7. Hazel eyes.

Mason's POV

Aaaw! I had a wonderful night, though the party ended late, I feel like I slept for hours. I feel so much peaceful. I slowly open my eyes, adjusting to the morning light. I turn around, and the first thing I notice is warmth, a presence so close it prickles my skin.

I freeze, I can't remember being in bed with anyone. My muscles tense, as my eyes snap, ignoring all the light that prickles them. What the fuck, beside me lies my supposed mate curled up beside me, her figure so relaxed as if the bed is hers.

I sit slowly not to wake her, my heart is pounding so hard, I'm so furious right now. What the hell is she doing here?

She looks so calm. Too calm. As if she doesn’t know how much I despise her, I thought I made it clear when I threw her out of my room last night, what more does she want with me?

She’s everything I hate, everything, I can’t stand, and yet… she’s here.

I look at her again and something flickers in me, I shove it right down because I can't entertain such thoughts. She is a nobody and I'm the ruler of this pack, I can't have someone this weak by my side.

I want to forcefully wake her up so I can demand answers, but it's like my limbs can't move. My mind wants to but my heart doesn't, my limbs can't move. It's like part of my body is on strike. My eyes seem not to move away from her. I hate her, I loathe her, yet I'm unable to look away. Why would the goddess do this to me and give me a good for nothing mate?

I can't take it, I need to go for a run before I strangle her to death. I get up, pick up my gym set, put it on, and without looking back, I run as fast as my legs can take me.

At least the feeling of the morning wind brushing against my face helps me calm down a bit.

Even with all the running, my chest is still so tight, I feel like I can't breathe at the thought of rejecting her. Jeez, I don't even know her name.

Part of me is excited that she slept on my bed, but the better part of me want to run back into my room and make sure she regrets ever setting foot in it.

I stop running, bend and place my hands on my knees as I catch my breath. I feel my chest tightening even more.

“Fuuuuuck” I curse out as loud as I can. This isn't what I had in mind when I was coming back home.

Beatrice's POV

I had a beautiful night, I regret sleeping, though. How could I sleep when he was right next to me? I'm such a fool. His side of the bed is still warm, so I'm sure he got off not a while ago.

I can't stop smiling, all the beautiful thoughts come rushing back to me, his care, his touch. I pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming. I need to make myself a little bit presentable before he comes back.

I hop into the bathroom take a quick shower, of course I don't have a toothbrush here, so I just use my index finger instead, works like magic.

I don't have any other clothes, so I just use the ones Mason brought me. To be honest, I don't even want to take them off. It's a pair of baby pink sweats. It's the first outfit that actually fits me and its specifically mine, it isn't used like the rest of my clothes , and I look fantastic in it. I stare at myself in the large mirror, admiring my tiny figure. I never thought I was curvy ever. I've never seen my whole body like this. Oh Mason!, thank you for accepting me. I take a deep breathe, thinking how my low days are over now.

I apply his body oil and a little lib balm, I want to look presentable.

I hear light shuffles coming my way, my heart almost bursts with joy. The door slowly opens and there he is, my mate.

"Mason." I say, smiling ear to ear, I missed him so much.

I run into his arms all smiles, but all I get is a shove, hard enough to make me stagger. The dressing table steadies me though, but of course, I feel the impact. I'm sure I'll get a bruise, but being hit by the table doesn't hurt as much as I feel after he pushed me.

“Are you okay?” I ask. They seem like two different people, the look he is giving me now, can even kill me. The concern in his eyes is completely gone, and it is replaced with a look of disgust.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, you mean absolutely nothing to me.” His words rip my insides apart. I'm too shocked that I cannot find an ounce of tear in me.

“Don't ever come near me again, whatever you did to me last night to give you the leeway to sleep on my bed you better not do it ever again. Because I swear, i'll kill you with my bare arms the next time I wake up beside you.” He threatens in his sem Alpha tone, his every word sends shivers down my body. He is not joking, he is going to actually kill me.

“What are you still waiting for? Get out.” Grabbing me by my arm, he opens the door and shoves me outside.

I close my eyes as I wait for the pain after the impact of coming into contact with the wall, but instead I fall on something hard, yet soft. I open my eyes and a pair of hazel eyes stare right back at me.

“You.” We say in unison, our eyes glued to each other, my thoughts of Mason literally washed away.