My mothers husband is my mate

Chapter Three

Emery's POV

After we’d almost gotten cut in our world of pleasure, we went our separate ways after which, we went back home but my mind was still stuck. I whispered his name several times in my head.

I felt dirty and stained but at the same time, I couldn't lie that I had enjoyed it.

The way he played with my body like he knew me and owned me.

What was I saying? I shouldn't be thinking this.

Oh God, my mother. How on earth is she going to feel?

I didn't want to be the reason my mother's Second chance at love was destroyed, especially since I've been trying to get her to date for the last five years.

I am a f*****g traitor! I cried internally.

I paced my room, feeling the guilt eat me up from the inside out.

I couldn't let this happen again, I had to reject him or maybe he'll reject me. He looked like he hated my existence and only did what he did because of the mate pull.

I had spent the rest of the night wide awake, tossing and turning, and feeling guilty for what I had just done with my stepfather.

A knock on the door startled me awake and I looked at the time to find out it was already morning. I had only gotten two hours of sleep thanks to my guilt-tripped mind keeping me awake.

I dragged myself out of bed and into my robe crossed the distance between my bed and the door and opened it.

I blinked at the maid staring back at me and she quickly bowed to show some kind of weird respect. I waved awkwardly at her.

"Breakfast is served miss," she said with a smile.

“Oh, tell my mother I’ll be down soon.” She nodded and left my room.

I jumped into the shower and came out fifteen minutes later, dressed up in sweatpants and a T-shirt.

I was famished. I had not been able to eat anything thanks to the image of last night's escapade appearing in my mind.

I stopped in my tracks. What if he was down there with my mother? How was I supposed to face him? How was I supposed to look my mother in the eye after betraying her?

I turned around and began to climb back up to my room. I couldn't do this. The guilt would eat me up and spit me out but then again he'd said he didn't want anything to do with me last night meaning he was going to reject me and if he was going to reject me, he had to see me to do so.

I hadn't taken two steps when my mom called my name from the bottom of the stairs.

Shit! I cursed under my breath and turned around to look at her.

"Mom," I waved stiffly at her.

"What are you doing going back up? Come on, it's time to eat." She said, I nodded, descending the stairs, and followed her into the kitchen.

My stepfather was nowhere to be found when I got in and I let out a sigh of relief as I took my seat.

I looked around, trying to find him but I couldn't even sense him in the house. Today was the day he was probably going to reject me and whether I liked it or not, I'd have to accept it for my mother's sake

My mother sat down with me.

"So, how are you finding your new home?" She asked with a sweet smile.

"It's great I guess," I said with a shrug as I forked out a piece of pancake and shoved it into my mouth.

Damn! It tasted great.

"Good, good." She nodded, pleased with my answer. "And what do you think of your stepfather?"

She asked and I almost choked on my orange juice.

"Um, he's…cool," I said, trying not to let my guilt show.

"I'm glad you think so. I went through a lot of trouble to get him to notice me,".

I frowned at her statement.

What on earth did she mean by that?

"What do you mean? I thought you loved him?"

She scoffed at my words.

"Love? That's a luxury we can't afford." She said in a tone I had never heard her use before. It sounded almost nihilistic.

"Wait… what? Do you mean you don't love your husband?" I whispered, wide-eyed.

She let out a sigh and dropped her fork as she gave me a leveled look.

"Don't look at it like that honey instead think of it as a business, I may not have strong feelings for him but I love the partnership we are in,"

I stared blankly at my mother. There was no way I was talking to the same woman.

"What?" She asked as if she'd just said the most normal thing in the world.

"You sound like a Wall Street gold digger right now, that's what," I said quietly but pointedly

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes at me, "You are not living in this big mansion because I fell in love and you were not transferred to the best college because I am in love, neither is our pack function because of love. I saw a business opportunity and took it and it just so happens the opportunity is Alpha Logan"

I stared at her in disbelief.

I couldn't believe what my ears were hearing. In all my 21 years of being alive, I had never had my mother say something so out of character before.

I scoffed and shook my head at her.

"Mom, that's terrible. How can you say this?" I asked, wanting to believe that someone had taken over my mother's body.

"By living it," she gestured around.

"How can you be with a man you are not in love with?" I asked,

"Who's marrying a man they don't love?" The sound of Alpha Logan’s voice startled me and I almost jumped out of my chair.