Unrejected Mates (Black Moon Book Two)

Chapter 33: "The meeting"

Terry, Celia's brother, above

Kyle POV

We drive in complete silence. By we, I mean myself, Hank, Marc, Rob, and five more warriors.

Mikkeli hasn't been happy about this, and Rob hasn't been pleased about this and still isn't; the rest, including Hannah and Hayden, were on my side, or more likely, they accepted my reasoning but were also not happy about this.

A couple of days ago, Hank and Mikkeli finally decided to meet with Terry Nightingale to discuss "the family matters." Of course, no one is interested in any sort of negotiations with him, but we all agreed that that meeting might help us get some additional information. And that's when Dalton suggested I should go since I am the best tracker in the Black Moon pack.

Mikkeli was furious; I know he didn't want to risk my life, but still... I am the tracker of the pack. Of course, this mission is risky, but it's okay to risk another tracker's life but not mine. Why? Because I'm the omega? Because I'm "always in need of help" Kyle? He made me angry, and I told him that.

And to my surprise, Hannah, Hayden, and Hank backed me up. Especially Hayden, saying that I'm his brother too and it's high time for Mikkeli to stop treating me as some fragile glass. Since I have the best sense of smell in the pack, I have the most significant chance to detect something useful during the meeting. And he also emphasizes that I have every right to make my own decision.

Mikkeli wasn't happy, and it was understandable. He's always felt responsible for everything wrong that has happened to me, and I am aware I'm placed very high on his "people to always protect list" right after Hannah and Rosie.

Hannah and Marc, as always, heard my arguments, thought about them calmly, and finally agreed with me.

Rob, on the other hand, almost jumped at Hank when he heard about it. He tried to make me change my decision, but I told him the same as Mikkeli. That I'm not some damsel in distress but the trained tracker, and I should be treated as one.

Rob has been sleeping on my room's floor for a week now. I don't have enough strength to make him leave, nor do I have a heart for it. I like when he is with me. When he plays with Carson or talks with me about daily things. Both of us avoid talking about our mating like crazy. He is too scared of me rejecting him, and I'm too afraid to trust his intentions fully.

And yet I yearn for him and his touch. He tries to touch me occasionally, always asking first; sometimes I agree, sometimes I don't. I like when his lips caress my neck; I like when his hands slide down my back and hips; I like when he presses me firmly towards his chest; and when his tongue dances in my mouth. Yet every time I smell his arousal, the small clutches of fear start taking control over me. As much as I want him between my legs, I fear it. All that has happened between us also doesn't help. I still remember all his name-calling and this one time when he wanted to force me.

The car stops, and I have to stop wondering about how I just can't make up my mind about my mate. But still, I'm so happy he is here with me now.

Nightingale chose the place to talk in quite a crowded area, and that's good news. There is a low probability of setting up a well-prepared ambush since so many people are here. Yet detecting something in a crowded mall will also be challenging for me.

As we approached the restaurant, Terry chose a place to negotiate. But only I and Hank enter Rob and the rest of the warriors stay outside.

He is already awaiting us. It's the first time I see him, a brutal and merciless leader of his clan, and yet the eyes that look at us, despite of confidence on his face, seem tired. I recognize the one next to him as one of the guys I saw on our land. There is also o big Italian mastiff with them, which makes me feel wary much more; I still remember the run for my life I had a couple of weeks ago.