice.

"Yes, gosh! I'm full. We've been here, like, forever. Time flies with a good meal!" Sharon exclaimed, peering at her phone.

"What time is it now?" Karol inquired.

"It's almost 10 am," Sharon replied.

Karol nodded, gathering her things. "Let's hit the pamper couple spa, my wife," she declared, scooting to the edge of her chair as Sharon played along.

"Okay then, let's go, wifey!" Sharon chimed in, getting to her feet.

   As the sisters stood up and headed to the exit, they deliberately slowed their pace, holding hands tightly like star-crossed lovers about to elope. A couple of strangers nearby felt their eyes boring into the back of their heads, and the sisters shared a mischievous snort, their smirks evilly delightful as they hopped into their rental car.

Leaving the strangers to scramble into their vehicles, Jason's heavily tinted BMW huddled next to Sharon's side, while Christian's equally tinted AUDI loomed ominously beside Karol's. Just as both men revved their engines, the sisters' sprightly rental Mercedes SUV zoomed away, leaving a cloud of confusion in its wake as they sped off to their next adventure.