Fine Line ( under construction)

Chapter Four

I glared across the table, my fork pushing the food around my plate.

A pretty red head sat across from me, her red hair curled perfectly and perfect lips painted bright red.

What really pissed me off, was the arm hooked around Walker as they sat next to each other.

Kaden nudges my leg under the table, making my eyes shoot to his.

His brows crinkled in the middle as he spoke through our link.

Stop staring at her, you look crazy His voice was pleading with me to act normal.

I had filled him in on all  that went on last night, including the fact that Ever Walker was my mate.

Kaden couldn't stop laughing for about ten minutes after I broke the news to him.

I suppose it was hilarious that I had been paired with a man who had a stick shoved so far up his ass, he could pass as a flag post.

We were not compatible by any means.

She just pisses me off, why is she even here I question back.

She's his 'fiancé' He speaks softly, as if he was trying to soften the blow.

I glance up at Walker, who was watching his plate like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

Whatever I growl back, my wolf becoming angry that another woman claiming what was ours.

I wasn't going to do anything about it, though. He made it clear that he wasn't here to be my mate, whatever that fucking meant.

She can have him. I'm honestly thankful that she was saving me from a lifetime of his glares and harsh words.

You don't mean that.

My subconscious scolds me.

It just annoyed me that Walker brought her here, as if he couldn't stand to be without her.

My father sat at the head of the table, with Martin sitting on the opposite side of him.

Kaden and I sat next to each other, across from Walker and his fiancé.

It was an uncomfortable dinner, not to mention the aching pain shooting through my legs from all the torture yesterday.

At least the wound on the back of my thigh had healed up nicely.

"So, Francine, tell me more about your work in Benin." My father questions her, his face relaxed and pleasant.

He never looked at me like that.

Well you've never worked in Benin.

I swallow the lump in my throat, biting my lip harshly enough to bring blood.

"I spent time in the villages, building pumps for fresh water and in return the women of the villages would teach me how to sew and cook." She smiles brightly at my father.