The Alpha's Mate (GxG)

chapter eight

Arya’s P . O . V

We were all looking around the room to try and make sense of seeing my late mother’s name tattooed on her wrists. “Why the hell do you have that on your wrists! who gave you the guts and audacity to show me such a violation upon my mates legacy! Who the hell are you and exactly why do you have my late wife’s name tattooed on your body?” My mate did not seem to be bothered at all by my father’s angry, highly raised voice shouting at her. She took the pen and notepad that were on the bed and wrote “That is my name, I am Nicole Hilton,”

“You will do no such thing…I forbid you from using my late wife’s name to get in my head and disrespect her legacy,” he shouted and let out one last growl before storming out of the room . I couldn't help but agree with my father just this one time. I was not okay with my mate using my late mother’s name to play such cruel mind games. What if this was all just a ploy to infiltrate my pack and find out it’s weaknesses? What if this is all some part of a cruel, ruthless plan and if that was the case was her being my mate part of the plan? Did she or whoever sent her know we were mates beforehand? Was she even really my mate or was this all a mirage Was this some weird coincidence where she just so happens to have my the same name and surname as my late mother? It just wouldn’t make any sense for her to be my mate. We can’t be mates and have the a surname in common that’s just seems like some incest type ish and the moon goddess wouldn’t put me in such an abominable position. There is no reality on this earth where she and I could possibly have the a common surname. I don't think that is a possibility but I couldn’t exactly voice that logic out loud. I could not risk anyone finding out about my connect to her thus I kept my mouth shut .

I couldn't stand there any longer. Everything just seemed to be too much for me to handle any longer. The room was becoming more and more claustrophobic the longer I stayed in it. I could barely hear my own thoughts nor my wolfs thoughts . Everything was just so jumbled up together it was making me nauseous . I could barely concentrate on any single train of thought . I just had to leave the room . I could not stand there any longer. She wasn’t going to talk and there was no use in me being there beside her .Her being my mate was stressful enough but the woman just had to bring questions , confusion , uncertainties a lot of mysteries and the stress full information with her to make my life more different than it had to be. Exiting the room was probably the best thing I could have ever done for myself in that exact moment. I just really needed to breath some fresh air or just be in an atmosphere where I could inhale air that was not tainted with her alluring scent.

Leaving the room was a breath of fresh air… literally a breath of fresh air. I could finally breath fresh/clean air that was free of her alluring scent and it really did wonders in clearing up my thoughts. My mind was like a bottomless pit of questions with no answers and confusion. It was like the reality I had known and had grown accustomed to had just been ripped from right under my feet. Nothing at all seemed to make any sort of sense . I could feel my mind trying to maintain a grasp of my false sense of reality but I could somehow feel myself losing more and more of my grip at each and every second. Waking up this morning I was not ready for any of today’s events and I was honestly going to be ready. It was like my life was previously too boring so faith just randomly decided to spice it up and send everything spiraling out of control in many different directions. I could barely comprehend any of what was going on and that did nothing to ease my anxiety.

All of sudden my mind wandered off to her . I never thought I would never find my mate talk more of her being an actual her . My hands went to my pockets , feeling out for my earphone case. A sense of relief filled my senses as I pulled hem out. My hart rate slowed down a bit as the music brought a sense of calm throughout my whole being. I could hear Keri Hilson singing in the background of my mind …her song lyrics seemed Soo real and valid I could finally comprehend the whole song. The more I remembered the lyrics the more I could relate. *This isn’t supposed to me* I really never thought I would ever be the one caught in this feelings trap “but sometimes love comes around ,and it knocks you down just get back up when it knocks you down ,” was this even love? Whatever it was just felt so good and yet so bad I could barely keep with all the emotions and thoughts racing through my brain. *woe is me ,baby this is tragic * Kanye’s verse in the song Really hit the spot and honestly …ouch. I felt bad. Had it been any other situation or another pairing of mates everything would be fine. She deserved better and I clearly was not better. Any other mate would have brought her comfort and claimed her by now but her I am contemplating my very own existence ,not even sure if she really is my mate.

I jumped up in an unexpected scare . I was knocked out of whatever trance I was stuck in and brought back to the world of the living. My hands instinctively went up to my ears and removed my wireless earphones so as to bring back my hearing . The song stopped and I subconsciously was grateful for the music calming me down from the panic attack that was pending earlier on. I set my eyes on the person who had touched my shoulder and startled me back to reality . It was her…my mate. She no longer wore the hospital gown but wore a very big and oversized t-shirt. She looked very cute in the shirt and the black really made her highlight how unnaturally pale her skin was which suddenly made me feel slightly more protective over her. It did not take a genius to tell that she had been captured with no sunlight for a very long time and that really did not sit well with me nor my wolf. “ohhh…. Did you try to escape again? Why tap the Alpha’s daughter of you are going to escape , that does not seem very wise on your part. Do you maybe need something?” I talked on and on until I realized a huff of realization that she was not going to reply no matter what I said or asked her. My muscled were no longer tense and alarmed so I further relaxed and just decided to sit back down. I had given up on getting any answer from her and decided to go back into wallowing without my own thoughts.

I could feel her sitting down next to me but I decide to pay her no mind. Her scent caught my attention as I noticed how my betas scent was mingled all over here but I said nothing. The way their scents intertwined was really getting to me and my wolf. Jealousy was high and so was my anger. I was possessive of her but I was not willing to become all toxic animal like this I decided to just remain within my thoughts and make no mention of my betas annoying , putrid scent on hers. Spark’s… pleasurable tiny sparks went of on my shoulder once more as she lay her hand there once more. The mate sparks on my shoulder were gone as soon as the got there. I laid my eyes upon her only to see her weirdly looking at her hand , seemingly analyzing it to see where the sparks were coming from. I paid her no mind and removed my eyes from her before I started the creepy staring.

A piece of paper suddenly showed up and blocked my vision. I looked at the paper and saw words neatly written on it. I could feel a slight tug in my heart at her bothering to be the first one to initiate a conversation between us and actually try to communicate with me. “You seem sad…are you ok?” I internally read the words once ,twice and trice. I re read her words once more just to make sure I was reading right. I could feel my heart skip a bit at the thought of her actually caring about me and my feelings. I could barely comprehend what I was feeling . I did not know what to answer her or if I should answer her at all. My eyes went from the paper to her and then pack to the paper again. I glanced up at her once more and froze in place. Her usually unbothered and pained face appeared different. It took me a while to grasp it but when I did I could barely contain my sadness. She looked worried…worried about me. I could see the genuine care in her eyes and felt a harsh tug on my heart at her being worried about me when so much seemed to be going on to her and around her.

She was different. Something had changed but I couldn’t figure out what. A thought ripped through my head and awoke a deep sense of panic within me. What if she knew? What if she finally figured it out. Could that be the reason for her change of behavior? Did she finally figure out who I was to her. Does she finally know that we are mates? A lot of questions ran through my head but a few rang the loudest…

Did she tell anyone and if she didn’t would she tell everyone?

What if she told everyone, what happens then?