My friends are all in shock and they stand there with wide eyes but don’t say anything as I get in my car and drive away.
I don’t look in the mirror as I drive away from the two people who I thought I once loved most. The very same ones who thought I wasn’t good enough for them in the end. I lock out all thoughts about Drake and Jax and make my way to my home…my family.
As I step out of the car, I’m immediately hit with a sense of deja vu. There are a lot of noises and I can hear people’s laughter coming from inside the house. My parents obviously have guests.
As I walk up the porch stairs to the pack house the familiar feelings that overwhelmed me a few hours before come rushing into me like a tidal wave and I immediately lean against the pillar on top of the stairs. My sense of smell is playing games with me. It’s a mix of two distinct smells. Spicy and sweet, the spicy scent is manly, making me shiver with need while the sweetness to the scent is making my mouth water. It’s completely confusing and I manage to slow my steps a little trying to figure out where this amazing smell is radiating from, I swear its making me drool. Whatever it is…it smells deliciously familiar.
The scent is overbearingly strong and it can only mean that my mate is rather powerful, I lean on the railing on the porch with the palm of my hand resting on my forehead, closing my eyes I try to calm by beating heart and the dizziness that is forming due to the power that is radiating from within the house. My body is trembling and I’m not sure if I’m excited to find out whom my mate is or afraid that I might be rejected a second time this evening.
I anxiously walk towards the front door and the shivers running through my body intensify as I get closer, It’s as if tiny electrical currents are running through me and all I can focus on right now is my mate, everything else that happened this evening doesn’t mean shit in this moment. I place my hand on the door handle and as I’m just about to open it, it flings open pulling me with it and I go flying into a hard chest.
“Mate.” He growls.
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