Fate

Chapter Three

My head throbbed and my back ached from sleeping too long in one position. I stretched my arms and legs, the room seeming to spin and I hadn’t even opened my I eyes yet. I rubbed my neck, it was screaming in pain. I sighed out of exhaustion, wishing I’d just fall back asleep. I laid there in the darkness, but soon felt the side of the bed dip.

I peaked out from one eye and groaned as I recognized the gigantic man from earlier, watching me curioulsy. A low chuckle cut through the silence.

"Don't be so excited to see me, little mate. I wouldn’t want you to seem to fond of me."

I pulled the covers over my head.

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

I whinned.

A scowl spread across his face.

"Because that is what you are.” He was sharp and matter of fact.

"I think your wolf is confused..” I started, but the room seemed to drop twenty degrees. He stiffened and tried to stifle a growl.

"My wolf would not make such a mistake, little Wolf.”

He was tense, I could hear it in his tone, see it in his shoulders and feel it in the air. I’ve never seen a wolf change the whole atmosphere with his mood. How dramatic.

"I don't know why my wolf wouldn't agree,” I explained.

He seemed impatient.

"A spell, of course. Have you not learned of the prophecy?"

I pulled the covers down, leaning up, I was about to ask him what he meant when my bedroom door flew open.

"My sweet dear you frightened us all!”

Mother rushed to my side.

She leaned over to grab me but was halted by a fierce growl emanating from the Alpha sitting ominously across the bed. Mother backed away slightly and father gave a nervous chuckle from where he stood in the doorway.

"New mates can be so possessive, don't you recall that phase, Audra dear?"

Mother gave a weak smile, and sighed.

“I suppose I do, but," Father cut her off.

"We heard you awake when passing by, and wanted to check on you, Alpha Wyatt hasn't left your side, so we will take our leave. Call for Mrs. Caroline when you feel up to it. She will get you something to eat."

I nodded slightly. It was odd for my Father

to be this passive, I eyed the Alpha King suspiciously.

"Your pack witch temporarily blocked your sense of smell. Can't have you hurling all over the place now, can we?" He smiled.

"Marcy was okay with that?" I questioned.

"Your mate would not recommend something that would harm you, of course she was." His tone of impatience was returning.

"What Prophecy were you speaking of before?" I asked.

He looked surprised. We have plenty of time to talk, but I think it’s best you clean up and eat first." He was firm.

"I'd rather not." I whinned.

He growled.

"I suppose I could bathe you myself then," he grinned. I gasped. The room seemed to be blazing suddenly.

"Fine. I’ll go.”

He rose and moved to the couch across the room, hitting the buzzer on the wall as he did. Mrs Caroline responded, and he requested she bring me a meal.

He seems grouchy. He reminds me of my grandfather. Very to-the-point, and rarely smiles.

"Are you waiting for Christmas, or..?”

He studied me.

"You really are beginning to get on my nerves."

I huffed and slid off my bed. I went to the closet and grabbed some comfortable leggings, a sports bra and a loose tshirt. Padding to the ensuite bathroom, I refused to look at the big grouch, though I could feel his eyes on me. A low growl rumbled from his chest and I smiled to myself. If he was going to annoy me, I would gladly return the favor. I clicked the lock on the door, knowing it wouldn't stop the Hulk from entering, but I felt better regardless. I turned on the shower, glancing for the first time at my sticky, smashed, curls caked in dried icing. I groaned internally. This would take forever to fix. The hot water soothed my sore muscles. As expected it took multiple rounds of shampooing to cleanse the dried sugar mess from my hair. Once I finally felt that I had gotten it all out, I stepped out. Taking my time, applying a thick honey vanilla scented lotion to my buttery tanned skin. I applied oil to my hair, brushing it slowly, but the shadow of a sulking alpha paced mercilessly back and forth beneath the door. I opened the door and walked passed him, refusing to acknowlged him. His irritated aura spilled across the room, making me itch.

"Would you simmer down over there?"

I began running the brush through my hair again.

"It seems you are content with testing me, Mrs. Covington."

His tone was flat. He was obviously irritated, but did not want to show it.

"Im not testing you, Alpha Wyatt,”

through the mirror, I saw his eyes flash black for a moment.

"If you are referring to the time I spent in the shower, you need to realize that this,"

I pointed to my hair,

“takes time, and it was a mess."

His expression softened. A soft knock on the door stole my attention. Mrs. Caroline eased the door open, a steaming tray in tow. I moved to take the tray, but Alpha Grouch intercepted. Mrs. Caroline gave me a grin and nodded goodnight.

"Sit,” he directed.

I rolled my eyes.

"Yes sir." I snapped.

He nearly dropped the tray. In an instant, the tray was on the table and he was whisper-yelling in my ear. The invisible flames seemed to ignite again, heating the room from every angle.

"There is only one place it is acceptable for my mate to call me “Sir" and it is not here, though if you insist on testing me here, I can make an exception."

I paled. A mousish squeak escaped my lips and I turned quickly to create much needed distance. I scrambled to the couch and Alpha Asshole placed the tray in front of me. The air in the room seemed to be back to normal though I was thoroughly confused.

Removing the covers revealed homemade lasagna, garlic bread and warm strawberry cake. I dug my fork in hungrily, moaning slightly as the hearty pasta hit my tongue.

The Alpha crinkled the water bottle he was holding, his eyes locked on me. This was indeed going to be an interesting night.