My Mate

Chapter Two

When we arrived at his mansion, the sun was still setting. I could see his palace through the tinted window of the back of his truck.

It was probably the biggest house I had ever seen before.

First, his driveway was in a "u" shape, circling to the front of the house where he pulled up. There were paparazzi and press sitting on the enormous front steps. The group of people dresses in mostly black came running to the truck, holding up cameras and microphones.

Being on the biggest pack on earth meant that there was a lot of publicity. Not to the humans, but werewolves had their own version of Internet and learned how to share things without humans finding out.

Lucas turned to me as we stopped. He looked sternly into my eyes and I knew he meant business.

"I don't give a fuck if you hate me, but it's really to your own benefit of you pretend to like me."

I gulped and nodded. I knew that it wouldn't be pleasant to embarrass myself infront of people because it would be known through all of the living werewolves. I decided to be an actress and pretend Lucas was someone I actually liked. For my benefit only.

He must have seen the understanding on my face because he nodded and opened the door. I opened my door and was immediately blinded by flashing cameras. My line of vision was all black from microphones, cameras, and press. Questions were being shouted everywhere, and I could tell Lucas was fending off press from the other side of the car.

He made his way around the vehicle and stood next to me, draping an arm across my shoulder. I tried to look comfortable as I leaned against him slightly and smiled faintly as he directed me to the house.

The presence of the crowd seemed to fall away as I felt Lucas's arms and torso touching me. I could already feel the mate bond budding. He definitely wasn't lying about it. But since he was already twenty-three and could feel the mate bond full force, it must have effected him far worse than it effected me.

I momentarily forgot about who he actually was and enjoyed the feeling of him by my side as we walked up the front steps, press and paparazzi herding us and swarming around us.

As soon as the door was shut, Lucas practically pushed me away from him.

"We'll get your damn stuff in the night. They can't touch it," he said gruffly. He set his keys on a smelly table by the door and strutted off to a different room. He obviously meant for me to follow him, but I was too awestruck to move.

Smooth white granite floors sparkled under my feet. Little lines of faint black and gray illuminated the floor. The walls were a peach color in this room. Dark wood trim edged the bottom of the walls.

The door we had come in was parallel with a landing of the second story of the house. There were two staircases coming from the landing from either side. I could see a hallway behind the landing.

Looking up, the ceiling was at least three stories up and nothing but a crystal chandelier occupied the space.

Below the landing with the fancy stair cases was a massive black piano. I could tell from musical education that it was a full grand piano. It was polished and looked brand new. I was practically drooling.

I had played piano for over thirteen years, and had never got to touch a grand piano that beautiful.

"Get over here," Lucas growled from behind the piano. He was down a short hallway with his head out of the doorway of a room.

I hustled toward him. He kept his jaw locked as I entered the room. It was his kitchen. The same white granite that made up the floors made up his counters. His appliances were high quality stainless steel and looked freshly polished.