My Mate From Another World

Adeline

“So, what’s in the chest?” I asked, and he looked behind him to see where the chest was. I was curious since he was so into it when I saw him. He didn’t even notice my presence, and I had to talk before he turned his attention to me.

“I don’t know; I was about to check it,” he replied.

“Then check it now,” I said impatiently. He was creasing his forehead when he looked at me. “I was just saying. I want to know as well.” He shook his head and turned back to the chest. He pulled the cover-up, and there we found books. “Is that it? Books? Is there even a romance book in there?” I asked continuously.

“Can you shut up even for a bit? I was trying to find out something here.”

“Then I will help you,” I replied, and there goes his kind of look again.

“When do you plan to disappear this time?” he asked, and that stunned me.

“I’m still here,” I said, and he nodded.

“Obviously. That’s why I’m asking you.”

“How long have I been here again?’

“Long enough to piss me off.” I raised a brow at him with his reply.

“Why do I suddenly want to put you on that chest?” I asked, and he chuckled. “What’s funny?”

“You. You just realized that now? I noticed this the last time you showed up. The more you travel here, the longer you stay.”

“No, that’s not good.”

“It is, for me, because I know that there will come a time when you will not vanish anymore.” He replied.

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“Do I look like I care about your lover?”

“How can you be so insensitive? You know I love him.” I exclaimed.

“Look who’s talking. I am claiming you as my mate, and yet you want me to worry about that man? Is the pain you’ve caused me whenever you’re with him not enough? You still want to torture me?” he asked, sounding as if he were in so much pain.

For a moment, I felt guilty. Although I couldn’t confirm his claim, the fact that he knew what was going on between Mike and me and suffered from it was enough for him to feel sad. “I’m sorry about that. I guess I was too insensitive. But I was only being honest with you.” I replied.

“As long as you know,” then his attention was back to the chest, so I had to call his attention again. I need to make things clear with him so he doesn’t expect to get hurt in the end.

“I know that you will get mad at me for what I’m about to say. You think I am your mate, and I am telling you that I love Mike. No matter what happens, even if you turn out to be my mate, I would still choose him because I didn’t want to hurt him.”

“You don’t know what you are saying,” he replied in a cold and low voice.

“You are right; I would feel guilty if I left him for my mate, and I didn’t want to feel that. At some point, I gave him hope about our future, so I didn’t want him to feel disappointed either. I know he loves me; I can feel it. He cares for me and worries about my relationship with my father and the pack.”

“Are you really going to keep on insisting on that?” he asked with a stoic face. I could sense the seriousness in his voice, and though I am not scared about it, I still feel uncomfortable. He sighed before he continued, “Talk to me when you finally find out that I am your mate. For now, don’t talk nonsense. Whether I get hurt or not when you choose him is my problem and not yours.”

“I was just concerned!” I exclaimed.

“If you don’t want to be responsible for me, then stop feeling that way. I don’t need your pity.”

“You’re stubborn!”

“I am not; it was you,” he replied, continuing to look at the book. I noticed that he’s not flipping it in the way that he’s reading it. He’s doing it like he was waiting for something to fall off of them.

“What are you looking for, actually?” I couldn’t help but ask. I was so curious about whatever it was that was making him curious as well.

“My picture,” he replied.

“Why would you look for your picture? Did someone ask for it?”

“Yeah,” he replied, and there was a pang of sadness that hit me because of jealousy. Maybe he was right; it was because the blue moon was approaching that I was able to feel the pull. Wait, did I just accept his claim over me? I shook my head because I didn’t want to entertain it. I have to think about Mike.

“Me. It’s just me. So don’t feel sad about it and get jealous,” he added. I roll my eyes at him because of that. I thought he was saddened by what I told him, and yet he was still capable of making a joke. “It’s written all over your face, Adeline. You’re thinking that some woman asked me for it.”

“I am not jealous!” I exclaimed, and yes, I sounded defensive. But who cares? I didn’t want him to think that I was really jealous. “And where do you need your picture for?”

“My piece of mind.”

“I don’t get it,”

“You aren’t getting a lot, so I’m not surprised.”

“Are you not going to talk to me seriously?” I asked, feeling annoyed. Is he playing with me?

“I am serious; you’re the one who’s not.” Then something fell off the book that he was flipping and shaking. He took it from the floor and looked at it. Of course, I did too. And it was indeed his photo.

“Is that you?” I asked, “How come the photo looks old, and yet you still look the same?” I added, and when I looked at him, our eyes met. I didn’t notice that I was too close to him, and it was too late for me to avoid his kiss once again. This time, I kissed him back. Why? Because it feels the same. I think I need to talk to Elda. I’m sure she has an answer to everything that’s happening to me.

He sucks on my lips, and, oh goddess, it feels perfect compared to Mike’s. Shit! Mike! I am cheating on him already. With that thought, I harnessed my courage and strength to push him away, and I succeeded. He doesn’t look hurt or annoyed. It was the opposite.

“Did you get me now? If I want to, I can fuck you right here, right now.” He seemed arrogant because of the smirk on his face, so I attacked him. I don’t think he’s ready for it, so I’m sure that my punch will hit him. But just as I thought my fist hit his face, I heard a familiar voice.

“What the hell!” Daniel exclaimed. Then I realized I was back in my room. How can that moron be this lucky? “What do you think you’re doing, Adeline?” my brother added with wide eyes. I smiled at him and raised both my hands in surrender. Of course, I am guilty as charged.