Chapter 4
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Last night seemed so unreal.
The rest of the evening was spent watching the boys play games and make fools of themselves. Which was pretty entertaining in itself.
Being near Blake was unexpectedly...pleasurable, I guess I could say.
Although he didn’t talk to me much after we got back in, I still caught him numerous times looking my way with what I’m guessing is attraction. I’m still not too sure, but I really liked the way he was looking at me. It made my heart race in a way no one ever has. I just wish I understood exactly why and how.
Is this what love at first sight is? Like in some of the movies my mother likes to watch?
Could he be my mate? Is that even possible? I’m still so young. I’ve never heard of someone finding their mate at my age.
No, it’s not possible. The Moon Goddess wouldn’t do that, would she?
The only part about last night I didn’t particularly enjoy, was Amira.
I hate her with a passion. Everything about her irks me to no end.
Her voice.
Her look.
Her annoying way of always touching and grabbing at Blake every time she gets near him.
She really does look like a slut. And a fake one at that.
She tried cornering me several times with her fake smile and probably fake boobs busting out of her shirt, trying to make ‘friends’ with Jeremy’s precious little cousin.
Makes me want to barf!
“We should totally get to know each other! I’m sure we’d make great friends. And if you're hanging out with these boys, I’ll probably be around too.” She told me, undressing Blake with her eyes, making Sacha, and me, extremely annoyed.
I want to gouge her eyes out!
She kept going on and on that we should go shopping together and grab lunch.
Like I’d trust her around my food… or her ugly fashion sense.
On how she could get me a nose piercing, just like hers if I wanted one.
As if I would ever want to resemble her in any way, shape, or form!
And she kept saying we should visit this place because Blake took her there once. Or that place because she has great memories with Blake there.
What is she to Blake anyway? They seem to have spent a lot of time together… Are they really as close as she says they are? Are they mates?
Replaying that conversation in my head, I toss around my fruit salad, barely taking a bite out of it, sighing to myself again, still trying to understand all these new feelings that's been surfacing ever since I met Blake.
“Lana? You ok?”
‘Should I talk to mom about this?’
‘You could, she might have an answer for you’ Sacha says, her thoughts mirroring mine.
“Youhou…. Lana”
‘Do you think we should just go see the pack doctor? Could we be getting sick? Could it be because you showed up a few years early?’
‘I didn’t think about that. It could be possible…’
“Yo! Earth to Lana!” Jeremy screams in my ear, slapping my elbow, making my spoon fly out of my hand and onto the floor.
“What the hell, Jerr!? Why’d you scream in my ear like that?” I say, turning to him furiously, holding my ringing ear.
“You’ve been spaced out for like, twenty minutes, playing with the same strawberry. What’s going on? It’s not like you to be so quiet and out of it.” He says, looking at me with concern.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“OH boy! When a girl says she’s fine, she is nothing but fine!” Anthony bellows out, walking into the pack's kitchen.
Why did he have to show up now?
Grabbing an apple from the basket, he makes his way to the seat next to mine and makes himself comfortable.
“So, what got you down, little lady?” He asks, taking the biggest bite out of his apple I have ever seen someone take.
‘Maybe that’s why he talks so much…’ Sacha says, muffling her laugh.
‘What?!
‘Well, taking bites like that, you need a big mouth!’
‘Sacha!’ I exclaim, choking on the sip of orange juice I had just taken.
“Are you ok, Lana?” Anthony asks, patting my back.
“I’m fine,” I reply between coughs, trying not to laugh in his face.
“Lana, I can tell something’s bothering you since last night. You keep spacing out. You don’t hear when someone’s calling your name. You’re so distracting, I’m getting worried. You know you can talk to me about anything, right? So, what’s going on?” Jeremy says with so much care and concern.
I look at him, a little taken aback by his brotherly speech. I know I can count on him for anything, but can I really talk feelings with him?
Should I tell him my wolf is already here?
As I’m opening my mouth to tell him, tingles run down my back.
Blake’s here…
That's one conclusion I made last night. Every time Blake is near, I get this feeling all over my body. Even if I’m tense, all my muscles relax and my heart beats just a little faster.
Seeing him walk in, only half dresses, Sacha hums a low and soft growl.
“Morning,” He said, waltzing over to the coffee machine, giving me a quick wink, making me turn redder than Anthony’s apple.
“Morning” I reply bashfully, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, looking down shyly.
I have never been shy around anyone! I’m usually the loudest person around!
‘I guess you’re not when he’s around.‘
‘I guess I’m not’
“Oh no. Not you too? Did you get Blaked?” Anthony says, making me look up at him confusingly.
“Did I get what?”
A loud growl echoes through the kitchen.
“Don’t you even dare answer that, Anthony!” Jeremy warns him with fury in his eyes.
Anthony lifts his hands in surrender, making me look from one to the other perplexed.
“Why not?” I ask Jeremy with a deep frown.
“Because you don’t need to know what he meant.” He says, giving Anthony a murderous look.
Shaking his head, he turns his attention back to me.
“Don’t worry about it, Lana. It was something stupid.”
Still confused by this weird exchange, I hear Blake clearing his throat.
My focus turns back to him and my heart skips half a beat again.
The way he’s leaning on the counter, the morning sunlight shining just right through the window being him, really does give him a god-like glow.
“What are you doing today, beautiful?” He asks, earning another growl from Jeremy.
But I’m too focused on Blake this time to even turn around.
“I’m not sure why?”
“I was thinking we coul…”
“Good morning everyone!” Amira says with the cheeriest, most annoying, shrieking voice.
Why did she have to show up now? Ugh!!!
Everyone, apart from me, answers her back.
I just roll my eyes.
Turning my head not to look at that annoying b***h, my eyes meet the amused ones of Blake’s.
“What were you about to ask me, Blake?” I ask, taking my courage to do so after a deep breath.
He straightened himself from the counter, taking one small, sexy step forward, only to be stopped by this slut, putting herself in front of him.
“Don’t forget you promised me some alone time this afternoon.” She says with a slutty voice, rubbing her hand on his bare chest.
‘Can I rip her hands off?! PLease?!’ Sacha asks, her stance getting stiff.
But what annoyed me most, is that Blake isn't pushing her off. Instead, he places his hands on top of hers.
“I almost forgot, Amira. Sorry” He answers her.
Irritated by watching this exchange, I get up from my seat, earning Blakes's attention again.
“Where are you going?” He asks.
“Out”
“Out where?”
“None of your business”
I hear Anthony make a long whistle, followed by Jeremy’s chair being pulled back.
“I’ll come with you, Lana.”
I look over my shoulder seeing him take long strides to join me. In a small glance, while turning my head back, I see Blake looking at me with a clenched jaw.
‘What's up with him?’
“Wanna get some smoothies in town?” Jeremy asks, pushing me softly on my lower back to follow him out of the kitchen.
“Sure”
With one last glance at Blake, whos’ watching me walk out with intense eyes burning my way, Amira still having her dirty hands all over him, I look back ahead, my heart painfully clenching.
Seriously, why does Blake affect me so much?
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