The Second Mate

FIVE

Gwen Borgia. The picture above.

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Marianne was quick as pulled the gun from the drawer and pointed it at the person after she felt an unusual presence in the kitchen.

"Woaw!" The girl raised her hands in surrender.

"Someone's in the kitchen." Marianne mindlinked the pack, making Nefera, Duke, and other members appear in a haste.

"Calm down, Marianne. She's Gwen Borgia, Remus' younger sister." Nefera stated.

Marianne looked at the girl for a second before placing her gun down.

"Marianne? You're my brother's mate. Oh my gosh! I'm a big fan! I heard about what you did at the family dinner. Ohhhhh.. I would pay big money to see anyone set a score on Beatriz. And that gun, is that loaded with silver bullets?" Gwen asked as she walked closer to Marianne.

Marianne nodded her head.

Gwen faced Nefera. "I love her!" She claimed.

Nefera leaned on the wall. "We all do, kid." She agreed.

Gwen faced Marianne once again and smiled. "Did I mention my name was Gwen? Pfft.. of course Nefera already said that. I'm seventeen by the way, youngest sister rather sibling of Remus, your mate. And, don't worry, I'm not like the rest of my family."

"Yeah, I see that. You didn't have the same aura when Beatriz paid a visit." Marianne said.

"Don't worry about her, she's demented."

Gwen started walking around the room as the others left.

"I sure missed this place." Gwen breathed in.

"And I missed you too." Remus stated after he entered the kitchen.

Gwen's face lit up as she ran towards Remus and gave him a hug. Marianne smiled at the sight but brought back her attention to the stove when the spiking smell of burnt caramel brushed her nostrils.

"Hey kiddo, hope I didn't bother you by calling you here?" Remus greeted.

Gwen broke the hug and shook her head. "Believe me, after I received your call, I booked a flight here like a vacation in Bora Bora. And, please stop calling me 'kiddo'. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm turning eighteen this mating season and I can't wait to meet my mate." Gwen was full of hope. She was always excited to meet her mate, curious of the cosmic connection she always heard from werewolves who met their mates.

"No you're not." Nefera stated as she walked to the fridge and searched for ice cream.

"Haha. Too bad for the both of you but me finding my mate isn't something you can control." Gwen's index finger moved from Remus to Nefera.

"You can't be too sure. There are mates you meet when you're twenty-five or thirty." Remus spoke the truth.

"Or in your case, thirty-five. Or is it forty-five? I can't tell. It's been so long, you look like your nearing retirement." Gwen sassed.

Nefera and Gwen laughed. Remus rolled his eyes. "Speaking of mate, have you met mine?" He walked towards Marianne and embraced her from behind before kissing her cheek.

"Careful, I'm cooking." Marianne warned.

"Absolutely did, and its so cool of her to have a gun." Gwen remarked.

Remus sent his sister a confused look. He shifted his gaze to Marianne, which the blonde avoided. Remus moved his hand to the drawer beside Marianne and saw the revolver.