The Alpha's Curvy Mate

Chapter 13

Clar

“Honey, are you okay?” Nick’s mom sadly asked me as she sat beside me and handed me an ice cream bowl. I shook my head slowly, as I felt a new stream of tears begging to collect in my eyes.

She eyed me sadly and then side hugged me. “I’m so sorry, I thought Nick knew better than that.” I wanted to say that it’s okay and I still love Nick but it hurts so much. Here I am finally believing that finally I can be enough for someone but turns out maybe I’m not.

What if Nick didn’t find me?

What if I wasn’t there when he visited our school?

What if I just got shoved to him because of this stupid bond?

Nick’s dad gently tapped my shoulder which brought me back to reality. “Clar, movie’s starting. Get stupid Nick out of your mind for a sec and let’s enjoy this, yeah?” he smiled at me. Nick’s mom nodded and patted the empty seat next to set so Logan can sit. The movie started, the screen went black for a second then the title of the movie flashed, The Time Traveler’s Wife.

By the end of the movie, we have finished two tubs of ice cream and we are a bawling mess. Belle is slapping Logan repeatedly saying if he died she’s going to the moon goddess to claim him back. Logan is saying if she dies, he’s going to the moon goddess and plead for her life back. I cried harder at the sight of the two, would I even get that? Or would I always be the second-best? After the movie, we went out of the movie room and bid goodnight since it’s quite late and I’m exhausted. I retreated to the guest room and was shocked to find my pajamas neatly folded on the bed with my night skincare routine bag next to it. Maybe the house helpers did this? I just shrugged.

After my night routine and shower, I sat on my bed and once again felt very sad. My ringing phone pierced through the quiet night, startling me. I looked at the screen. It’s my dad. Hesitantly. I answered the phone.

“Hey, dad?” I croaked.

“Hi Clar, are you alright there?” I can hear the sadness in this voice.

“Uhm, yes. Why are you asking?”

“Clar, don’t lie to me. I can feel your heavy heart and your trembling lips. I’m your dad, and I’ll always know if you’re sad. Are you okay?”

I lost it. I heavily cried while telling him about Nick and the horrid thing he’d done. My dad kept silent for most of my rambling. By the time I was done, I cannot form another word as my tears were freely flowing.

“Do you need me to come over there and fetch you?” he immediately asked and I swear I almost said yes but I decided against it.

“No dad, I need to talk to him first.” I can hear him sigh.

“Okay baby. Just call me if you need anything, okay? Catch some sleep. I love you”

I smile. “Okay dad, I love you too. Tell mom I said hi and I miss you all so much”

I ended the call. Soon, slumber began to hug me and I willingly succumbed to it.

Nick

I paced back and forth in my room. Clar is in the movie room with my parents watching some movies. I know because my dad mind-linked me after bugging him for the longest time.

I peered into the room, her back to me. I can see her shoulders trembling, a sign of her crying and I can’t help to feel like an i***t. Danton is not helping either, he has blocked me but not before threatening me if he also loses his mate over this.

I sighed before leaving them to finish the movie. Since I know she didn’t pack anything, I decided to grab her toiletry bag and a pair of pajamas. It’s the least that I can do to make her comfortable. I padded through the hallway and opened the door to the guest room. After neatly folding her pajamas on the bed and placing the bag next to it, I hurriedly exited the room and head back to my room, hoping to sleep this horrid night away.

Glancing at the clock at my bedside table, I inwardly groaned. It reads 2:30 am and I still cannot sleep. I turned to face the empty side of the bed wishing Clar is here with me, her hair tied into two braids, with her booty shorts and a tank top. This is supposed to be the first night we would be sleeping together on the same bed but I ruined it.

I bet she’s adorable when she’s sleeping. I would kill to have her snuggle into my chest as she sleeps, I would give everything just to have my arms wrapped around her waist as I inhale her sweet strawberry scent.

Shaking my head furiously, I hopped out of the bed and tiptoed my way to the guestroom. I took a hold of the doorknob and twisted it gently. I let out a sigh when the knob clicked and the door slowly opened. What is wrong with this girl? Doesn’t she know how to lock doors?

I spotted her figure curled under the duvet, soft snores coming out of her slightly parted lips. I walked towards her, crouching at her side. My heart tightened at the tear streaks painting her beautiful face. I brushed a stray lock of her hair from her forehead and stood up.

After contemplating for a few minutes, I decided against my better judgment of walking back to my room. Instead, I laid beside her, on top of the duvet. Slowly, I reached out my hands to touch her arms. As soon as the hand landed on her soft skin, she stilled while my breath got caught in my throat.

She rolled over and faced me, her eyes void of any emotion, and her cheeks wet again from her tears.

 “What are you doing here?” she said in a voice so cold, my spine shivered.