Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Carina's pov 

“Carina…,” my mother's text came in, my phone going alive, lighting up to reveal her text.

Up until yesterday, I've never held any feeling towards that name until now. Thanks to my lovely mother who loved surprising me with things I least expected, I had been forced to listen to the meaning of my name get attached to a derogatory sentence.

“Yes mother,” with a slight huff, I pulled the covers of the bed away from me, typing back to my mother. Not that she needed my reply, because, either ways, she was still going to say whatever it was she wanted to. For once, I held the hope that my mother was going to wish me a happy birthday but I seemed to have expected too much when her text came in like a bomb.

“Please try to look presentable this evening. I'm coming back with my new husband who would be your stepfather. His sons are going to be there too, for the introduction,” her text read and before I even had the chance to digest this information, she went offline like always after saying her piece. Gobsmacked, I remained on the bed, trying to process this new piece of information I was only just getting to hear.

My dear mother had been in the United States, apparently on a vacation and not caring about her only child who was about eighteen today. Every other parent would have been excited, even going as far as preparing their child in hopes of seeing their mate but none of this concerned my mother. My mother's nonchalance towards me reminded me of the betrayal of Henry, causing my chest to throb in hurt but just as fast as it came, I pushed it back down.

Grumbling profanities to myself, I was glad today was the weekend and I didn't have to be in school to face the bullies nor the students who also cheered for them. Sleep came knocking on the door of the hotel room my mother had dumped me in before she went on her vacation. I didn't have to text her about the location of where she wanted us to meet since I knew I was going to find it there once I was awake. Ignoring the nagging feeling at the back of my head, I let the sleep swallow me and by the time I stretched awake, it was already evening, twenty minutes before the time my mum had asked to meet her.

“F*ck!” I cursed, hastily picking up my phone to find the address of the place we were to meet already in my inbox. Seeing the address, it pleased me to realize that it was just the second floor of the hotel, known to be reserved for special occasions. This thought had me snorting in distaste but it didn't stop my legs from moving. As fast as possible, I didn't have to pour out my unavailable excessively large clothes since I only owned a few good pieces.

A knee-length blue gown that matched the strand of blue hair amongst my other brown wavy hair, paired with black stilettos did the trick for me. Checking the time, I realized I had just one minute and as fast as I could, I took the elevator to the second floor.

On the way, my heart drummed fast in my chest, holding my breath not knowing what I'd see. Right then and there, my bladder chose this as the perfect time to cry out to be freed.

“Sh*t!” I cursed again for the tenth time, just as the elevators opened to reveal the beautiful space of the second floor. Unfortunately, that wasn't the least bit of my concern since I cared more about my bladder. Tugging a waiter on the sleeve, I caused him to stop, turning to look at me.

“Yes ma'am? How may I be of help to you?” He asked politely but the frown on his face told me he didn't appreciate my actions.

“Please can you tell me where the washroom is?” Forcing a smile I asked and attentively, I listened to him describe it. With a ‘thank you!’ I headed straight for the direction he described and I was thankful to find it without getting lost.

Emptying my bladder had never felt so good as it did now and once done, I gave the washroom a goodbye kiss, sprinting out of there to meet my mother. As fate would have it, I bumped into a wall but more like a person.

“I'm so sorry,” I apologized, raising my head and the familiar face of one of the bullies had my eyes widening in horror. The other two all stood beside him like tall, strong walls and scared for my life, I headed straight for the tiny space they left out, running for my dear life while ignoring their calls for me to stop.

“Carina!” Was the last shout I heard before disappearing from the corner that led to the washroom we all had been in.

“Carina, you're late,” was the first thing my mother said as soon as I walked into the private room I had been directed to. 

“I-,” I began but was cut off once again as always.

“Anyways, meet my husband, Isidor. Isidor, meet my daughter, Carina,” giggling like she had just told a joke my mother said while smiling at the man who was sitting beside her.

My eyes landed on him and upon seeing him, I knew right then and there how f*cked my life had become. “Kowalski Isidor,” I whispered softly, the name like a nightmare.

“Oh, it seems like you know me, soon to be daughter,” smiling at him, the middle aged man with hazel eyes laughed but nothing about all he was saying was funny. The sound of the door opening interrupted our conversation or more like my beginning of depression.

“They must be your sons,” not so subtly, my mother whispered to Isidor, her brown orbs that were just like mine shining brightly.

“You three, come say hi to your sister,” Isidor said while my back remained to the newcomers.

As they passed my side to stand beside their father, their scents wafted into my nose like a never ending breeze. My mouth watered, my wolf stirring to life, crying out softly, “Mates!”

“Meet Rodrigo the green eyed son, Arnaldo the blue eyed son and Leonardo the hazel eyed son,” Isidor introduced but I already knew them all.

Smiling, they faced me while I was still trying to come to terms with the bomb fate had chosen to drop on my fucking head. “Oh, Carina. It's nice to see you again,” Rodrigo said but soon, I noticed his expression stiffen, staring intently at me before exchanging looks with his brothers.

“Mate!” I noticed them mumble at the same time, a certainty of how interesting my life was about to become. How wonderful was it for me to be mated to the same ones who humiliated me in front of the whole school.