His Other Half

Twenty-one

Pablo

"So why am I here?" I asked. "Or rather how am I here?" I asked looking at the three Pereiras. "Fate and the Gods saw that you were willing to die to allow Malik and Ares to have their mate. Your mate." Franco said. "They deemed you worthy enough to have a second chance at life," Sergio added. "I see," I said. "You can't go back to your old body because it no longer exists, obviously," Gino answered my question before I could ask. "What about Malik and Ahsha?" I asked. "Malik cannot know. Fate's rules. We don't know why but those are the rules." Sergio shrugged. "As for Ahsha, because you technically didn't die she's still your mate," Franco explained. "Her spirit still calls to you, no?" Sergio asked.

She did. Sometimes I could hear her calling my name or crying out for me. "We aren't allowed, brother," Franco said looking to Sergio. "Fate only said Malik couldn't know." Gino chimed in. "Allowed to do what?" I questioned. "Ahsha, your mate is being introduced to the public as Malik's mate," Sergio said as a smirk spread across his face. "My brother here doesn't think you should come with Malik being there and all." "I'm going," I said.

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It had been just under a month since I last saw Ahsha and here I was sitting across from her as she looked at me curiously and suspiciously. "Are you just going to stare or ask your question?" I mused. "You called—" She paused. "My sweet mate. My sweet little mate." I said leaning towards her. We sat in one of my family's or rather former family's lounge. We were in the back in a private area away from prying eyes. "There was only one person who called me that but he's dead." She said choking on her words. She turned her head looking away from. Seeing tears spring to her eyes touched me in a way I never thought would. We hadn't known each other long but knowing that my death spurred such emotions from her both lit and broke my heart.

"Please don't cry?" I begged. "I'm still here my love. I've come back to you." I told her. She shook her head. "That's not funny. You can't joke like that and you have to stop calling me your mate. Malik is my mate." She said standing turning to leave. I quickly stood grabbing her arm stopping her. She looked down at where I was gripping her before looking back into my eyes. The familiar spark that shot through both of us took her by surprise. "Yes, Malik is your mate, but I am as well, and I've come back to claim what is mine," I told her. "Prove that you're Dominic." She ordered. I raised an eyebrow looking at her. "Really?" I asked. "If you're Dominic then it should be simple." She said. I hummed circling her before stopping behind her. "The night I first came to you." I began standing extremely close to her. "Do you remember it?" I asked caressing her arm as I brushed my nose against the back of her neck taking in her scent. I hummed as I inhaled how different her scent smelled compared to the last time, I smelled her. "So sweet," I mumbled to myself.

"Yes." She said breathlessly. "It was the first night I heard your beautiful laugh," I said trailing my hand up her stomach and over her breast to gently grip her neck. "You laughed at the fact that my name was Dominic and I was a demon." I chuckled tilting her head slightly before brushing my lips against her neck. Now being a vampire, I could not only smell the sweetness of her blood, but I could feel her pulse as it steadily increased. "I believe you called me Dominic the demon," I said as a smile broke out on my face before I gently kissed her neck right where her mark rested. A soft moan escaped her lips before she tensed. 

She turned and her eyes locked with mine. We stared at each other for a moment before she wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me down to her. "I missed you." She mumbled against my neck. "I know, love," I told her hugging her tightly. "Wait how are you here? Malik told me you died. I don't understand." She confessed taking in my new appearance. "You're so different." She mumbled. "I don't know. One minute I was dying and the next I'm waking up in this body." I explained. "Does Ma—" "No, and he can't," I told her. "Why?" She asked. "Things must play out as they may," I said not knowing where that came from. "What does this mean then?" She asked. "For us?" She mumbled.