Her secret mate

Traveling home I

A part of me really wanted to go down memory lane... to remember all the sweet moments we had in this house.

How Darcy cooked Christmas dinner for both of us and it was the first time I had a quiet dinner without the fear of getting involved in a fight... How I tried to return the favour for his birthday and almost burned the house down... After that, he was determined to teach me how to cook so that I would not burn the house the next time I tried to cook.

He was successful and now I am a half-decent cook, but he was still the one that usually made us food. Well, at least until this year... when we did not have as much time together to do things as cook dinner together or see much of each other.

His father had more and more tasks for him to do. It had gotten to the point where I would mainly see him in classes and that was it.

With every step, my heart felt heavier and heavier. My eyes started to sting, but I pushed all those thoughts and memories aside. There is no time to be soppy or vulnerable. The moment I leave this house, I will be entering the war zone.

Sure, my father sees a lot of benefits of me mating with Darcy and there are a lot of agreements that have been made purely based on the fact that we are going to mate in a few weeks, but my father still dislikes the idea of his pure blood mixing with some low life.

He hates that I was the one that made this decision and not him. Sure, it benefits him, but he does not like me making the decisions and not him. I may not be a toy he likes, but in his eyes, I was still his toy and like the man-child alpha he is, he is still throwing a fit over the fact that I am being taken away from him.

"Come one princess, I don't have the whole day."

Colin's annoyed voice pulled my attention back to him and I saw him standing in the doorway with a very annoyed look on his face.

I really, really wanted to move even slower just to piss him off a bit more and to see how far I could push him before he loses his marbles, but I knew better.

He is an alpha and that makes him extremely dangerous when angered.

Right now, he is annoyed with me just because I am a task assigned to him and he has no wish to pursue this task. But he had no choice. It is clear that he would rather do a million other things than play my bodyguard for the next few days.

The question is why was he doing this?

He doesn't look like the usual suck-ups that would do anything my father asks... if I was completely honest I would say that he is the complete opposite.

I took a deep breath, pushing all those thoughts away because this was none of my business. After this week is over I won't ever see him again.

"I am walking and stop calling me princess."

His loud laughter surprised me.

"Then walk faster and I will call you whatever I want. We both know that you are more or less as close to royalty as the werewolf world can get. So there is no need to act offended there are a bunch of other ways I can call you that would be so much less respectful."

"And what would those be?"

"Spoiled brat."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Is that the best you can do? I was called the worst by preschoolers."

He stared at me for a moment and I was sure he was thinking of a selection of words that would really attempt at insulting me, but he shook his head at the last moment.

"Come on, we have a long way to go."

I wanted to push him to say what he was thinking, but something in me stopped me. So I walked down the stairs and stopped when is saw him standing next to a matt black chopper.

"Yeah, I am not riding that."

"What are you scared, princess?"

"No, but I am not in the mood to die on this death machine."

He laughed again as he handed me a helmet.

"You will be completely safe. It is only dangerous if you are being stupid."

Reluctantly, I took the helpmate and he pulled my backpack from my shoulder and strapped it in one of the side pockets.

Without saying another word, he sat on his bike and started it.

"Come on, put the helmet on. I want to leave this place as soon as we can."

While strapping the helmet on, I asked him.

"Why are you in such a rush to leave this place? Did you go here?"

To my surprise, he laughed.

"As a matter of fact, I was here for a few years until I was thrown out and prohibited from entering the territory of the school. So if anyone sees me here, it will cause a scene and it will drag this out for even longer. So come on, get your ass on the bike."

My legs were shaking as I walked to the scary-looking bike.

Shit, I have never ridden one.

Taking a deep breath I forced myself to get on and still keep a little space between me and Colin's body.

Without saying a word, he grabbed my hands and wrapped them around his middle, crashing me into him.

"Hold on tightly and do not let go until I tell you to. If you slip off the bike and die, I will not only have to answer to your father, but your little boyfriend will probably try to go after me to avenge you and I will have to kill him."

"Ha... you are so sure you can kill him? He is not just some weak creature."

"Oh I know princess, I know just who your boyfriend is and what he is capable of, but he is no match for me. Now hold on."

With those words, he kicked off the curb and we took off.

I was forced to hold on to him even tighter, but for some reason, I was not scared anymore.