Run.

Chapter Two

I stare at him like he has fifty heads before I come to my senses.

"Look, uh Caleb right?" He nods at me. I knew his name as soon as it was uttered, I just wanted to make it look like I didn't give a damn." I'm sorry but you must have a mistake." I mean I couldn't possibly have a mate just didn't happen.

Mates were destined to be together centuries before they were born. I was a huge mistake that technically should have never existed. My father is the archangel Uriel and archangels were forbidden to procreate or fall in love. It was one of heavens main rules and if it was broken death was the punishment. No one ever found out about his little misdeed thanks to my uncle Azrael who made sure that I wasn't listed as Uriel's biological daughter in his big list of life and death. No my 'father' was Maximillian Ignatius Hunter Featherstone. Who doesn't exist. I checked.

Long story short I had daddy issues.

He looks up at blondie and shouts "Aiden get out and if you touch her again I will rip your head off." He growls menacingly at blondie- Aiden. He looks like he wants to retort but after looking at Caleb's face he groans and walks out the door shutting it behind him.

I smirk. That put the little rat in his place.

"Please tell me that's not your Beta." I say looking up at him with amusement and crossing my arms. I can't help but relax a bit now that I'm with him alone.

"How do you know what we are and no he's third in command." He says genuinely seeming shocked and stiffens.

Oh this poor boy he really doesn't have a clue about what I am. I walk over to his desk and sit on his office chair. It's large with brown leather and extremely comfortable. I could almost fall asleep her but I had business to attend to.

Caleb walks around to face me and growls. "Out of my seat. I'm the alpha here." I look up at him sweetly signalling that I wasn't moving.

"I haven't properly sat down in two days and haven't eaten in four so could you please let me sit in your big comfy chair for two minutes?"

I say letting my real emotions show which is tired and quite frustrated. I can see Caleb is not happy with my attitude but let's it slip and leans on the desk casually.

I literally think I'm going to die. I mean how could he just stand there all sexual and perfect without even trying. This wasn't physically possible. This was all some crazy dream and I'm actually a forty year old woman in Nebraska with twenty cats and a nephew called Andrew. Wow what a plot twist that would be.

"What's your name?" He asks smirking down at me. I look up at him and smile. I know now that he won't hurt me. If he thought I was his mate I might actually have some protection from Dimitri and his coven of thugs temporarily.

"Juliet Andrea Selene Brooks.What's yours?"

He smiles crookedly and I thought I was going to melt like a chocolate ice cream on a hot summers day. I was feeling all girly and stupid right now. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts. "Caleb James Mercer."

That is my new favourite name.

"What age are you?" He asks.

I act mockingly shocked. "How dare you ask a girl her age!" I say gasping for dramatic affect. If I didn't permanently get fucked up as a kid with the whole your nephilim business I definitely would've been an actress.

He looks impatiently at me waiting for an answer. I guess the time for cracking adorable crooked smiles is over.

"Seventeen." I say hesitantly.

Truth be told I wasn't entirely sure if I wasn't already eighteen but I felt like I would've have been more mature if I hit that milestone age and I haven't had access to the date in forever. So I assumed I was seventeen.