Chapter 5 - Welcome Home Mate


He had to sit in front of me.

My insides were going crazy, and I didn’t know whether I wanted to jump him or punch him.

Bex admired him, “He has gotten hotter,” she said.

I groaned, “Don’t start,” I said to her. “He’s the one who sent me away and even hurt me.”

Bex looks at me, “I know, but he’s our mate; we can forgive him.”

I know I can forgive him, but something was niggling at me. Everyone here must have known. No one looked surprised when he said mate to me. Everyone just kept looking at me to see my reaction.

Bex was sensing everything I was feeling. “They must have had a good reason for keeping it from us,” she says.

I looked around and noticed that my father was staring at me. Everything was falling into place, the way my father and Jason were acting earlier.

I was starving earlier, but now I had somehow lost my appetite.

I glanced and looked straight into his dark brown eyes.

They were full of fire and desire.

“Like hell,” I said to Bex.

“I need time,” I said to her.

Bex looks at me and nods.

She knows it took me a long time to get over what he did and said to me that day.

He probably has forgotten what he did.

“Stop staring at me,” I said to him. “Take a picture or something.”

He looks at me, but a smirk appears on his face.

I moved the chair back and got up.

I stood there and glanced around, looking at each person. But my eyes landed back on his, “How long have you known about us?” I asked him.

I was met with silence.

His eyes were staring at me. He looked like he wanted to talk, but he never opened his mouth.

I glanced around at everyone else, “Okay, how long have you all known about us being mates?” I asked them.

No one said anything.

“Well,” I said to them.

My father clears his throat, and I look at him. “Rox, please eat,” he says as he looks at my plate. “We can talk about this after food.”

I sigh. “Nope,” I say and I move away from the table. “I’m going to my room; I’m not hungry anymore.”

I walked away and headed straight upstairs to my room.

I slammed the door behind me.

I glanced around. I know I seem childish, but I hate feeling like this. I never get treated like an adult or taken seriously; I always get treated like a child.

“You need to calm down,” says Bex.

I close my eyes and look at her. “I’m trying, but I want answers. I’m not a kid anymore; that's why we never came back earlier. I knew this would happen,” I said to her.

Bex knows how I feel. I’m the youngest in this household. I wasn’t planned, but my mother and father were happy to have another child. My mum always made me feel special and always did things with me. My father only bothered when my mother would make him or when we all did family night, which would be board games or even watching a film together. It was planned for once a week. But when she died, my father became this person who bubbled wrapped me and made me feel so insecure about everything that I never knew who I was truly, but I figured out more about myself by living with my uncle.

I remember writing in a diary which helped with my feelings, especially when it came to my mum's death. I always bore my soul out on it, even my feelings about Alexander. I remember I was in school, and somehow, everyone knew about it. I thought Jason told everyone, but I never found out who opened their mouths or even knew how they found out.

I paced my room, trying to calm down.

I hadn’t been long in my room when I smelled his scent from outside my door.

I stopped and looked at my door.

Without thinking, I walked over to the door and opened it.

And there he was, with his fist out, ready to knock on the door.

I stared up at him.

Fuck, he’s tall.

He stares down at me, his eyes searching mine.

I frown.

“What do you want, Alexander?” I asked him.

He stares at me and frowns, “Why the hell do you still keep calling me that?” he asks and steps closer, but I move back. He's now in my doorway, and I can’t even close my door.

I stare at him.

I know why I say it. He doesn’t like his full name. Everyone in school and around the pack calls him Lex, and I never understood why. I know why I do it; it pisses him off still like I used to call him Alexander when I was a child.

“Well, it’s your name,” I said to him.

I wrap my arms around my waist as I can feel his eyes checking me out.

I frowned once again. “Eyes up here,” I said to him.

His dark eyes land on my face, and he smirks. “I like what I see,” he says.

I look at him; what an ass.

He checks me out. I would be flattered, but he needs to leave me alone.

Bex is drooling and panting hard in my head. “He can have me in any way he wants,” she says.

Damn, horny wolf.

My head hurts. I need him to leave so I can think.

I look at him as he stares at me, “You need to leave,” I say as I step toward him.

I close the gap between us, and his scent engulfs me. I can feel my core tighten as his scent and warmth hit me.

I look up at him, and he smirks. He knows he is affecting me.

“No, I want to talk to you,” he says.

I looked at him.

“Bex, I need time, but I think we can tease him,” I said to her, as I never took my eyes off him.

Bex looks at me, and a mischievous smirk forms on her face; she knows what I want to do, and I think she might like it.

I look back at him and place my hand on his chest; as soon as my hand goes to his chest, the tingles of the mate bond shoot through me like electricity. I didn’t react and knew there wouldn’t be any talking done the way my core is acting. I stay as calm as I can, not giving much away.

“You need to leave now, Alexander,” I said to him.

Alexander leans down, places his head on my head, and breathes in my scent, but he comes at eye level with me. “Stop calling me that, little mate,” he says.

I look at him, pushing him slightly, which makes him stagger slightly. I got him out of my doorway.

I leaned closer, my eyes staring into his, “What should I call you then, Alexander?” I said with my hand still firmly on his chest.

I can feel his heartbeat spike a bit.

I looked at his lips and then back into his eyes.

Alexander licks his lips as he moves his top half toward me, “Call me mate,” he says in a husky voice.

I knew I had to up the game, but I just hoped I could manage this without him sensing how turned on I was.

I move closer, which takes him by surprise. I move my hand to the top of his pants, and his breathing gets heavy. “I guess it will have to be Alexander,” I say, and I look at his lips and back to his eyes.

I bite down on my bottom lip and move away quickly.

I stepped back quickly and held my door.

“Now leave,” I said as I closed the door on him.

I turned around and leaned on the door for support.

I closed my eyes, and Bex stared back with an evil smirk, “You made him hard,” she said.

I stared at her, but I didn’t say anything.

I waited for a moment, but I heard his footsteps go after a few minutes.

I walked away from my door and headed to the dressing table. I grabbed my phone and dialed my uncle's number.

I press the call button, and he answers on the first ring, “Rox, everything okay?” he asks with a hint of worry.

“Did you know?” I asked him, “Did you know that Alexander was my mate?”

My uncle was quiet, but after a few seconds, which seemed like ages, he said, “Yes, I knew.”

I sat on the chair and looked at my door.

Everyone knew, including my uncle.

“Rox, you need to hear…” he says, but I hung upon him.

My uncle was here when I was told to leave. He took me back to his pack; he's the beta to the alpha there. He was more loving than my father and even treated me like an equal.

I never told anyone, only him, what Alexander said and did to me.

I got up and walked over to my bed.

I place a block up on Bex as I don’t feel like talking to anyone.

I need to calm down and not overact about everything.