Chapter 3

Alexis’s POV

Don’t be deceived. The thrill of turning a new age disappears completely after that day. It’s been a full complete week since my birthday and, other than those few minutes of sensation last week, I don’t feel any different than I was when I was 17.

My parents say it’s perfectly normal but that my werewolf would naturally want to bond with me in the coming months. I guess I’ll be waiting until then.

“We’re heading to the pack house for a meeting with Alexis and your mother and I probably won't be back until late tonight. Will you be okay alone?”

My mother butts into the conversation “Or should we call Tonia to stay with you until we’re back?”

I resist the urge to yell that I’m now an adult and settle for a loud disappointed sigh. I groaned loudly and replied. “Yes, I’ll be okay on my own, I don’t need you to call me a babysitter.”

Surprised by my outburst, they both keep quiet and go on about packing their things. About five minutes later, they leave the house after giving me several instructions…some of which I do not plan to obey.

Two hours later, I’m bored out of my mind and I pick up my phone to text my friends to see if they can come over so that we could all do something interesting. Before I can send the message, the doorbell rings and I pause and listen for a few more seconds to check if I’m not hearing things.

Only a few people know about the doorbell…so who could that be?

Whoever is on the other side of the door sounds impatient, and they tap on the doorbell two more times. I stood from my position on the couch and walked straight to the door, wondering who it could be.

Maybe it was Drake….he liked coming over a lot since my parents were less pushovers compared to his.

A tingling sensation travels up my fingers as I grip the door’s handle. My brain barely registers why, and I swing it open without a second thought.

All the air is knocked out of me as my eyes land on the only face I’ve longed to see all these years. His face is more mature than I remember, and he’s taller too.

“Alexandra” I mumbled, taking a small step towards him. Alexandra clicks his tongue and swears loud enough for me to hear. He doesn’t look happy to see me, instead he looks frustrated and disappointed.

But why?

He’s the one who left, and I’ve been the one waiting and wishing for his arrival….

After all these years when he was the one that left without giving me a reason why. Why is he looking like he doesn’t want to see me? Like he doesn’t care about my wellbeing when I’ve been worried about his?

“This is a mistake.” Was all he said before transforming into his werewolf and making a run for it in the direction of the forest. Confused, I rested on the wooden frame of the door, gripping the handle for stability.

Someone I didn’t notice cleared their throat and I looked up to see a woman maybe the same age as Alexandra standing there with an awkward smile on her face. I apologize and opened the door wider so that she could enter the house.

“I’m Gena Mills and you must be Alexis.”

I stand there still dumbfounded by my brother’s action, thinking…just how long is he going to run? I just looked at her pretty older face and registered in my mind that she must be his mate.

She stretches her hand and introduces herself. “I’m your brother’s mate.” I muster a smile despite my sour feeling and shake her hand, then I carry her bag despite her disapproval and take her to Alexandra’s old room.

While she’s in the shower washing off from their long journey, I eye my phone and debate about whether I should call my parents or not. I decide against it and go on to prepare something for Gena and Alexandra.

I take out the pasta and fill up a pot halfway with water, I turn off the tap and wonder why Alexandra came back after all these years…why he never thought to call or even visit….his reason for leaving in the first place.

I groan and angrily dump the pot on the cooker, splashing water all over the place.

“Darn you Alexander!” I exclaimed, not caring that his mate was just above me. He had better come back to his senses, so I can ask him my list of five-year-long questions.

Gena comes down the stairs looking even prettier and I wonder why a woman as elegant and stylish as she accepted someone as dumb and cowardly as my brother. I shrugged off the thought and informed her. “The food will be ready in a short while.”

“Thank you, Alexis.” She takes one glance around the living room and asks “What about your parents?”

I put on the TV and settled on a channel that I think she’d like. “They went for a meeting at the pack house, and they won’t be back until tonight or early tomorrow morning.”

“Oh I see….so they must be like council members?” Gena asks with one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows raised. I replied “Something like that, I guess. But I won’t tell them that you and my brother are here…I want them to get the same shock I had when I saw that punk.”

Gena’s eyes widened in surprise and I held back my laughter at her expression.

Confidently, I tell her, “He’s a punk until he tells me the reason why he left and why he came back. Until then, I’ll forget that he’s my elder brother whom I should love and respect without question.”

Gena surprises me by raising her hand for a high-five, and then she says, “You know what? I’m in on this with you…I think it’s time we taught that punk a lesson.”

'I think I’m going to love Alexandra’s mate'. I wanted to scream that out loud.