Gifted

Chapter 24 - Hunter

London traffic was a bitch at any time of day but even the beeping of car horns and drivers yelling out their windows couldn't distract me from the peculiar feeling which slithered up my spine, tightening its hold, something was off—wrong.

I'd had it since I'd left Sage's apartment.

Well, I'd had it longer than that.

And no matter how many times I tried to reassure myself, it just wouldn't budge.

My phone beeped and seeing as the traffic had come to a standstill I opened it up.

What's this? Do we work part-time hours or what!? It read.

Cheeky bastard

I rolled my eyes. He could wait another half-hour and I had other more pressing issues.

My mind went back to thinking about Sage. And some relief had come with seeing her, talking to her, but I had gone to visit her, not only because I had to see her, but because I wanted answers.

Then why the fuck hadn't I asked anything?

You know why.

Because I didn't want to give her any reason to end the possibility of what we might have together.

Why?

Because I was afraid to lose her.

Fuck!

My wolf grumbled. He was pissed we'd just walked away from her, again. He hadn't stopped harassing me whilst I was with her, touching her, tasting her. His intentions had barged their way into my brain with the same demand... over and over.

Mate—Mate her!

I blew out a puff of air. I'd never given two thoughts about finding a mate...my fated mate.

Didn't fucking believe in all that bullshit. Fairty-tales and teenager shit. Yeah, I got the 'mate' thing. But Fated? There was only one true Mate for everyone?

But she's all I thought about. And when I'm with her, every inch of me—every fucking nerve in my body comes alive, like I'd never lived a full day before her.

I slammed on the horn of my car as some wanker pulled out ahead of me. His cheap-arsed BMW almost took the front end off my car. I glared at him through his mirror and he glanced away.

Yeah, that's right sunshine, fucking drive like you've passed a test. Prick!

I clenched my jaw as I continued driving. My mind returned to the only subject that filled every corner of my head as I tried to rationalise it for the umpteenth time today.

It was widely known I was a hard bastard, took no shit from anyone, had to be in my position. Couldn't allow for any sign of weakness with the current reigning Alpha's, as they would sense it—smell it a mile off, therefore, I had to be on top of my game.

My reputation for being a womanizer was also commonly acknowledged, and I wasn't surprised when her cousin called me on it—she had every right to.

And, when I thought back, yeah, I'd been a cunt to a lot of women.

True, I was always upfront. But I'd used them and moved on to the next. So, if truth be told I had been an all-round piece of shit where women were concerned.

But I didn't want to do—or be that anymore.

And I hadn't even so much glanced at another woman since the second I clapped eyes on her.