Promise me

Sleeve

Mia pov

*Ping*

Luke: hey

Oh? Why would he message me out of the blue?

Me: yes?

 I waited for a response.

Luke: You’re thinking about me.

Hold on- What?

Me: wh- no I’m not

Luke: yeah you are

Me: prove it

Luke: ok. Then. I’ll think of something, and tell me the first image that comes up in your head.

Me: ok.

My eyes slid shut, what the hell is he talking about? my face is burning up by the minute for god knows what he’s going to think. An aroma of tomato sauce filled my nostrils. The chewiness of pasta between my teeth and the savor of parmesan. Lasagne

Me: food :D

Luke: ok. What type

Me:  pasta type, lasagne

Luke: ding. You got it correct.

Me: ok? but why lasagne

Luke: bc it’s my favorite food. Thought I might just tell you

Me: o H- ok.

Luke: why are you being nervous about?

Me: this seems fun. Ok I’ll think of something

Luke: Gucci

What the in fuckery do I think of? What is there for me to imagine? Do mates actually see what the other can think or imagine? What the f**k? Huh??

Luke: stop fluffing. Think of something. I can hear you like your flustering in my head

Me:  o h-

I threw down my phone, stalling with miniature thoughts of squeaking and trying to think of something. Ok. Ok. Calm down.

Luke: Yeah, sure, calm down. 

Me: oH foR f***s sAKE  -

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3rd pov*

His hands are covering his face in the blackness the room, with only the soft illuminating light of his phone, chuckling away at her cute panic. He tried to test to see if the so-called mind connection is true between mates, due to its leveling mercurial volatility on the emotional concentration of self and the latter. He guessed its true, her small squeaks in his made him curl a little bit in a wholesome moment.

Luke: try to think of something that is emotionally tied to. It makes it easier to imagine or relive the moment.

Pause.

He felt her concentration, on anything that is emotionally tied to. it was a stir of anticipation of what he might guess what it could be. A soft light casts in the middle of his closed vision. Sound of footsteps under warm daylight tinged orange and her hand, grasping his sleeve, he paused in his train of thought. His entire demeanor softened; muscles loose. And breath slow.

A fuzzy warmth emitted from his chest, thankfulness filling his view of what has before him in his mind.

It took a hitch at his breathing. Gazing at the ceiling.

luke: why that?

Mia: well, I thought that it was nice

Luke can feel his heart swell in adoration. The thought of him just letting Mia hold his sleeve and her feeling like she owes him the entire world made him cover his face in fluster. He then disconnected and knew that he had f****d and played over endless girls and women. But her innocence made him soften with love. Wait. Love?

“Someone’s in love” Reon cooed and wagged his tail in delight.

“f**k off man. I’m not”

“I managed to talk to her wolf a little bit while both of you lover birds were connected, and my god, damn she’s mighty fine! I think I may have a crush” Luke can feel him rolling on the floor of his mind in excitement and laughter.

Mia laid there in her own bedroom, wondering why he has not spoken since the disconnection. "Did I say something wrong Lylith? Maybe I should just go to sleep. "

"Oh no no darling, you didn't do anything wrong. They're both really handsome"

"Lylith! " Mia flustered, but doubt began to fog her mind. She can't trust him, Yet the whole mate thing has already made her more attracted to luke and it felt wrong.  "I should talk to mal and dad about this."

 Her wolf sighed softly, knowing how much her own master has gone through, it will be hard to even trust someone in the beginning. She's aware of her reaction when Mia slightly lost control of her emotions and couldn't call her out. She’s still too early to even call Lylith to action. However, Luke showed some promise.

 "I won't stop you sweetheart, but just remember, that it's your choice to make." 

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A couple of weeks later passed, and Mal was waiting in front of Mia's doorstep in his car. She should be out an hour ago, what’s taking her so long?

Mal tried texting her, no response. He tried calling her, and it kept jumping to voicemail. There was silence in the house and her shoes are still on the front porch. Then suddenly a crash and shrieking flurry of curses echoed throughout the entire house. The voice of two women, Mia.

“Something’s wrong! Get inside!” Bronx growled in anger. Mal ran to the door and banged on the door. Silence.

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“Stop lying you, filthy b***h! You are a f*****g w***e for sleeping around with other men! You don’t deserve to live in this house! This house belongs to me now!”

“No it’s not and it will never be! My own dad has entrusted this house under my name!”

“You filthy slut!”

Plates and household items came flying to her from the kitchen, crashing on the floor until a knife came into her vision and stabbed her thigh. A scream of pain escaped her chest as she pulled it out and sat there. Mia’s aunt Looked at her with disdain, “I should have abandoned you when you came back to this house, you murder” She sneered and began to shift. The loud banging was heard from the door that caught them both off guard. Her aunt glared at Mia, and quickly stopped her shift and grabbed a piece of broken glass and sliced her own arm.