Enchanted by the Alpha

Chapter 4: You’re my mate

I found myself gazing at Hunter, utterly bewildered by his words. What on earth was he saying?

The questions swirling in my mind clashed with the reality of the moment, and I couldn't help but fixate on his striking blue eyes, a strangely mesmerizing sight that seemed to hold me captive.

I abruptly snapped out of my daze, startled by my own lack of reaction to his unexpected confession. I moved away from his grasp, creating some much-needed space between us, and let out a huff of disbelief. "Are you out of your mind? I mean, no offense, I'm sorry if that sounded harsh, but this is completely inappropriate. How can you say something like that out loud? What if someone hears you? Is someone watching? Did Amara put you up to this?"

My eyes darted around the empty hallways, wondering if any prying eyes or lurking cameras were capturing this awkward interaction. "This is absolutely insane," I muttered, a frown etching itself on my face.

I began to take a step away from the bewildering situation, but he seized me again, causing me to whirl around with a gasp. "What's wrong with you? What do you want from me?"

His grip was uncomfortably tight, and I winced, prompting him to release my hand, as if he had just realized the discomfort he was causing.

He slid his hands into his pockets, wearing a contemplative expression as he began, “Jessalyn, I have a lot of expectations when it comes to you, just like I expect you to steer clear of that— that guy.”

My brows furrowed in response to his seemingly possessive tone. “And how's that any of your business? Why should you be so concerned about my life?” I countered, a hint of frustration in my voice.

He met my question with an air of puzzlement, then shook his head while letting out a scoff. “Aren’t you supposed to have some questions for me?” he inquired, giving me an assessing look.

I paused, momentarily pondering the peculiar situation of this enigmatic new guy who seemed to know so much about me. Realization struck me. “Oh, right. Well, yes, I do have a question… or a few questions, actually. How do you know my name? And my birthday? Why are you constantly staring at me? And why are you speaking to me right now?”

A low chuckle escaped his lips, sending a warm, almost heart-melting feeling through me, and a faint smile played on his lips. “That’s quite a lot of questions, Jessalyn, but I’ll answer them one by one.”

I nodded in readiness, folding my arms and leaning in slightly, eager for his explanations. “Alright, go ahead,” I prompted.

His next words, however, caught me entirely off guard. “You are my mate,” he declared, and I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, utterly perplexed.

“Huh?” I blurted out, my frown deepening.

“We are mates, Jessalyn. You are the reason why I’m here,” he continued, leaving me even more bewildered than before.

“Why are you speaking to me in this way? I feel like I don’t understand the language, and believe me, I don't mean to brag, but I’m well-versed in quite a few languages,” I replied, attempting to process the surreal turn of events.

He quirked a brow and commented, “For someone who’s often seen as ‘cringe,’ you certainly have a sharp tongue.”

My lips involuntarily met my teeth, and I lowered my gaze, attempting to put my thoughts into words. "I'm just, well, confused," I admitted softly, "I mean, I'm practically a nobody at this school. So the idea of you talking to me, it's... it's just hard to believe. It feels too good to be true."

He took a step closer, his eyes filled with an undeniable sincerity, and he promised, "Let me offer you a hint, enough to make you believe me, babe—"

I blinked, questioning whether I had correctly heard the term of endearment.

But before he could elaborate, an unexpected interruption came in the form of a voice. "What's going on here? Jess, you know you've got things to do instead of hanging around my soon-to-be man," Amara chimed in, approaching Hunter and draping her arms around his neck.

Her proprietary gesture and the smile on her face, as she claimed him as her own, stung me. I found myself oddly tempted to pull her hand away from Hunter's shoulder, a puzzling emotion coursing through me.

What was this feeling?

She continued, diverting her attention to me with a casual tone, "Jess, how's it going with the math assignment?" Her sudden shift back to reality caught me off guard, and my heart raced, leaving me at a loss for words.

Hunter took charge of the situation, gently removing Amara's hand from his shoulder and chided, "Stop scaring her."

Amara shot Hunter a coy smile and retorted, “Why do you even care? It's not like you give a damn about a girl like her, right? Even her own mother doesn't. Just don't waste your time on her.”

Her words, though they came from Amara's usual hurtful playbook, pierced deep into my soul. She had a knack for using the exact words that felt like a dagger through the heart. The pain was undeniable, and it left me reeling.

Hunter's intense gaze remained locked onto mine, but then he shook his head and turned his attention away. His impenetrable demeanor left me utterly bewildered. I couldn't begin to decipher his intentions.

Amara persisted, attempting to steer Hunter away as she said, "Come on, Hunter, I'll guide you to the next class. Let's go." She reached for his hand, attempting to drag him away, but he remained immobile, his gaze fixated on me.

With a hint of perplexing satisfaction, he leaned in and whispered, "The hint I mentioned earlier... Your wish is to discover your purpose. And he's here, Jessalyn." There was a sly smirk on his lips as he made this cryptic declaration.

And with that, Hunter walked away, accompanied by Amara, leaving me both puzzled and filled with an unshakable sense of intrigue.

What the actual hell?

How did he know that? No one does...