Between two Alphas (Part 2) Between Love and Hate
Chapter Three
Maison's POV
I couldn't get his face out of my head. He looked older, but still the same man who took my mother.
"Hey why you keep looking over there?"
I snapped out of it and went back to setting up the tables.
"Nothing I thought I saw something."
I felt like someone was looking at me from behind and turned to see Raylene.
"Come help?"
I nodded and followed her.
"Why didn't you tell me he was right there?"
"I didn't know until I came down to get you."
"Fuck!"
"Hey!"
I smiled.
"Sorry I forgot where I was."
"Yeah I bet."
"You think he knows it's me?"
"If he doesn't know now, he will by the end of the week!"
We both smiled and finished setting up before I headed back to take a shower.
I was coming out of the bathroom in just a towel when Josie came out of her room dressed and looking more like a woman than ever. I whistled looking at her from head to toe.
"Your mom bought you that?"
"It's my birthday. Do you like it?"
She had a bright pink miniskirt that sparkled every time she moved her hips, a black tube top that said kiss me it's my birthday in glitter with black and pink converse."
"I like the shoes."
"I have to be practical and you did buy them for me after all, how could I now wear them?"
I smiled going up to her.
"Wait 'til you see what I've got for that beautiful neck of yours."
I watched as she squirmed and I couldn't help but bark at her making her jump.
"Maison!"
I laughed so hard I dropped my towel in the process and when I heard her intake of breath I stopped only to smile even more. I watched as her eyes took their time.
"You should leave that for your mate.,"
Her eyes snapped at me and left running down the stairs. I huffed and went into my room to change. Why did I always have to do that to her?
Josie's POV
Why does he always have to mention my mate for?! Ugh, I hate that we can't just choose who we want to be with! Maison was perfect. With his dark brown hair and light brown eyes. His body seemed like it was made of steel, with muscle that ordained ever single place in his body and that light tan skin. He was the spitting image of his father from the pictures that he'd shown me, but his eyes held his mother's love and his heart her soul.
I sighed, sitting on the tree swing.
"What's wrong baby girl?"
"Nothing Daddy."
"Maison again?"
I nodded looking up at him.
"How come he can't be my mate?"
