Chapter 4 "Running into Jayson Woods!"

Jayson P.O.V.

An hour ago...

That was when I found my mate!

The girl in the ring stood there, and then she jumped off the stage and ran away. So, I knew then and there. She knew who I was. But she didn't want to me. She ran away, so I could not grab her. But she had no choice. I am athletic; I play football.

I am; they're running back. I am pretty fast.

I knew her somewhere when I saw her in the ring. I remember Scottie was telling about how babes are flighting. I didn't want to go, but he begged me to come. So, me being a good guy and a friend. I went. But when I went there, my wolf Jaze was going nuts.

"Mate!"

"Mate!"

"Mate is in here," I heard him say inside my mind over and over again. 

So, I stopped looking around, and I kept walking more towards the stage where I saw two girls were in the middle of the ring. They were waiting to fight.

So, before they would fight, they were standing there listening to the announcer. I kept watching the blonde with a mask on her face. I thought why she got a mask over her face. I see she had a helmet on. So, it would protect her with head blows when someone hit her hard in her head.

But the mask? That must be something else. But I am staring at this sexy woman standing in the ring wearing tight, tiny shorts and a sports bra. I licked my lips. I have been thinking about the girl I slept with at Emilia and Jake's lake house. I could not get her out of my mind.

Now my wolf Jaze is saying our mate is here somewhere.

We need to find her.

I am staring at the blonde. But then she felt someone was watching her. I saw her face turn away and looked around in the crowd. Then I saw her stop, and she had her eyes on me?

She knows who I am. How does she know me? I had never seen her before until that night when we were in bed together.

Now, here she is? She just popped out of nowhere.

And I have been looking for her everywhere. I find girls have her hair, but when I get close. It's not her because they don't have a delicious scent. My mouth waters when I smell her flowery perfume.

Once she sees me, I see her. She froze and jumped off the stage, and started running at a fast pace. 

I chuckled, and I started following her out the door.

I saw her walking toward a motorbike. It was cherry red with white stripes down the back on her bike.

That was when I grabbed her. I heard her gasp, and it went straight to my cock. Fuck I never had someone who made me feel like this other than Ashely! So why the hell am I thinking about that crazy bitch. I hate her.

I hated her for a long time.

She is a liar and a fake. I thought I could tell her what she did to me five years ago. But when I overheard someone telling my friend that Ashely liked me. I was on my way to ask her out. So, she could be my girlfriend. But when I walked up to her. I saw something that made me hurt and angry. I saw Ashely with Robert Howards kissing. I wanted to rip Robert's arms off my girl. I saw they were making out on her locker. I can't believe this is happening. I thought she liked me. And now here she is kissing that asshole.

So, I did something to show no one would ever hurt me again.

I came up to her and Robert. I led my foot, and I tripped his feet, and he fell.

"Oh, Robert, you okay!" I heard her ask him. I walked away. 

I didn't wait around to hear the lovey-dovey for the sweet couple. So I thought with a growl. 

I told myself after that say. I was going to make sure no guy ever goes around Ashely Williams again.

I thought she loved me.

Like the rest of the people, I should have known she hurt me.

She acts like my bitch of a mother.

I should have known she didn't care about me. 

Ever since five years, I have been nothing but an asshole to her.

After that night that I was with this beautiful blonde, I found out is my mate.

Once I got home. I parked my truck. I felt so tired, and I needed a shower. But I am too tired. So, I went straight to my room.

I walked upstairs and went to the bathroom. I needed to take care of my dick.

It's still so hard from my sweet blonde mate.

Once I thought about taking care of my problem. I decided not to do anything because I knew I would see her again. I am going

to hold off. So, I got out of the shower and wrapped the towel over my hips. I walked out of the bathroom and went to my room.

I was lying in my bed. I had my hands under my arms.

I was staring up into my ceiling fan circling my room.

I am thinking about how I am going to find my mate. Now she knew I was hers. So, I wonder if she goes to my school or lives in town.

What if she is older than me? 

Naw, that can't be true. When she was older, she would have known who to take care of a man. So, I knew she was younger. So, I can feel I know her. But where? I asked myself.

There anyway if I knew her out there. 

I should have ripped that fucking mask off her face. Then I would have known who I was fucking fingering her. Next time I have the chance. I am going to grab her and throw her over my shoulder. I am going to take her away, just the two of us. Then I am going to know who this mystery mate of mine is.

Don't you worry, little mate, I will know who you are.

Very soon.

I thought that in my mind. I fell into a deep, wonderful dream about taking my blonde mystery mate over the bed.