The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Twenty-nine: not absolutely cheerful

Frost's POV

Next_day

   I hammered on Rafaelia's bathroom door impatiently. I had to go badly. "Raf, I'm going to pee on myself," I cried.

   "You have your own bathroom, asshole, get lost!"

   "I love yours, now open this door!!!" I have my own room but I love crashing hers because annoying her is fun.

«Annoying everyone is fun!» My wolf chirped. I nodded in agreement.

   "Go away, Frost!"

   "Never!" I kicked the door open and ran in. I went straight to the toilet and released myself with a loud moan to irritate her.

   She groaned. "What happened to privacy?!"

   "She died,"

   She sighed in defeat, not that she had ever won. I turned and stared at her naked body through the shower glass. It wasn't the first time I was seeing her glamorous body. I took pleasure in getting in her personal space all the time, after all, she was my mate.

   "Why don't I join you there?" I flirted. "I can't wait for you to see your mate so I can tease you," I said sweetly. The word "mate" irritates her more.

   "Don't dare me this morning, Frost. Now get out of my bathroom and stop staring at my ass!!!" Fuck! I was getting a boner. I'm probably the only fool who could resist his mate.

   "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Honestly, your ass will send your mate to the moon." I smiled.

   "Okay, that's it!" I ran out before she turned me into a snail, again. I jumped on her bed, making bed angels. Her bed was a combination of sweet-smelling flowers. She was the personification of spring so it wasn't even a surprise.

   I hugged her favorite pillow and inhaled her scent.

   "Raf will hug her mate like this, kiss, and make love to him!" I shouted. I closed my eyes, picturing her on my bed. It didn't last long though because I felt her jump on me, swatting my head. I opened my eyes and saw that her towel fell off. "Wow! Strip show!" I exclaimed, shamelessly staring at her boobs. She quickly got off me and tied her towel back on, right before her eyes fell on the not-so-discreet tent in my pants. Her face flushed as she cupped her cheeks with embarrassment.

   "Pervert," she cried. "Bark like the dog you are," oh crap! I felt my body change. She turned me into a puppy. "Aww! you're so cute," she cooed. "Aren't you, baby?" She scratched behind my ear and I wagged my little tail enjoying it. "My sweet little pet dog."

   "Change me back!"

   "Nope, you're a gender-confused wolf so maybe being a dog for a day will help,"

   "That doesn't make any sense, Rafaelia, change me back!!!"

   "Talk to my ass," she gave me her middle finger and went to dress up for school. I found out a year ago that she was my mate,  but I didn't tell anyone. Raquelia was not a vampire or a wolf—Thank God!—So it was easy to confuse her since she didn't know about it. Raquelia had always been the one girl I liked the most, even before we became mates. But she was also the one girl I swore to never touch. It wasn't just because she is the daughter of my very powerful aunt and younger sister of one of my best friends, but it was also because I considered her sacred.

   She was in love with me even before the mate bond, she never hid that fact. I just couldn't help but bring myself to acknowledge my feelings for her or respond to hers. Having a mate means committing and I despise commitment. I love having fun, sexual fun. I wasn't ashamed to admit that I was a fuck boy. Sex was too important for me to let go. Yes, I knew what I was doing was wrong and selfish, but I didn't want to mark her and end up cheating. It was better I didn't put her hopes up. I planned that when I was ready, she would still be there. Raf hated any other boy aside from her brothers and me. I was the only one she gave full access so I was sure she would still be there.

In a way, I think that's my heartless point.

   You might be wondering what she's doing in my house if she doesn't know we are mates. Well, her mother, Aunt Raquel, insisted she starts living with us two years ago for reasons best known to her. She goes to the paranormal academy too with her much cooler brother, Ayden, my second best friend. Thank goodness her other brother, Aaron, isn't in school. He would have skinned me alive a long time ago.

   After a few minutes, we went downstairs for breakfast. The school uniform was white; white skirts or pants (could be jeans or any style as long as it's pants), white button-up shirts, and any white shoes of our choice. We were like white angels with black hearts. "Good morning, Dad. Good morning, grandmother," we greeted. Dad and grandma smiled and nodded. I remember how she was before but after mom died, she changed. Mom's death affected everyone in different ways. Grandmother became quiet and acted like a wise witch from a fairytale. Aunt Cyra became distant and threw herself into serving her pack as Luna. My maternal family—except two—cut ties with us. It was devastating.

   Lunaria was there with the D-twins. We lived with the beta and his family. It was a strategy Aunt Amabel came up with to prevent my father from being too alone. As for Lunaria, she preferred to stay with us. She didn't like her younger brothers. The short things were wee devils and constantly got her in trouble, so she ran away. "How was your night?" Dad asked Raquelia.

   "It was fine," I grinned, responding to her. "I met an angel in my dreams and we had fun," I winked at him. He rolled his eyes.

   "I don't understand where your promiscuous habit came from. If I remember correctly, I wasn't like you," he complained.

   "You weren't promiscuous because ugly men aren't playboys," I joked.

   Dad glared at me. "Shut up, there is no loose dog in my lineage,"

   "Tell that to your father. Do you know how many heads I broke before I could get girls to stay away from him? His thing dick never remained in his pants," grandma said frowningly. "I still remember how he slept with my sister and best friend and he didn't regret it. It was so heartbreaking that I angrily rejected him," she explained.

   "But you still married him," Lunaria, queen of stories, said interestingly.

   "After he spent two years searching for me because I cunningly got him to accept the rejection, then ran away. He searched his eyes out for years and when he found me, he changed."

   "Why the hell did he chase after a mad woman?" Dad asked quizzically, earning a slap on his head from mom. Everyone except Raf snickered. She was still angry.

   "Like grandfather, like grandson," Raf said spitefully.

   "As long as I've got this face and I'm not impotent, I don't see why I can't fuck girls," I smirked at her. Note, she turned me back to me. She frowned deeply. I've hurt her again. I looked at Lunaria who rolled her eyes but understood the meaning of my stare. She didn't know that Raf was my mate, but she knew Raf liked me. She was rooting for Raf—everyone was.

   "So, manwhore, I heard you took down some rogues yesterday," she said. It was a sad excuse for a change of topic, but it did redirect my attention to that girl. I still couldn't understand what it is about her that attracted me to her, but I had a feeling I'd be seeing her soon.

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