The Fated

Chapter Eight

MAVERICK

Nova and I followed behind our fathers as we walked out of the packhouse. Curiosity was buzzing through us. We exchange a couple of confused glances at one another before walking out the giant double entrance doors. Sitting before us are two brand new vehicles, parked in our circular driveway. One was the dark, sexy Durango SRT that had been parked in Mom's spot earlier and the other was a sleek, new, black BMW M2. Both were extremely attractive and definitely expensive. Both of our fathers turn to us and grin

"These are for you two! Now that you're officially adults you'll need your own vehicles. Guess which one is yours, Mav?" Dad is almost jittery with excitement.

I can only imagine the stunned expressions Nova and I both wear. I look over to see her mouth agape and I know that my eyebrows are nearly tickling my hairline.

"Err, the Durango?" Even though we saw it parked in Mom's spot earlier and Dad has literally just told me the cars belong to us, my brain can't wrap around the fact that this is my very own car. This SUV is beautiful, luxurious and fast. Nova stands next to me, completely baffled and speechless.

Alpha Oren laughs and nudges us both forward.

"Well go on, you two, hop inside your new cars! Feel what it's like to sit behind the wheel!"

Nova and I make our way over to our cars and we each slide into the driver's seat. In my rear view mirror, I can see her sitting in the M2 behind me. She runs her hands over the steering wheel and her eyes devour every single inch of the dashboard.

I should be admiring my own vehicle, but all I can do is admire how sexy she looks behind the wheel of that gorgeous car.

Her forest green eyes look teary and her chin wobbles. I can tell she is about to cry. Within seconds I pounce from my car and dash over to hers. I pull on the door handle and kneel down. My hands reach out to grab each side of her face and tilt it towards me so I can meet her gaze.

"Why are you crying, what's the matter?" My thumbs gently stroke her tear stained cheeks. Worry and heartache drips from my tone at the sight of her tears. My eyes search hers for signs of pain.

"Nothing is wrong, everything is actually amazing, that's why I'm crying! These are happy tears, overwhelmed tears!" She sobs.

I pull her as tightly to my chest as possible with her still sitting behind the wheel of her car.

"If anyone deserves this it's you, Nova. You're amazing and you deserve the world," I whisper into her dark red waves and gently kiss the top of her head.

She let's out a half laugh-half sob and pulls back.

"You deserve this too, Mav. You really do." She wipes away the wetness from her eyes.

"Okay you two! Enough sappy s**t, time to get ready for your first and last Wolving Ceremony!" Dad yells from the entrance to the packhouse where we left him.

Nova and I giggle as I help her out of the car. Two omegas approach us to come valet our new cars back to the parking garage. I nod at them in thanks.

Together, Nova and I walk back to our respective bedrooms. When we reach our door, I turn to her and give her a knowing smile, which she returns.

I watch her enter her room and as soon as the door shuts leaving me out in the hall, my heart aches. Man, I've got it bad.