He Kissed Me?

I was evaluated based on the entirety of his statements. Now, I got out of the room and checked his office, where I discovered that he was not there.

I was surprised to run into a woman who appeared to be my age but, in reality, was an omega and was most likely a maid.

"Ma'am. . ." she stuttered while she was facing me and appeared to be very anxious.

"Oh. Have you seen Blake?" I questioned her, and she appeared to be avoiding looking at me. "I don't know, but I've learned over the years that if he's not here, he must be with his friends, heading to the club," She answered my question before leaving the room simultaneously.

I understand him.

Likely, he is currently hanging out with his pals and enjoying some downtime. I put him to shame by exposing myself as his mate. It is entirely my fault for being such a feeble werewolf; I made a vow to make him understand me promptly.

"It's likely that he went to the club to get his head cold. . ." I mumbled, and I was sure he was doing something enjoyable with his pals, but I was still concerned about him and wondering what he was up to.

It looks like I'll have to do nothing except wait for him.

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There have been a significant number of hours that have gone by. I look at my watch and see that it is already eight o'clock in the evening, and he has not communicated with me in any way.

"Artemis," Amanda called me—after recognizing the Alpha tone in her voice, I whirled around to confront her. I did not talk to her in any way, nor did I address her with any call sign.

I spoke in a low voice, possibly as discourteous, and said, "Hello."

She is staring at me. She questioned ms by asking, "Did you know where Blake is?" I could tell by the look on her face that she was experiencing some anxiety.

"It is required that we eat dinner together—additionally, your parents will arrive later tonight. He must be present. I instructed you to keep an eye on him—"

"As I promised, I would give him a call." I was the one who halted her. I don't want her to think I don't care about what happens to him. She gave the impression that she was dismayed and did not smile as she departed, but I could hear her taking a long breath.

I pulled out my phone and tried to get in touch with Blake, but he was not even responding to my attempts.

He turned it off; I was taken aback because it rang.

"Shit," I said under my breath. I know this is a lot for our family, but we need to spend some quality time together and have a dialogue about the latest developments.

There is no way to contact him other than to go to the pub and find him. I don't want my parents to think I'm a huge disappointment because I'm not sticking around him. After all, they have no idea what I'm going through.

I have made my way out of the castle and can see people walking back to their homes; I can see them all smiling but knowing that they are conversing behind my back.

I jumped into the car in a hurry and immediately began driving at a high rate of speed.

A few minutes have passed, and I've already arrived at the well-known bar where he frequently hangs out.

I tried to make my way through the club, but a man was already standing in my way. "Nice body—"

"Get out," I yelled at him and simultaneously pushed him; I walked into the middle of the crowd where the people were.

The music from their disco was too loud, and there were bright lights everywhere.

People were intoxicated and appeared to have lost their minds—as I turned my head in every direction, I noticed that some people around me seemed to have lost the ability to see.

This nearly caused me to lose my balance and fall to the ground.

Then I saw him dancing with a woman. He was laughing as his hand was on her waist, and they were smiling. It irritated me because she was blonde and seemed more successful than I was.

Blonde’s my dream hair. Hermione got that hair, as my mother.

They are so close that their lips are almost sticking together, and they are laughing and having a good time. The veiny hand that he puts on the woman appeals to the woman.

I approach them and make my way to the middle of where they are standing, thus interfering with their dancing.

Blake was at a loss for words and appeared to be stunned.

All I can see on his face is anger.

"Who exactly is she?" The woman asked the question in a low voice, but the sound was far too loud.

"I am his mate—"

"I do not recognize her, Becca." I rolled my eyes as I looked at his face and saw that his eyes were trying to warn me, but I did not wish to listen to him.

"Artemis, please fucking leave right now," he ordered through the mind-linked connection, and he kept denying that I was his mate in front of her.

"I am Blake's mate!" I shouted—I didn't anticipate that the song would stop playing, that everyone would hear my words, and that they turn around to face us.

"Fuck," Blake croaked, and the girl recognized I was correct when she looked at my neck, which indicated I was his mate.

She gave him a sly grin while she was looking at him. "That's terrible," she mumbled as she walked away.

"Bro, are you kidding me? Is this real?" his friends questioned him while glancing at the two of us.

The fact that this club is, in fact, exclusive for all of his buddies—he bites his lower lip, and he is at a loss for words.

I am at a complete loss for words as well.

I don't want him to keep refusing me.

He is still at a loss for words, and he is unable even to utter a sound.

"That is terrible. I had the impression that you would find a strong soulmate comparable to you—and do you know what's even more disheartening than that? You lied." That was one of his pals who said it, and several of his other friends were laughing as they looked at me.

He looked at me like that was too horrible.

"I don't know," He murmured as he continued.

I look at every person. "Why don't you just tell them that I am your—" I was speaking when he grabbed my hand, and now we were walking away from people before I could finish.

Even if he were to explain it to them, they would already be aware of it.

Another man attempts to obstruct our progress, and Blake shoves him away. "Get out, dude." He issued the command, and now that we were outside the club, he was forcing me into his vehicle by pushing me.

Together with me, he went inside.

"Why does it look like you're trying to destroy my moments, huh!?" He yelled and even smacked the driving wheel, and it's clear he's in a particularly inebriated state.

It's hard for me to know whether or not he was sincere.

"Blake. You can't keep ignoring the truth and trying to cover it up—"

"I don't fucking care," He interrupted me—speaking in a low voice, and then he abruptly began driving the car at a high rate of speed.

"What the devil are you trying to accomplish!?" I let out a scream—I was so terrified. He didn't even bother to warn me about it, and the fact that he was driving too fast while not even wearing a seatbelt caused my eyes to well up with tears.

"You have made it impossible for me to achieve any of my goals, Artemis—"

"I did not play any role in the arrangement!" I cut him off. "I couldn't care less about the company or whatever it is," I cannot speak what I had planned to say in his presence at this time.

"Our parents—"

He interrupted me by saying, "Fuck them."

I cocked my head to the side and sniffled. "What the hell? Why can't you focus on what you're doing for a little while?" I scoffed at him.

He brought the automobile to a stop within the enormous home.

"What kind of a location is this?" I inquired even though I had trouble speaking clearly and was anxious.

"My place," he said as he exited the vehicle, at which point I also got out of the car and followed him.

"What are you doing at the moment? We must return to the house. Our parents are currently holding out for us." I tried to persuade him, but all he did was mutter those profane obscenities as he opened the door to the house, and I followed him inside.

I attempted to touch his hand, but he quickly snatched it away.

"Blake—"

"I despise you, Artemis." He uttered the words. "I don't like you, and if I had to be with you, I'd rather die," He added—because those were the cruelest words he could have said, I was rendered speechless and unable to shed any more tears than I already had.

My heart is working through it right now. It is at a loss for what response to make.

"W-What?"

"You want me to fucking repeat it?!!" he exclaimed. He exploded, drawing his face closer to mine, and snapped. The current expression in his blue eyes is menacing.

"I don't know," I responded, as he appeared to be on the verge of losing consciousness. I put my arms around him while he sucked in his breath, yet he still seemed gorgeous.

It is painful. He's. So. Gorgeous, and it seemed like I couldn't stop myself from revealing how I felt.

"Blake, get up," I told him, but he didn't—due to the amount of alcohol he consumed, he was becoming increasingly feeble.

It makes no difference to me if he intends to injure me even more.

After helping him to his feet, I proceeded to the first bedroom I came across. I lay him down and wiped my face as I removed his necktie, but I was taken aback when he grabbed my hand and pulled it away from him.

I ended up falling onto his body, and as a result, our lips were stuck together.

I felt it was just a coincidence, but I was taken aback when he put his hand on the small of my back and began to kiss my lips.

While kissing him again, I make a sound like I'm gasping for air. He came to a stop. He looked at me with eyes that were blurry from sleep. It appeared as though he was unaware of what was taking place.

"I'm sorry, He—herm. . ." However, he did not continue what he was saying.

I can feel his hand slowly pulling away from me as I try to hold on to him.