Her Mate Is A Vampire

Ch. 3 | Dimitri

Ch. 3 | Dimitri

"Who is that girl?" My father asked curiously, when I had woken up.

I woke up with Malia snuggled up against my chest. 'She looked adorable' was hardly the statement I use. She looked like a sleeping, innocent Princess. My princess.

"Her name is Malia," I stated, firmly.

My father looked at me sternly. "Malia who?" he asked, his voice dripping with rage.

I had to think fast. "Walker," I lied fluently. My father eyed me up and down, trying to figure out if I was telling the truth.

"Well, Malia Walker... Do you fancy her?" My father's British tongue slipped through and I nodded numbly.

"Very much so," I admitted.

"Mmm," he thought for a moment and looked at me, challengingly. "You do know, she'll have to pass your Aunt Rebekah, in order to be accepted, yes?" He stated and I stiffened.

My Aunt Rebekah can tell if people are lying, as if it was as easy as spelling her own name. Amazingly easy.

"Yes, father," I said, swallowing a lump in my throat.

My father took a step closer to me, giving me an amused expression. "You know... If I find out you're lying to me, I will kill her." He was anything but joking.

"Yes sir," I replied, trying not to be hesitant. I wouldn't let him kill her.

"Good," he nodded, patting my shoulder. "Off you go, then. To wake up your girl, right?" he asked and I merely nodded, as I turned and walked away, to my room.

"Malia," I whispered, when I opened the door to my room. She still slept silently, clinging onto the covers, keeping them tucked under her chin. I smiled to myself at the sight and slowly walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it to shake the sleeping princess awake.

"Malia," I whispered again, shaking her slightly. She mumbled something, as she started to wake up and she turned over, pulling the covers over her head.

I sighed. "Hard way it is, then," I mumbled and got off the bed, taking hold of the covers from the foot of my bed and I pulled them swiftly off of Malia. She sat up instantly and glared at me.

"What the hell!?" She growled at me and then pouted. I chuckled.

"Time to get up, Mate," I teased. "Time for you to go back to your pack."

"Oh, right..." Malia muttered and sighed. She got up and smoothed her clothes over. Her hands moved over the form of her body and my eyes trailed after those hands. My eyes landed on her legs. I would give anything to have those legs wrapped around my waist.

What? I may be part of the undead, but I'm still a guy... And guys have needs. I have heightened hormones. Get over it.

I cleared my throat and nodded. "Well, um... See you?" I said and she merely looked at me. For a moment, I thought I saw sadness in her eyes.

"Yeah, right, see you," she mumbled and pushed passed me, toward the door. When she shut it, I let out a breath. Malia didn't even have to do anything and she took my breath away. I wonder why that is?

Oh, let me guess, that soulmate bullcrap? Yeah, cry me a river, she would never accept me as her fated 'mate.' I mean... Look at her. Enough said.

Wait, what am I thinking? I'm the egotistical vampire who knows he's hot. I'm not insecure, I'm cocky. God, I sound like a girl...

I walked out of my room, to see my father sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He put it up to his ear and he looked at me, amused. That look alone, made me want to eavesdrop.