Hey Rebels, Poor Pickle, my heart broke writing this chapter, but the tradition of unique nicknames continues. (Check out book one, "Possessive Mates" for the others.) Don't forget to join the discussion board in Emma's Little Rebels! Please bear with me this week, as my son did start homeschooling, and I am already a hot mess momma so this just adds more chaos. Updates will still happen daily before 11pm :) Thank you for the comments, reviews, and gems I appreciate them all! It's because of you guys that "Possessing My Mate" is ranked #10 in the New Books category!! You guys are the best and I cannot thank you enough. XOXO Emma Taylor P.S I apologize, I royally effed up trying to schedule this chapter- time differences between the USA and Singapore messed me up.
THEO POVPRESENT DAY -THEO’S BEDROOM.Tears sit in my eyes as I retell Nora of the second worst day of my life. She remains speechless, taking her hand in my own, sympathy and understanding in her eyes.“I am sorry, Theo,” she responds, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze. “You deserve better, and Andrew is missing out if he cannot see that.”“Yeah, well…” I shrug, slightly defeated. The plan I created is turning to sand, slipping through my fingers and blowing away in the wind.“But I am still not understanding how I fit into this whole scenario…?” She questions, her memory loss slightly concerning…She wasn’t that drunk when I had spent time with her. Nor had a lot of time passed since I saw her on the patio, and her being found in the bathroom by Elle.“I am getting to that, but I want to clarify a few things first.” Shifting my body so I can face her, taking both of her hands in mine. “I know I have been extra handsy, especially around others.”Questions are swirling on her ton
ANDREW POVTHREE DAYS BEFORE THE MATING CEREMONY- ANDREW’S HOUSE- (After Theo leaves the house.)I swear Theo is taking my heart with him as I watch him drive away from the house. Demitri growling in my head, neither of them allowing me to compartmentalize our relationship any longer.“Andrew, honey?” My mom asks, reminding me of their presence as I move away from the window with a muttered “yeah.”“Are things alright between Theo and you…?” She trails off, glancing at my dad for help.“We are fine, mom,” I reply with a sigh, another lie tumbling from my mouth like an Olympic gymnast. “Pack business.”“Son,” my father chimes in, “if you are-”“Dad, it’s about pack business, that’s all,” I cut him off, not wanting to have this conversation.Not taking the hint, my father continues, bringing his body towards me to place his hands on my shoulders. “Are you happy?” He asks, refusing to let me look anywhere but his eyes. “Because that’s all your mother and I want you to have in life; happin
NORA POVPRESENT DAY- THEO’S HOUSETheo’s revelations have answered a lot of questions, but have also unlocked extra complications for me…..Would Andrew drug me in his jealousy? I know he’s a dick, but enough to drug me? I want it to be that simple, but…it seems too easy, and predictable.However, until I have confirmation of his innocence, I am not ruling him out either. I could tell Theo about the situation, and while I believe his innocence. I don’t really know him enough to trust his motives when it involves the man he loves.People will go to any lengths to protect their loved ones from trouble. If it came between Andrew and me, I doubt I am last on his list. Plus, with my significant lack of evidence accusing Andrew would get me nowhere. If I do it, I have to make sure it sticks.I stare out the window behind the sink, into the forest at the back of the house, hoping to find the shadow of Mr. Wolf only to come up empty. It’s been two days since that dinner and he is nowhere to be
NORA POV “Doesn’t Nora look like a badass assassin, Xander?” Elle asks, breaking us out of our moment, as we drop each other’s hands, blushes crawling across our cheeks. “No,” Charity chimes in, a similar grin across her face. “She looks hot.” Repeating her previous comment, a conniving grin on her face. Her obvious tease doesn’t stop the growls from three overbearing males. Sending me playful winks, the girls’ giggles roll across the field until Xander’s deep, honey voice stops them. Shivers spreading over my skin at the sound of it. “Nora, is all of that and more.” A blush spread across my cheeks, meeting his intense stare, and before I know it, I am slipping away all over again. “Alpha?” Fletcher’s voice interrupts us. Without missing a beat, both of us turn to him with a growl. Raising his hands, “Sorry, damn,” but his trademark smirk still exists as he glances between us. “But….uh…” before his pupils gloss over in a mindlink. Apparently, whatever they need to discuss in priva
NORA POV The game started minutes ago, as Xander leads us silently through the course. His hand hasn’t dropped mine since we started. His training has us weaving through the woods expertly. After we are far enough into the course, Xander has us ducking behind a wall barrier. I hear the shuffle of leaves and muffled male voices on the other side; Theo and….Andrew….Their conversation loud, but still quiet enough that I cannot hear anything. “Want to learn how to shoot?” Xander whispers in my ear, so low that the arguing couple cannot hear. “I think you owe Andrew a lesson.” His suggestion has a devilish grin taking over my face. “And if I miss?” I question, “I have given away our position.” I don’t know a lot about war, but I understand what it means to be a woman. In situations like this is better to be quiet and pray to the Goddess no one finds you. “You have me as a partner,” he returns, his fingers sparking tingles along my chin as he stares into my eyes. “I never miss.” Taking
THEO POVWalking through the forest, all I can hear is the sounds of Andrew’s gentle breaths. The sound of our footsteps in the fallen leaves is the only noise I can distinguish. I am trying not to let my heart thaw, as I hold the orange paintball gun he gifted me.A stupid gift means nothing when he doesn’t love me back, and if he thinks it does, he’s naïve. Who does he think I am? ‘It is beautiful,’ Cerberus whimpers, my wolf already forgiving Andrew’s conflicted feelings. The weak bastard.‘That doesn’t matter,’ I argue with the roll of my eyes. Can this lovesick pup be serious? ‘Repeat after me. We cannot be bought.’‘No,’ he says assuredly, ‘you cannot be bought. I, however, am amenable to the arrangement.’‘Your pathetic,’ I sneer, but a part of me can’t stop the thaw in my heart at how close he stands. His scent of eucalyptus and mint wafting into nose, making me dizzy. Even with the anger, and awkward silence,“Are you going to ignore me all day?” Andrew questions, interrupting
MATT POVI can’t believe Charity shot me at point blank range with a fucking paintball gun. Fucking Fletcher always sticking his business where it doesn’t belong. Charity and I were doing just fine until his ugly rogue face came along.‘Debatable,’ Zeke retorts dryly, his unneeded opinions causing more turmoil than they’re worth.‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I ask, getting real tired of his shit. ‘I thought you hated the bastard too?’‘The fucker is annoying, but…’ Zeke trails off, making me stop walking, completely confused by his wishy-washy attitude.‘But what?’ I demand, trying to keep my hand from flying around in frustration. The humans in the area staring at me with concerned looks as I carry my case absentmindedly through the parking lot. ‘I swear to the Goddess if you don’t answer me. But WHAT?’‘We didn’t exactly have Charity before, did we?’ he asks, leaving me in shock that he is really going to diminish what happened during her forced shift. Zeke is acting like none of
XANDER POVAres and I have been on cloud nine since this morning. I swear it’s so powerful I am glowing, while a rarely seen grin sits on my face. Nora’s number is scrawled on a piece of paper safely tucked in my pocket. Her boldness in giving it to me in front of the others still has a blush sitting on my cheeks.‘It’s hot,’ Ares growls, both of us still worked up from the kiss on the field. Taking everything in my power to restrain myself from making her scream my name in the middle of the field.Shaking my head to quiet the thoughts, and get rid of the raging boner forced into these snug jeans. Taking the stairs into Fletcher and I’s cabin two steps at a time. Racing to get inside to plan our date on Monday…maybe Simon could help me? The old bastard, having helped with every other “date like” moment we’ve had….why stop the tradition?Turning the handle into the home, Ares starts rattling off different ideas and menu options. Both of us are so distracted and pumped up on adrenaline t