After You

Chapter Six

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Hayden's POV 

I pulled out of my driveway and onto to cracked road. We went over a pot hole and I held the steering wheel tighter. I'm driving Tess's new car. It was nice and some what fast. It doesn't fit my taste though, and I know it doesn't fit Tess's ethier. Why she choose it I honestly have no idea.

Sorta like I have no idea why she choose to sleep with John. He was doing it on purpose to mess with me. He knew that Tess was my mate but he wanted her to himself. Even though they had completed the mating process she didn't show the effects like he did. He was like a love sick puppy and she didn't even notice.

I know that I slept around while I was with Tess but that's before I knew she really was my mate. I found out when I turned 17 this year that she was. I was surprised that she didn't notice but then again she doesn't know what she is. So I guess that it's possible. I peaked out of the corner of my eye stealing a glance of my mate. She was so gorgeous. She always had been, her ever changing hair cascading down the side of her head since she always tucked to one side. Her eyes wandering around until they landed on mine.

She looked at me and smirked. It was almost as beautiful as her smile. I miss her smile so much. The last time I saw her smile was her 16th birthday. The day her parents died. That would be two years ago on Wednesday. I'll have to pay extra attention to her then, she tends to go over board trying to drown out her sorrows.

She tries to drink away her pain but being what she is it takes alot more alcohol than normal for her to feel even the slightest bit of effects. I was worried about her. I know she wanted a break but I have no doubt that we could get back together. It's driving me crazy not being with her. My wolf begs to let him take control and mark her, but I couldn't do that. Not when she doesn't know what she is. But we have a bond stronger than anything.

We have a werewolf bond. She has great power one that even I do not know of fully. I know that Tess will do great things. Things that most of us downworlders can only imagine. I look at her again and have to force myself to breath. I can smell John on her. I know he thinks he loves her but he doesn't really.

I made a left at the second stop sign we came across. I know it's a big deal for her to be going back home that's why I want to be there for her. The reason I keep pressing her so much about it is because I don't want her to stay with John anymore. Call me selfish but I don't care. It drives me crazy to smell him on her, I want to go and rip off his head. Actually first I want to cut off everyone of his fingers. Then I want to.... Well let's just not say it will not be pretty. He will regret ever raising a hand sexual against my mate.

We pulled into the grocery store and I expertly park her car. I scramed out using some of my speed to reach the door so I can open it for her. It doesn't work though because she was already heading inside the store. I stared at her backside as she walked in. Does she purposely sway or hips or I wonder if it's just natural?

I grabbed the closest basket to me and pushed it into the sliding glass doors. The warm air hit me as soon as I walked in and I was thankful. It was starting to get cold out now as the seasons had quickly changed. I'm glad I knew Tess so well other wise I wouldn't know what to pick up for her so that she could stay in her house. If it was me I would just buy a bunch of microwave dinners and cooked them.

As much as Tess hated to admit it because she tries to be so type of bad girl, not that I'm really complaining because she's beautiful, but she's actually a good cook. Most of the time when she's over at my house and my parents are on a business trip, which is almost all the time, she would cook for us.

She would make fired chicken, casseroles, rolls, gravy, she would bbq and alot more but I refuse to think about it right now because I'm haven't eaten yet today and it sucks to shop on an empty stomach. Tess came into view and she loaded the basket with ingredients. One thing about Tess's cooking she liked to make everything from scratch.