Pack Warrior [EDITING]

Chapter 19

The rest of the party passed like it should have. People came up and said congradulations, I talked to Lisa and everyone. I also had to deal with Greg and Ben. They asked me two million questions, and I laughed through most of it. It was perfect.

Well, apart from Maddie.

It was late, but I hadn't had anymore to drink. Damien hadn't let me move from his lap. We were having a good time, and I was happy to be with my mate. But I had a feeling something was wrong. I looked up and saw Maddie glaring at me.

I usually would have smiled, tried to make her mad, but instead I just looked away and focused on Damien.

However, a few minutes later, Maddie was stalking over to us.

"Damien, what the hell is she doing in your lap?" She gave a disgusted look, and I rolled my eyes.

"She's my mate Maddie. She's sitting in my lap, where she should be." I rolled my eyes again. This made it sound like I was his property.

"That makes no sense Damien. I am your mate." 

I narrowed my eyes. This girl was pushing it.

"No you're not Maddie. You need to get over yourself." I was tense, and I felt Damien's arms tighten around my waist. 

She stomped her foot. "I am though. God, this bitch has been trying to get in our way for ages. She's tricking you or something. I am your mate!" She was screeching now.

I shook my head. "I have not been in your way Maddie. There never was a way, because Damien didn't want to be with you. You are going to accept that and stop calling him your mate. Because if you don't, I will cut your face off."

She glared more. "Whatever bitch. I'll get you for this."

I laughed and she marched away.

The rest of the night went smoothly. We were some of the last to leave, and I felt exhausted. By the end, Damien had to carry me upstairs. He put me to bed, but I wouldn't let him go, even in my sleep. 

He crawled into bed beside me, both of us fully clothed and completely exhausted. But I had never been happier.

 -

The next morning, I woke up at 5 am. I was tired from the night before, but I still hadn't gone for a run in a while.

Damien had his arm wrapped around my waist, so I had to slowly extract myself from his grasp. I almost fell out of the bed doing it, but I eventually got up and changed. I pulled on a pair of black shorts and a white tank top. I quickly tied my hair up and stuck my feet in my trainers.

I yawned as I entered the kitchen, seeing cups and bottles on the island. I was just turning to the fridge when I saw a figure leaning against the counter. I jumped, my heart racing.

"Jesus Christ."

I reached my hand back and turned on the light. That's when I saw Clara standing there.

"Good morning Emaline. The pancakes won't be ready for a while. Do you want some toast?"

I sighed. "No, I was just going to grab a banana before my..."

I trailed off, worried that she might say I couldn't go running.

But she just smiled. "You can go for your run. I won't tell your mom."

"Thanks." I grabbed the banana and hopped up on to the counter.

"So, how was the party last night?"

I swallowed the mouthful of food. "It was good. Really good. It was nice to just relax for a bit." I was trying to be as vague as possible, I doubted that she knew about me and Damien, and I didn't really want to tell her.