His Unshifted Mate (Discontinued)

Chapter Three

~~~Brandon~~~

Beep. Beep. Beep. Crash. "Wake up!" Were the first sounds I woke up to. I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head in an attempt to block out the noise. My body started to roll side to side as someone pushed me over and let me roll back. "Get your butt up, Brandon!" Came the irritating voice again. I pulled the pillow down more to block out the squeaking speech. "I swear I will suffocate you with that pillow if you don't get up!" Well damn!

Before I could even lift my arms to remove the pillow, two small hands beat me to it and threw the rectangle of comfort across my bedroom. Slowly, I peeked open an eye to see an irritated Mikayla with her hands on her hips. Shit. I hadn't talked to Mikayla since Saturday when she sent me off the human mall. Which reminds me, did I ever buy her damn lip gloss?

"How come you never came back? It's been two days! Okay, I'm being a bit crazy here but you left me without my lip gloss. Where is it anyway?" Word after word came out of her mouth and each one made me want to wince. Was her voice always this annoying?

'Yes!' My wolf yelled at me as if I were an idiot. 'It's always been this freaking annoying but you were too "in love" with her to notice.' That made no sense to me. If it were always this bad, how am I just now noticing? I've been with her for nearly four years. Even though I hadn't asked him, my wolf answered. 'Because we found our mate so you no longer love Mikayla. It's natural.' Right, my mate.

"Are you even listening to me? Get our of your head and answer my questions!" Wow, pushy much? 'Tell me about it! That's what I've had to listen to since you two met but of course, you never noticed!'

'Whoa, calm yourself would you?' Instead of replying verbally, he chose to growl at me. If he wasn't a boy, I would definitely say that he's PMSing.

"Yep. You're still not listening. Storm, will you tell him to listen?" She addressed my wolf. He just scoffed in my mind and blocked our connection. "Anyway, as I was saying-" I honestly did not want to listen to her screeching so I cut her off.

"Mikayla, listen. One, I'm sorry I didn't get your make-up. Something came up. Two, we have to talk about that something. And three, must you yap so much?" Her eyes widened in shock but before she could utter a word, my father barged into the room. Just one look was all it took to know that he was fuming. Smoke was practically shooting out of his ears. Looking back now, he's been this way since he saw my mate in front of the pack house.

Right, there was a lot of odd behavior around her yesterday. She's a human but she was in our side of Hightide territory. Also, once my father saw her, he became extremely mad and cussed at her, which I had never seen him do, especially not to a human. Then there was Jason who called her "Lex." Do they know her? I was starting to believe they both knew something I didn't and they don't want me to find out.

'Storm, do you remember knowing our mate before Saturday?' I asked my wolf, utterly confused. He paced around the back of my mind, trying his best to figure this out. After a minute, he stopped pacing and shook his large head. Figures.

Looking up, I realized my father and Mikayla were still in the room, both of them looking pissed off. 'What happened here?'

'Nothing. That's why they're mad. You've been talking to me and stuck in your thoughts while they've been waiting to talk to you.' Oops. "Yes?" My father growled at me and Mikayla stomped out of the room with a huff.

"We need to talk." His voice was eerily low and filled with a not-so-hidden hatred for something. I nodded carefully, this was his worst mood and I didn't intend on making it any worse. He charged out of my room, with me in tow, all the way to his office on the fifth floor of the pack house, aka directly above my room.

He threw the door open, let me through, and slammed the door shut. I looked around his office and was genuinely surprised. His furniture was thrown around the room and broken. Wood from an end table was snapped, clawed, and thrown at the window. The whole place was a disaster. I'd never seen my father get this angry in the seventeen years I've been alive.

Taking a seat in his chair, that was shockingly still in one piece minus the claw marks, he glared at the wall and started talking. "Why was that b-girl here yesterday?" His tone was lethal and I was nearly afraid to answer.

"Like she said. She was visiting a friend." The subject made me confused entirely. How did they know her? She's a human. A growl sounded through the office.

"She doesn't have friends here." He snapped. This time, I was the one growling. No matter how weird the situation was, she's still my mate and no one is allowed to talk about her like that. My father's claws extended and dug into the wood desk before him as he growled back at me.

"Don't talk about my mate that way." I warned, my wolf's voice seeping through as well. His eyes widened a fraction before the desk he'd been grasping hit the wall. Claws were at my shoulders in a second and my back was against the door.

"How dare you try and defend that bitch! She isn't your mate. Don't make up stories because your mother failed!" Jonathon, my mother, and Jonathon's dad John walked by the door behind my back. My father pushed me to the side of the door and yanked it open so the three could see what was going on.

"William, Brandon, what on earth is going on in this room?" My mom scolded both of us. I was still too pissed off to say anything but it seemed like my father wasn't going to let me anyway.

"Lexia. He believes she's his mate." His voice was dark but that was no longer what scared me. The new reason behind my fear was my mother. Her eyes were now blood red. My mother wasn't a werewolf like the rest of us, but instead, she was a witch and her current eye color was equal, if not worse, than a wolf's growl.

John was staring at my father in disbelief while Jonathon, my soon-to-be Beta, was both confused and frightened. "Brandon Lee Black! What in the hell is wrong with you? You are never to think about that little bitch! She's playing games with you. You aren't her mate!" Her voice was high and she looked as if she wanted to blow something up, which she probably would later.

"Yes. She. Is." My wolf was fully there now and angry more than ever.

"No she isn't! It's impossible!" Her eyes were nearly black now. There's something behind their hatred for the girl that I don't know about and by the goddess I will find out. Unable to stand being there a second longer, I ripped out from my father's grip and pushed past the three figures in the doorway. My wolf was trying to get out and there was no way I could hold him back, even if wanted to.

Running, I shifted in the middle of the pack house's living room and bolted outside. Once my large gray wolf hit the edge of the woods, I knew exactly where my wolf was taking me.