This does not look a very good idea anymore." I whispered while staring at the stairs.
He deeply chuckled and squeezed my hand, "Trust me on this."
I took a deep breath as he slowly guided me down the stairs. My heart racing. My throat dry. Everything seemed like in slow motion but it was actually the normal speed. I ccould not help but feel doubt in every step I took. Questions popped in my mind like bubbles even though there was nothing I could answer to. As we took the last step. Voices could be heard in the other room a few paces away. It must be the living room or not.
We were already in the kitchen when the voices quieten down and suddenly stared at the two of us. I shifted uncomfortably where I stood while looking down at the ground.
"Alexa?" a voice I am so familiar with exclaimed, "Is that you?"
"Yes." Spade responded, "This is Alexandria, Marissa."
"Oh my goodness!" Marissa suddenly shrieked as a pair of warm arms enveloped me into a tight-crushing hug.
Marissa...? What is she doing here?
"W-what...?" I stuttered as I slowly lifted my head to look at her.
Her black eyes crossed gazes with mine as her dimple turned visible. She was giving me a full blown smile that kept me calm and quite happy but at this moment, all I felt was something I could not point out.
"You are a werewolf?" I asked, my voice unsure.
Her shining eyes turned dull, "So Spade already told you." she said not as a question but a statement.
I nodded my head as I looked at the wall behind her, "He did."
In my response, everything seemed so distant. There was nothing but silence that was enveloping me and the air. It was suffocating, not something I wished to happen but still did. That eerie silence was something that does not comfort me but only gave a reason for my doubts to become bigger and fuller. I hated it.
Spade eyes turned to me as it narrowed then got back to its normal state, "Yes?"
"Can I ask you something?" I mumbled under my breath, "I mean, the two of us."
His eyes held confusion as it stared at me then he barked a loud command, "Leave." he whispered through the air as footsteps quickly scattered away from the kitchen.
I looked away and bit my lower lip. This thing kept me on edge whenever I heard it. I was sick and tired of it. They were all talking about that word but no one seemed to say the definition. It was hard and it was everything I hated. I pulled my hand away from his touch and stood besides the counter, my hand lying on the counter as I looked down.
"Is there something bothering you?" he questioned as I felt him move closer.
How I knew he was without hearing him? I don't know. I just felt it. It felt natural and instinct was telling me he really was with his silent steps.
"No." I quickly responded, "I mean, yes."
I felt his breath fanned my neck, "What is it?"
My mind stopped moving as I felt his warmth breath sending shivers down my spine. Then a memory flashed in my mind, our heated kiss a while ago. My face instantly flushed as I gripped the counter.
"I.. I-I.." I stuttered then let out an exasperated sigh.
I shifted away from him to keep my mind cleared and collected myself. Whenever he was around, I could not think clearly.
"Go on." he urged after letting out a small deep chuckle that vibrated from his chest.
I blinked and let out a bluff of breath, "What does mate means?"
Silence filled the air as he did not respond. My lips turned into a frown as I clucked my tongue. It seemed like a touchy subject for him since he always gets frozen to the spot whenever I said those words or whenever he heard it from someone else. What does it even mean?
"I think you're not ready yet." he finally answered.
I licked my lower lip, "Can you please tell me? I have learned about werewolves already, this might be something not that hard to accept."
My voice was husky and unsure but I noticed one thing. I could not keep on being a hindrance to Spade and being the girl who was weak. I wanted to show him that I could accept this kind of thing as calm as I could be. I wanted — needed — to be brave.
"Alexandria, I think--"
"Please?" I instantly plead as I cut off his sentence.
A few minutes had passed until he cleared his throat, "Okay."
A small smile formed itself on my lips as I eyed the sink, "Thank you." I silently breathed.
"Well, Mate is someone you called as your friends..." he started, "... In a normal human's definition but for us werewolves. Mates are the ones that keeps us calm and the one who gives us light when we are in the dark." he cleared his throat once again, "In short, a man or woman's other half."
My brows furrowed, "Other half?"I heard him let out a sigh, "I am not very good at the mate's definition for us, werewolves, never give it something to define. We show it."
My lips parted, "What do you mean?"
My back stiffened as I felt two strong arms circled my waist, "Mates are soul-mates. Lovers, someone that we, werewolves, live for." he ushered in my ear as my eyes widened.
Mate? As in someone that I could not live without. Someone who I was chained for eternity.
"Mates fall in love the first time they saw each other..." he continued as his warm breath sends my hormones on edge, "...though it depends if ever they want that love to bloom more."
My hands turned into tight fists, "Do you have a mate?"
"Yes." he quickly responded as I felt that I had been punched in the gut and thrown off the cliff. My body shook as I felt something burn under my eyes, "Do you want to know who?"
I wanted to scream word no but the opposite left my lips, "Yes."
My heart felt like it was being ripped into two. Hot tears were already swelling in my eyes as I fought the urge to let it fall. I didn't want him to see me crying and asks for the reason. I didn't want him to know that I was crying since I was already starting to fall for him even though it had been only weeks that I had known him. It felt like years to me.
He turned me around so fast that I let out a small gasp as he crashed his lips into mine. I stood there frozen as a tear silently falls, he must have noticed it since he pulled away and looked at me with confusion.
"Why are you crying?" he asked and wiped the tear with his thumb.
"Just continue what you were about to say." I shakily mumbled as my eyes drifted away from his deep blue ones.
He sighed and cupped my face. I stare, still, at his hypnotizing blue eyes once again, "Don't cry. It pains me to see my mate cry."
My lips parted in what he said. Mate? Who was his mate? Everything seemed like a blur and my ears might be playing with me. My heart leaped but it instantly died down as I thought of hearing it just because I wanted to be that girl, but something within me were telling me that everything I heard were not true.
"What did you just said?" I murmured as my eyes widened every second.
He smiled refreshingly, "You, my dear Alexandria Scott, are my beautiful mate." he responded as he wiped a stray tear and planted his soft lips on mine once again
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