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Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen - Third

JACOB

I got off the plane with my things and went through the arrival terminal. I went to get my luggage at the luggage drop off area and went to the main gate. Hays said that I was going to be picked up by mom and dad, so I sat on a bench and waited for them to come.

Soon enough, I smelled the familiar scent and heard the familiar scream of them. I got up and they ran to give me a bear hug.

"My baby boy!"

"Mom..."

I chuckled before returning the hug. They finally let go after a while and mom wiped her tears.

"Let's go home, son," dad said while patting my back.

I took my things and followed them to their car.

I don't know why but I'm feeling happy.

My guardian wolf, Asher wagged his tail.

'Maybe it's because we're going home.'

No, not that kind of happy. The 'we're going to see mate soon' kind of happy.

My eyes widened.

'Mate?'

Yeah, yeah.

'Impossible. The Moon Goddess wouldn't pair me with anyone after all the trouble I've caused.'

Don't say that. She'll pair you with someone, just maybe not who you think it is.

I groaned.

***

When we arrived, I got out, took my things, and walked in with my parents.

"Your room is still yours," mom said.

I gave her a nod and walked up the stairs. I arrived at the South Wing and walked to my room. I opened the door and looked inside. It looked the same, just cleaner than I left it. I placed my bags down and sat on the bed.

It's good to be back.

'No kidding.'

I laid down and rested.

KARA

I woke up and checked the time.

6:03 am

I moved away Connor's arms before stretching and headed for the kitchen. I walked to the fridge and took ingredients for pancakes and placed them on the counter. I started making the batter when I smelled a chocolate scent. It was unfamiliar but it smelled good. When it was getting stronger, I froze at a male voice.

"What's cooking, good looking?"

I turned around and saw a male with tan skin, short black hair, brown eyes, and shirtless. He had a smirk on his face while he ran his fingers through his hair. I placed the batter down, "Pancakes."

I felt him walk towards and stop behind me.

"Can I help?"

I nodded, "Of course. Take the nonstick pan, put it on the stove, switch it on, and pour some vegetable oil in and roll it around."

"Consider it done."

He walked to the cupboard and took out a pan to put on the stove. He switched it on and poured oil on it before picking the pan up and covered it with oil.