The Young Mate

twenty six

Christal McCade

When we arrive back at the house I instantly jump out of the car and run into the house, my heels clicking on the driveway. I laugh when I hear Shawn groaning behind me.

I close the door just a second after I open it and slide through it into our entry way. I continue to run through the house, kicking off my heels in the process. I listen to Shawn shout as he comes into the house and closes the door.

"Christal get your ass over here," Shawn says, the lightness in his voice lets you know that he's being playful and not serious. I'm half way up the stairs by now when I stop running and turn around to look at him.

Shawn shakes off his black jacket and ushers me in the simplest hand gesture.

"Come," Shawn points at the floor next to him, his face stern. I grin and shake my head no, making his eyebrows raise, "Christal, come here."

"Nu-uh, I like my spot right here on the stairs," I sit down on the stairs and lean back against the railing. Shawn clenches his jaw, him and his wolf both not liking the fact that I'm not listening. Usually I do listen, or cave in but I'm not going to this time.

"Christal May McCade, get your sweet little ass over here right now," Shawn leans back against the wall, looking at me expectantly.

"Your not the boss of me," I smirk, knowing that he hates it, absolutely hates it when I say that.

Shawn's eyes flash black, showing his wolfs aggravation with me. He moves off the wall where he was leaning and starts to walk towards me. I giggle and sit up straight on the stairs.

As Shawn walks towards me his stance is intimidating and strong, making me want to cower back how all female wolves are supposed to when a more dominant male wolf is "challenging" them.

Don't do it my wolf tells me. I still don't know that brats name, she won't tell me. Don't call me a brat you little-

"Christal May McCa-" I cut Shawn off with a growl of my own.

"Don't use my full name," I say lowly and stand up on the steps, making myself taller than him for the time being.

Shawn's eyes flash black again and he walks up the stairs towards me, pushing me back against the wall.

"Don't talk back to me mate," Shawn growls, slamming his palm against the grey wall.

"Awh is someone upset," I mock Shawn in a little baby voice while my wolf goes absolutely psycho in my head. She's the one who told me not to back down, and now she's telling me to chill out.  Shawn's eyes flash black again, his wolf got stronger once I became of age so I definitely am testing dangerous territory. He doesn't have as much control over him yet so he could take control and go absolutely bat shit if he got mad enough.

Shawn moves his hand to the left of me to grab my jaw, making me flinch slightly as he does so. He grabs my jaw tightly and we hold eye contact for awhile. I watch my reflection through his eyes and grin when I start to see my eyes glow the lightest blue you'll ever see.

See a perk that you get from being a woman from the Blue Falls Pack is that when you come of age, you develop a dominant kind of sense over your mate. When we are tired of our mates shit or are trying to calm them down, our eyes start to glow this supernatural color of blue that reminds me of the Bahamas. It releases this huge surge of dopamine in your mates body to instantly calm them down. But the higher rank your mate is in the pack, the less it takes effect. So now it's really just a test of how effective it is to the strongest alpha in the America's.

Almost instantly Shawn body relaxes and his hand falls from my jaw. I stand up straight and push him back so I'm not on the wall.

"Don't touch me like that again," I recommend, my voice uneasily calm to the point where some could call it scary. My brothers called this my scary voice. When I started talking like this they knew I was pissed and shouldn't be fucked with. Luckily I didn't have to use my "scary voice" very often.

I walk back to our bedroom and slam the door shut before locking it. The bastard man-handled me and on my birthday of all the fucking days.

I take a deep breath and start to strip from my dress.

Kayla my wolf says softly in my head, my name is Kayla

I smile and walk into the bathroom, nice to finally meet you Kayla, thank you for helping me calm Shawn down.

He gets out of control sometimes. Kayla sighs and I smile, starting the bath. His wolf has a temper too, worse than his.

Oh goody I hiss inside my own head. I tie my black wavy hair up into a messy bun and slide into the filling bathtub, grabbing a bath bomb from the basket set next to the faucet of the bath ledge.

I have a feeling we're going to have to use that little trick a lot with Shawn Kayla says to me, making me sigh and nod.

I know we will, he's the most feared alpha in the world for a reason.

I hear a knock at the bathroom door, making me groan. He broke the fucking door again.

"What,"I huff our the word and pull my body down more into the galaxy colored water.

"Can I come in?" Shawn asks. I bite my lip and stay quiet, knowing that he will come in anyway I don't waste my breath to answer him. The door slowly creeks open and Shawn slides through the bathroom door.

The top four buttons of his white dress shirt is unbuttoned and his hair is a mess from obviously running his hands through his hair.

He walks over to the side of the bathtub next to where my head lays. Shawn kneels down and runs his thumb along my cheek.

"I'm sorry love, I'm trying to control myself, Adrian gets so pissed off at you sometimes and it affects me so much. I'm sorry," Shawn's voice is soft when talking to me.

"Adrian is your wolf?" I ask, smiling that he told me his wolfs name. It is a very personal thing to most wolves. The more people that know your wolfs name, the more people that can control you.

"Yes, Adrian is my bastard of a wolf."