chapter five

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                    A girl with long caramel brown hair and a short shirt-dress came up to me, she had natural makeup on and a frown.

"So, are you and Luciano, like, a thing?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"I-I don't e-exactly know." I stuttered, my shoulders rising with tension that was created from shock.

"That's entirely up to her," Luciano said, wrapping an arm around my waist.

I pried his arm off, going against what my body wanted me to do which was melt into him.

"What do you mean it's up to her?" the girl huffed.

"She's my mate, and she's human." He whispered under his breath.

"He's going to want to meet her once he finds out," the girl sighed. "You know you can't hide her from him for long."

"I know." Luciano groaned, glaring at the ground.

"Umm," I drawled out awkwardly regaining both of their attention. "First of all, what did the floor ever do to you for you to glare at it like that, and second of all, who is going to want to meet me?"

"Our father." The girl answered, a smile fighting to land on her lips. "And assuming Luciano already informed you, the alpha of our pack."

"You don't have to meet him until you are ready to, though," Luciano muttered.

"Oh," I muttered.

"I guess Luciano already explained to you what an alpha is, huh?" the girl assumed.

"Not really," I mumbled bashfully. "I like to read. And some of my favorite books are about the supernatural world. I don't really know what's true or not though..."

"How intriguing," The girl whispered under her breath before shaking her head slightly and setting a grin on her lips. "Well, that explains how you're taking all of this so well."

"What, do you expect me to be frightened?" I asked, sassily. "Or to start fangirling? Because I don't plan on doing either."

                      "So how much information from the books is true?" I asked as Luciano lead me outside.

"Depends on which book you're talking about." He chuckled, looking over his shoulder at me.

"Well, that doesn't answer my question." I huffed.

"Sorry to change the subject, but," Luciano mumbled nervously. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date later."

"Sure." I shrugged, my heart contradicting my calmness by screaming at me in happiness.

"Great! When are you free today?" he asked, a large smile on his face.

"Besides having to unpack, I'm free the rest of the day," I answered.

"Would you like to help you unpack?" he suggested.

"What? You don't think I can unpack myself, do you? You don't think I can handle it?" I remarked while crossing my arms over my chest.

Why not mess with him a little bit? Let's see how he reacts.

"N-no, that's not what I meant at all." He stuttered slightly, his shoulders tensing, his eyes showing panic and his hands raising in front of him in defense.

I think what gave it away that I was just messing with him was when I had to bite my lip to stop from grinning and laughing.

"I can handle it." I giggled. "Don't worry."

                     "If you hurt my baby girl, you're dead." My father warned.

"Understood, sir," Luciano replied with a curt nod of his head. "Although, to be honest, I wouldn't ever think of hurting her."

"Good." My father sighed. "Besides if you did, Rei would probably beat me to killing you."

"Seems about right," I muttered under my breath.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, sir." Luciano chuckled.

"Be careful, baby girl." My father whispered, kissing my forehead tenderly before directing his attention to Luciano again. "You better take good care of her."

"I will, sir." Luciano nodded determinedly.

"I'm going to have to ask you about this later." My father mumbled under his breath Luciano and I started heading out. "You know that, right?"

"I know, papa." I grinned at him before closing the front door behind me.

"Your father seems like a kind man," Luciano noted, taking hold of my hand.

"He is, he's also very hard working." I sighed. "So, where are you taking me?"

"You'll see." He smirked at me as he helped me into his car.

are?" IK* 

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