Forever & Always

Chapter 8

Sam's POV

I glanced at Trevor. "My dad's home."

His face contorted into horror and literally pushed me off him. I fixed my shirt and listened for the door to open, but it never did. I frowned. I could have sworn that was his car. I opened my door and walked downstairs. All the lights were still off. I went into the kitchen. Just as I was about to flick the light switch on, I heard a noise from the pantry. I inched slowly to it. As soon as I opened the pantry door, someone flew out and clamped their hand over my mouth.

"If I remove my hand, you promise not to scream?" the someone said.

It sounded like a guy.

I nodded.

He removed his hand and I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from screaming. He stepped back and I could feel his eyes on me.

"So you're my mate," he said. It wasn't a question.

Wait...WHAT?!

"Your-your mate?" I squeaked.

He chuckled. "Yes, sweetheart. Can't you sense it? Can't your wolf smell my wolf?"

I felt my face heat up. I heard him come closer to me. The smell got stronger. My mouth was almost watering, he smelled so good. We were nose to nose. He moved a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm sorry, Sam," he whispered.

I was confused until I saw him raise his hand that held a knife.

Sam's Dad POV

When I got home from work, I noticed all the lights were off. Sam must be asleep. I caught a slight movement out if the corner of my eye. It was a person. A boy. He opened the back door carefully so it didn't make a noise and stepped inside, closing the door just as careful. I got out if the car and followed him.

I got to the kitchen and saw him hide in the pantry. I heard someone come down the stairs and barely saw Sam emerge out from the doorway. I watch the outline of her go over to the light switch when she stopped and turned towards the pantry.

Sam! No! I screamed in my head.

She opened the door and the kid jumped out at her, clamping his hand over her mouth.

"If I remove my hand, you promise not to scream?" the kid asked.

I could see her nod. He slowly removed his hand and took a step back, looking at her. I clenched my hands.

"So you're my mate," he said at last.

No way, I thought

"Your-your mate?" she squeaked.

He chuckled. "Yes, sweetheart. Can't you sense it? Can't your wolf smell my wolf?"

He walked closer to her. When they were nose to nose, he moved a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, Sam," he whispered.

Then he raise his hand that held a knife. I growled and yanked him away.

"Dad!" Sam yelled. I ignored her. I could barely see his face. Not enough to identify him. I heard Sam walk over to the lights and flicked them on. I gasped and let the kid go.

It was the werewolf prince, Peyton.

Peyton's POV

I knew the moment Sam had turned the lights on, I was busted.

I was glad Sam's dad stopped me from killing her. I can't believe I almost did. I dropped to my knees, tears running. Sam drew in a breath and came to me. She pulled me to her and I laid my head against her shoulder.

"Sam! Get away from him! He could still be dangerous!" her dad yelled at her.

"I don't care," she said. "He's my mate."

"If he's your mate, then why did he try killing you?" he asked.

"The Feared One ordered me too," I said before Sam could reply.