The Alpha And His Mate (Silver Hills #1)

Chapter 2

"It's way too early in the evening to be seeing things," Angel told me as we walked up the Mason's driveway.

The Mason mansion was a huge house built atop a hill in the wealthiest neighbourhood of Silver Hills. In fact, the hill where they lived may even be the Silver Hill that acted as a namesake for our sleepy town. Music thrummed out of every pore of the grand building.

"I wasn't seeing things," I replied. "I was hearing things."

She shrugged her shoulders and pouted. "It was probably nothing. Maybe it was just your subconscious trying to get out of going to this party."

"Well it didn't work," I said as she dragged me to the door.

She knocked on mahogany three times and then stepped back. "I hope Bellamy Mason answers," she whispered to me clandestinely.

"Ew! Angelica Cole! He is like ten years older than us!" I pretended to swat her away.

"But he's rich," she teased. "What never heard of a sugar daddy before."

"You're way too smart to need a sugar daddy," I said.

"The whole point is not using my brain," she replied. "It gives me headaches."

"You give me headaches," I snapped back, irritated by her insistence that she couldn't be both pretty and smart. It had been a battle I'd been fighting since we were two scrawny kids first meeting at the local park.
The door swung open. Angel frowned. It was not Bellamy Mason at the door.

"Hey Gen!" Angel greeted with unwarranted enthusiasm.

Genevieve's green eyes glared at us. "I didn't think this was your scene," she said to me. "Aren't you scared of losing brain cells by being in the company of such heathens?"

I ignored her jabs.

"Ummm can we come in?" Angel asked, her eyes lighting up as she spotted someone she knew in the hallway.

"Whatever."

Genevieve left the door open, her green dress swishing away as she stomped off.

"I'm surprised she's been pried away from Richards arms," I noted as we watched her leave and entered the house.

"He's probably pawing at some sophomore," Angel guessed. "God knows he's tried it with me a few times."

I wasn't shocked at all: Richard was handsome and it everyone's eyes that made him flawless and perfect. I felt a twinge of pity for Genevieve though. If that was the treatment she received as his faithful girlfriend of three years I wondered what he would act like when they inevitably got married.

"Hey Persephone," Angel said, patting my arms.

"Will you kill me if I go and speak to Andrea and Brandon?"

"Why can't I come and speak with Andrea and Brandon?" I asked, offended.

"Because you're not friends with them," she hastily told me before staggering off to join a group of our old schoolmates.

As much as I loved Angel, she had a bad tendency to abandon ship. It wasn't cruelty. It was thoughtlessness. She just wasn't used to going out to public places with me.

I stood awkwardly in a room full of people of talking and drinking and dancing, my arms swinging awkwardly at my side.

"Persephone."

I froze. It couldn't be... not that voice in my head again. I frantically searched around for another source of that sound. The room was full of people, but nobody could of said my name with such clarity. It was also the way that it seemed to come from inside me.