"Are you shy?" Chris asked teasing Isabelle intentionally. "Stop." She muttered into his chest making Chris laugh again. "Laugh one more time and I'm not talking to you again." Isabelle threatened. "But you just look so..." Chris couldn't complete his sentence once he looked at his mate's blushing face before he threw himself into a fit of laughter. He actually thought she was joking. She pushed his chest away getting up on her feet. She clutched her phone to her body and walked to her purse. She grabbed her sandals and turned around to glare at Chris who was still laughing. She humphed and walked out of the tent. To hell with him and his beautiful tent. What was so funny? That was too embarrassing. She bent down and wore her white sandals before she turned her head and glared at the bright tent right behind her. He didn't even come after her. Maybe, just maybe she would have accepted his apology. But where was he? Laughing at her pathetic self. She snorted and turned her he
"What?" She asked me her voice barely in a whisper. "I mean... If you don't want to be the Luna, it's fine. I'd really understand." I said lying just like I had when I told her I didn't mind her not saying she loved me back. "No, that's not what I mean. Chris, I would love to be your Luna but the pack... they... Do you think they'd want me as their Luna?" She asked voicing her concern. "Of course, they would. Who wouldn't love you? You're kind, funny, feisty, cute, strong physically and mentally, you're strong-willed. You're amazing and to top it all off you're gorgeous. Now tell me who wouldn't like you?" I listed speaking from my heart. "Thank you, Chris." She said standing up. She stood in front of me and hugged me. "But, I feel like I am broken, Chris. Any sleep without you sets me off. I scream like a crazy person whenever I'm alone. I am broken, Chris." "You're not broken, Belle. Come on, really? Is this some sort of insecurity? Who would go through that kind of horror a
A/N: Hey! It's a long chapter. You're welcome ;) I paced around in the bathroom growling. Now everyone is going to know what we did in the room. Why would he give me a fucking hickey?! I paused and took a deep breath then I smiled as I made my way to the mirror again. It's not that bad, right? Oh God! It's worse! "Belle?" I heard from outside followed by low knocking since the door was made of glass. "What?" I growled. "Have your bath, come out and we can talk." He said calmly. I glared at the door for a whole minute or so. Might have been seconds. Soon my eyes were aching so I just moved my eyes off the door. I took a deep breath and growled out a fine through gritted teeth. I marched to the bathtub opened the cold water and I watched it fill up. I slipped into it and had my bath. Wrapping myself in a white towel and another one on my head, I walked out of the bathroom to see Chris on his phone. I huffed and walked to the closet choosing casual wear. I looked at Chris's clo
"We should go to bed," I mumbled. "We could stay here?" Isabelle replied. Right now I was resting my head on her shoulder having told her about my father. I don't understand why he couldn't just watch me be happy or something. When he realized Isabelle was making me happy, he started to hate her. He's nothing but a bastard and a monster. "Nah. Let's go," I said pulling my head off. She sighed and stood up stretching her arm to me. I smiled and took her hand standing up. I staggered and soon found my bearing with Isabelle resting her body on me. I smiled at her. God, I love this woman. I took her hand and we walked up the stairs. Soon we reached the bedroom and I saw her phone on the bed and a pillow- my pillow against the bedboard. I tilted my head looking at my pillow and turned to her. I saw her look at the pillow then her eyes widened as she blushed scarlet looking at her feet. I chose not the tease her about it as I kissed her hair and walked to the bathroom to have a show
"Do you want your hair wavy or straight?" Dolores asked holding a hair roller in her hand. I looked at my hair and pursed my lips unable to give a response. "Doesn't matter. We'll tie it up anyways." Lilith or should I say Ma replied. I looked at her in the mirror and saw her give me a smile which I reciprocated. Elena was at the corner making some amendments to my dress with a curtain covering her so we wouldn't see the dresses. My dress is really sleek and beautiful and fashionable and beautiful. Elena's words, not mine. Dolores also said she hadn't seen my cloth nor had she seen hers or Elena's. Elena was the only person in our trio squad that has seen our dresses since she was well, the fashion designer. I rolled my eyes at her leg that I saw at the corner of the curtain. She was being really really protective of the cloth. I was arguing with her to let me see it. Just a peek when Dolores came and said I should quickly come over. I could remember I was scared when she sai
Chris. "Congratulations man." Max greeted. "Thanks," I replied raising my glass to him which he reciprocated before moving away. I turned my head to look for Isabelle spotting her amongst some girls in the pack. Hn, I guess it's good if she has some kind of relationship with the females apart from Dolores and Elena. I was almost turning my head when I saw her laugh at something. Her laugh like always was beautiful with the way she threw her head back and laughed her heart out. There was nothing that wasn't genuine about her. "Chris, are you even listening?" God, she looked so beautiful. I saw her shake her head drinking from a cup in her hand. Hold on, who gave her the drink? "Oh leave him. He's looking at his mate and Luna. He looks so in love." I should probably inquire about it. I was about to walk away when someone held my shoulders. "Hello, wolf boy." I heard behind me. Oh, Goddess! Not tonight! "What do you want witch?" I asked turning to her with a glare. "Oh co
ISABELLE'S POV "Chris," I called in a whisper falling to the bed. I grabbed my hair pulling the towel I wrapped around my head undone in frustration and confusion. I have to ask for his forgiveness. I have to. Clothe. Dress. Shit. I ran to the closet and pulled it open. I ran my hands across the fabrics pulling out any random thing I felt was good in my hand. Soon, tears clouded my eyes. I took a deep breath and the tears cleared up. I picked up the cloth and saw it was a yellow round neck t-shirt and a blue skirt. I shrugged and pulled it on tearing off the label. It was my first time wearing this kind of clothes. I would rather wear it with a trouser or leggings. I slipped on the slippers at the door realizing Chris's own weren't there anymore. Oh good, he couldn't be that far. Where can he go? Where? Where? Ah, he might be at the tent. I walked down the stairs missing one in the process. I fell on my butt but I paid it no mind as I stood and continued walking. My leg was ach
I slipped on my slippers and walked downstairs stopping only when I got to the front of the house. How can she say that? She was embarrassed? Of me? What's there to be embarrassed about? "What's got your pants in a twist?" I heard suddenly making me look at Roxy that leaned in to look at my eyes. "Move away from me," I said rolling my eyes. "Hey, calm down. I don't want your mate going all wolfy or witchy on me. Her scent is like all over you." She replied leaning back. I said nothing and only turned my head to look at another side. "So tell me, wolf- I mean, Christopher... What's got your pants in a twist?" She asked again. I turned my head back to her and was about to abuse her when I bit my tongue. Hold on, she's a girl. Even though she might be old, like really old... She would have experience. "Say, Roxy..." I started and I saw her eyes piqued with interest. "Always love poking your into people's business," I muttered to myself. "I heard that." She said pursing her lips.
A/N: Wow! I can't believe I'm done with my first-ever supernatural novel. I had fun writing this last chapter... I hope you did as well. Thank you very much for Reading"Alpha's Gifted Mate." Please drop a comment to let me know what you think about the novel. Also, check out my new novel "Love and Secrets." It's a high school novel.;)) Music Suggestion; Heat Waves by Glass Animals. Love y'all. See you! Stay alive and Healthy! :) ••• After some weeks, Isabelle was discharged from the hospital. Antonio finally told Chris who had attempted to kidnap his mate. After hearing the name, fury was all he felt. What did he ever do wrong to his father? Why was he so keen on bringing misery to him? So bent in hell on making sure he was never happy in his life? What exactly did he do wrong? And then he decided to get his answers then after that, he would kill him. It was enough. All the misery he had put him through was enough. Jacob told him it was because he was a male and also the first
Music Suggestion; Arcade by Duncan Laurence and Fletcher.😉 Three weeks ago. Chris's POV I glanced at the time smiling. Belle should still be at the photo studio. Imagine the look on her face when she sees me. We flagged down a cab and Antonio walked to the cab to check it out whilst the old man, the driver, loaded our luggage into the back of the boot. Since it was a surprise, we decided to take a cab instead of calling for someone in the pack to come with my car and drive us home. Violet? The bitch hadn't even realized we were out of her stupid pack. 'All clear.' Antonio said into the mind link and I nodded at him. I slipped into the back seat and he followed. The old man closed it after us and entered the driver's seat. "Where to?" He asked turning the key in the ignition. "Do you know Maple Leaf studio?" I asked. "Oh yes. The largest building on that street. Who doesn't? It's very famous for the rich people that come and go every day." The man said as he drove out of t
"Oh come on now. Who are you looking for?" I heard making me snap my head to the right. "Your friends? They knew what was best for them and ran away some minutes ago. Just come along." The man said and waved me off. "Shut up," I said and he frowned throwing me a slap across the face. I fell to the ground yet I still clutched the wrapped pictures in my hand. "Boss said he wanted her alive." Someone said in a gruff voice. I looked up at him feeling a metallic taste in my mouth. He looked down at me and I glared. "So? He never said she had to be complete." He replied pushing the first man away. He raised his head to kick me and I closed my eyes to embrace the impact. "STOP!" I heard suddenly and the kick never came. I heard shuffling and then people greeted saying "Boss." I peered one eye open and then the second one at the man crouching in front of me. I shifted a little to the back involuntarily. "Hi there. Don't worry, you'll be safe soon." He said rubbing my hair which I m
"Hi." I greeted smiling at the phone. "Hey. How are you? Bored?" He replied. "Missing you, actually," I said truthfully. "Hey, I know. I miss you too." He replied. "When do you think you'll be back?" I asked pushing the duvet with my hand. "I have no idea. This little monster here hasn't seen us since we arrived here. It's the fucking third day!" He replied and I frowned. "So why ask you to come if she won't act like you're her guests and see you guys?!" I asked and I almost snapped my phone in halves. "That woman sometimes acts like a bitch." He murmured. "Sometimes? She always acts like a bitch!" I heard Antonio's voice and I pursed my lips. "How are you holding up?" I asked. "I'm fine. Just can't wait to get the hell out of here and be with my mate and child. Goddess, I hate this place." Antonio replied and I heard him groan. Well if it was me as well, I would have definitely run away. "Belle? You listening?" He asked and I blinked at him. "Uhh- what did you say?" I as
Chris's POV I smiled at Isabelle and turned around walking into the car. I didn't want to leave and go on this nonsensical journey but I needed it for my pack. If that bitch proves to be stubborn, to hell with her and her help then. Cause I just can't pinpoint the reason why she would only send tickets for myself and my beta. But I was grateful in a way. Her pack is far too dangerous for Isabelle. I knew no one there... There was no one I could trust. And with that in mind, I had Lincoln and Kennedy be her guard for the meantime. I waved at her and Antonio drove off. I looked down at the container in my hand and looked up back. "Stop the car," I said and Antonio immediately stepped on the brake making the tires screech as it came to a halt. "Al-" I didn't wait for him to turn his head or call my name finish as I sprang out of the car running. I saw her turn her head and looked at me. I just stared at her in return. She cried and then jumped me and I hugged her back tightly. G
"Here, I found a picture of them," Matilda said once I moved to her side. "Woah... They look beautiful in this picture. It's perfect for the shoot." I exclaimed. "Then what are we waiting for? Come on come on." She said. I heaved a sigh and walked out of the room after Matilda. She was admiring the picture while my mind was filled with the voices and the seeing me. What in God's name was that? "Do you want to look around the kitchen?" Matilda asked turning around to look at me. "Huh?" "The kitchen. Are you okay? You seem pale." She said touching my forehead. "I'm fine. Let's just go take the picture." I said waving her off. "Alright. If you say so." She replied eyeing me. I gave her a weak smile and when she turned her head, I looked back at the room. Feeling someone's eyes on me. Boring holes into my back as I walked. I immediately walked faster with my heart beating faster. I slammed my nose into a chest as I cussed out. "For the love of mother fucking cheese and rice... O
Dropping the bouquet of white Lily in my hand unto Mother's grave, I saw the same thing already on Dad's own so I dropped mine off as well. Dad always said he didn't have a favorite flower but he liked Mum's Favorite which was White Lily. I stretched my hand and cleaned the dust off the surface of their headstone to reveal the epitaph and their names. HERE LIES MIRANDA SHEFFIELD SMITH, a beloved wife, mother, and daughter. HERE LIES VICTOR SMITH, a loving father, husband, and son. Mutual love, the crown of bliss. I had told them to carve the same epitaph on their headstone. I smiled at Mum's picture before turning to Dad's as well. "Hey, Mum." I greeted. "Hey, Dad." I was kneeling with Matilda holding my forearm beside me. Chris and Alex were standing behind us. "Hi... Your unfilial daughter is here. I know I've been a bad daughter and I'm sorry. I should have brought Matilda here the day she woke up, right? As I said earlier, I know I'm unfilial and I'm sorry." I paused a
"Why did you kiss me?" She asked once I broke away from the kiss. "Oh, you're just teasing me now," I replied crossing my arms. "Why would I do that?" She replied mirroring my action. "Now, there, right there is a tease," I replied pointing at her. She stuck her tongue out at me and giggled. I shook my head and pulled out the next bar stool sitting beside her with my hands under my tilted head. I stared at her and I saw her face turning red. She directed her gaze from the tabletop ever so lightly turning her eyes to look at me. I grinned and she immediately diverted her eyes. "Why are you staring at me?" She asked. "What? You look more beautiful, so I would like to savor this moment." I replied shrugging. "Oh, God. Can you please turn your head? I'm becoming a tomato." "Nope," I replied popping the p. "Chris!" She yelled turning her head to me. I turned her chair so her whole bo was facing me and then grinned. Her eyes met with mine and I lost myself in it once again. "Do
I slipped on my slippers and walked downstairs stopping only when I got to the front of the house. How can she say that? She was embarrassed? Of me? What's there to be embarrassed about? "What's got your pants in a twist?" I heard suddenly making me look at Roxy that leaned in to look at my eyes. "Move away from me," I said rolling my eyes. "Hey, calm down. I don't want your mate going all wolfy or witchy on me. Her scent is like all over you." She replied leaning back. I said nothing and only turned my head to look at another side. "So tell me, wolf- I mean, Christopher... What's got your pants in a twist?" She asked again. I turned my head back to her and was about to abuse her when I bit my tongue. Hold on, she's a girl. Even though she might be old, like really old... She would have experience. "Say, Roxy..." I started and I saw her eyes piqued with interest. "Always love poking your into people's business," I muttered to myself. "I heard that." She said pursing her lips.