All for destiny

Chapter 6

Nora

We were saying our goodbyes on the front porch. I stood at the back of my family as they swapped pleasantries with the Harlington's, nervously trying to keep my eyes away from Harry. It was more difficult than I would have expected.

"Thank you so much for inviting us tonight. It was wonderful! We need to do it more often!" Mrs Harlington smiled as she pulled my Mum into her embrace. I have to admit, they seemed like old friends who had known each other forever.

"You are more than welcome anytime!" Mum replied, gushing.

"Thanks Alpha Theo." Mr Harlington muttered, shaking Dad's hand firmly.

"Good to see you." Dad replied equally as awkwardly. They did not seem like old friends.

They began walking down the path towards their car when Mrs Harlington stopped and turned back to face us.

"Oh Nora, don't forget to send me that brownie recipe! It was divine!" Mrs Harlington called to me.

"I will." I tried to yell back but it got stuck in my throat and almost sounded like an animal dying.

We waited for the family to climb into their car and make their way down the street away from our house before walking back into the house.

Mason was going on about how he and Harry had a lot in common, not that I had picked up on that, and how one day he would make a strong bond with that pack. Dad just grunted his reply. Mason could have been saying that he was going to move to the Harlington's pack. It was clear that Dad wasn't listening to anything Mason was saying.

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I couldn't figure it out, but my thoughts were completely monopolised by Harry. We barely even spoke but he was absolutely stuck in my brain. I couldn't figure it out.

Maybe I was actually scared of him? I suggested.

Doubt it - he didn't seem the slightest bit threatening towards us... Emerald argued. She was right. There was nothing he said that could have been construed as threatening or malicious.

Then why can't I stop thinking about him?! I groaned, frustration coming through.

Maybe the goddess sent him? Emerald almost whispered. She knew this was not what I wanted to hear right now. Finding my mate was the last thing on my mind. I was moving to Melbourne, starting my life away from this pack. Finding a mate holding me back is not on the plan.

I didn't reply to Emerald. It was a lost cause anyway. I was never going to see him again. I had no plans for it either.

I could hear Mason and Jameson in his room next to mine. He must have come around once the Harlington's left. I was not surprised though, Jameson spent more time living at our house than his own. Sometimes they even joke that he is the other son that my parents wanted instead of me. The sting of their words had lessened over time. It was horrible, but it felt as if I had become somewhat immune to their harsh comments and stabs.

I decided to take a shower to clear my mind. Mum and Dad would have already gone to bed.

I relaxed as I concentrated on the warm water running down my skin. I felt the trails the droplets left as they rolled down my arms and legs. I closed my eyes and allowed it to flow over my face, wiping the day from my body. I was hoping that it would wipe the thoughts of Harry from me as well. It didn't seem to work. Thoughts of his dark hair, his stubble along his jaw line, his strong, tattoo-covered arms and his deep eyes that seemed to look right through me, came flooding back whenever I closed my eyes.

Turning the water off, I stepped out of the shower and stood there awkwardly, feeling the goosebumps forming on my skin from the cold air on my once warm skin.

Wrapping the large, fluffy towel around me and brushing my hair quickly, I began to walk down the hall back to my bedroom.

"What a view!" Jameson laughed from behind me. A lump immediately formed in my throat. I didn't want to turn around to face him. It had been a very long time since anyone had seen this much of my skin.

I forced my feet to continue walking towards my bedroom but Jameson jumped in front of me and blocked my path.

"Where are you going?" he asked with a smirk.

"To my bedroom." I muttered, not wanting to give him more of my time.

"Want me to join you?" Jameson asked, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. I felt a little bit of my dinner come back up into my mouth.

"Um, definitley not." I frowned.

"Ouch." Jameson laughed, leaning back against my bedroom door so that I couldn't open it without leaning across him.

"Move out of the way..." I muttered, stepping back to create some distance between us.

"Remind me, when do you move away?" Jameson asked, continuing to cross his arms across his chest.

"This weekend." I replied coldly.

"And when do you turn eighteen?" Jameson asked, stepping closer. I held my ground. I wasn't sure if he was trying to be intimidating or flirty, but either way, I didn't want any part of it.

"At the end of the month." I replied, moving around him and twisting my bedroom door handle. The door slowly swung open and I began to step through as Jameson grabbed me by the towel and pulled me close. I felt his warm breath on my cheeks. I was surrounded by his sweet vanilla scent which, I couldn't deny, was appealing in a strange, almost sickeningly-sweet way.

"God, woe will be your future mate." Jameson whispered with a glint of humor and evil in his eyes. I felt the tears sting as I tugged the towel out of his hand and slammed the door in his face. I could hear his chuckle from behind the, now closed, door. I felt like screaming. I wanted to break something. I wanted to yell at him but I knew it would be useless. Jameson has been the same since forever. He wasn't going to change because I said something nasty or cruel to him, regardless of how deserved it was.