The Pup's Mate

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Arielle's POV

I stared down at the platter in front of me, feeling the chair beside me move as he sat down beside me.

Holes were burning through my temple as I felt myself losing appetite. I can't believe that my mate was him, the d*ckhead who had been in my mind for the past four years.

He was the real reason why I didn't get myself a boyfriend until today.

"Aww... That's a sweet story. Tell me about it." Nat giggled like a child, pricking up her ears for more.

"Oh just shut up, Nat." I growled back, deeply confused with myself. I wanted a mate, but I hadn't expected him to be my mate.

Part of me actually wanted this, but the logical side of me was literally reminding me that I was as though stamping on my ego.

Was my ego - the size of a donut - really mattered more than my mate? Besides, it had been four years. So, the unpleasant memories between us had already been buried right?

Seriously, I was confused right now.

Standing up, I murmured a 'I'm full' and walked away from the kitchen. Climbing up the stairs, I made my way towards my room, only to be stopped by fingers curled around my wrist as tingles shot through my arm.

That could only mean one thing. Tristan.

I stayed rooted in the same spot, not moving. My wrist was still in his iron grip like as if he didn't want to let me go. He turned me around, making me face him as his arms held my waist.

"Are you avoiding me?" He asked while I could locate a hidden pain in his tone. I stared into his grey orbs, swallowing my saliva. "No." I replied instantly, shaking my head.

"Then why are you running away from me?"

I cleared my throat, murmuring, "I didn't, I was full." My eyes still stayed fixated on his grey orbs which held pain and sadness in them. It made me look like a bad guy right now.

"You're lying, Arielle. You didn't even touch your food." He sighed, slowly lifting his hand as he caressed my cheek. I froze at the contact, blinking my eyes furiously.

My eyes moved to his stubbles, not daring to meet his eyes. I felt the sparks when he touched me, just like how I did four years ago when we first met.

I can't believe I didn't manage to see through the side of him when he was so protective and possessive over me. I can't believe that I didn't find out that we were mates.

He had me fooled, completely. Either that, or I was blind.

I pushed him away like how I used to when we had arguments in the past. I was tired of going through the same thing, but my heart felt deceived as he didn't tell me that we were mates.

It was an important thing and he didn't even bother to tell me. He had his chances, but he threw them away and chose to let me discover myself.

What a great way to kick-start our reunion, Tristan.

"I don't want to start an argument with you right now, Tristan." I said, spinning on my heels to leave when he hugged me from behind, his front kissing my back.

"Tristan-" I was cut off as he tightened his grip around my waist. "Let me explain everything, Arielle." He said, seemingly unfazed by my reaction.

He must have expected this reaction from me. I mean who wouldn't react like this when you find out on your own that the guy you had met four years ago, turns out to be your mate and kept it from you?

I wanted an explanation from him anyway.

"Fine, let's talk in my room." I snapped, pulling myself away from him as I led him to my room. I sat down on the comforter by the window and crossed my arms.

"Explain."

He sat down on the coffee table in front of me, his eyes stayed fixated on me. His hands reached over for mine as he clasped his large hands over my small ones.

I yanked my hands from his grip and glared at him pointedly. "I am sure you don't use your hands to talk." I muttered under my breath, looking away.

This earned a chuckle from him as it dispersed the awkward tension between us. I whipped my head towards him and raised a brow. "What's so funny?"

He shook his head, covering his mouth as he tried to hold in his laughter. Instinctively, I pinned him against the coffee table and pulled his collar. "Why are you laughing?"

His laughter came to a stop as he looked into my eyes. That romantic feeling sparked as his eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips.

F*ck, the sexual tension was so thick.

My eyes flickered from my usual colors to silver as I closed my eyes to control my wolf who might be unstoppable once I let her out.

I felt warmth reaching my cheeks as I snapped my eyes open to see him staring back at me. "You're so beautiful when you are pissed off, sugar. I wish I could call you mine."

I tensed at his words, feeling blush reaching to my cheeks as I pulled away. He pulled me towards him instead, making me topple on top of him. He nuzzled my bare neck with his nose, taking in my scent.

I must smell like fried chicken and salted fish right now.

His lips pressed against my neck as he kissed his way up until it reached my jaws. I clenched my fists tightly to bite back a moan.

Sh*t happens when the mate bond was killing me.

Poking his chest with my finger, I glared at him as soon after I had composed myself. "You haven't explain to me yet, Tristan. Don't make me wait for too long." I grunted in frustration, trying my best to keep my cool and keep my wolf in control.

She was fighting against me as she wanted to come out right now and claim her mate. I was not going to let that happen anytime soon.

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