The Alpha's Mate

Chapter 28

Charlie

My mom and August had decided to take the day together to get to know one another better. Which I had no quarrels about because I felt like the two of them together would be my biggest influences and the two that I could go to when it came to Luna's duties.

I had been nauseous the past few days, and I chalked it up to being nervous. My family, who most of the pack hated, was visiting. Presley had been thrust back into his alpha duties. I was constantly bugged about what I would like to do with our mating ceremony, and at times it felt like it was too much.

I decided to get some fresh air today to let the wind hit my fur. To stretch my bones and feel normal for just a day.

After a while of running around within the pack's confines, I was finally worn out. I found myself resting at the edge of a pond, other pack members walked around, and some were also in their wolf form.

"I thought I saw you." A familiar voice said. I looked up and saw Mateo standing above me. The weird feelings came back to me. The ones I hadn't felt the entire time I had been away from home. The ones I hadn't even had while we were away.

Guilt knotted up in my stomach, I wanted to look down, but I knew that was impolite.

"Oh yeah, I'll meet you back at your place when you're dressed?" He asked; I nodded my head and got to my feet, leaving him behind.

Not even a half hour later, Mateo barged into Presley and I's apartment.

I furrowed my brows. "I think it would be best that you knock from now on." I crossed my arms.

"C'mon, I'm your friend." He plopped down on the couch.

"And Presley is an alpha, and you're in his apartment. One day you're going to barge in and piss him off." I stated firmly.

"Alpha's and their short tempers." Mateo laid his head back in dramatics. "Presley isn't a good alpha if he would try to hurt your only friend in the pack."

"He's a good alpha, and you know it." I grit my teeth. "Who pissed in your breakfast this morning?"

"No one, I was just excited to see you after all this time. Tell me of all the fun you had on your trip." He tried to change the subject.

I sat down on the couch adjacent to him, crossing my legs.

"Oh, come on, Charlie, why don't you sit beside me?" Mateo asked. I sat back in my seat, feeling a bit weird, being confronted with Mateo after not seeing him for a few weeks.

"I'm fine where I'm at. Thank you, though." I tried keeping my composure.

"How about you get me a glass of water then? I'm quite parched." Mateo's brownish-red eyes bore into mine.

"From what, running your mouth all morning, noon and night?" I joked.

"Pff, you know it," Mateo smirked at me.

He looked so hot when he did that.

He smells like trouble. Bleu piped up in my head.

What do you mean?

Dunno, just something not right. I inwardly nodded at my wolf and got up from my seat. I went into the kitchen and opened the cupboard, and grabbed two glasses. The cups clanged on the counter when I sat them down. I turned and opened the fridge, grabbed the pitcher of filtered water, and poured the liquid into the cups.

I handed Mateo the glass of water, and our fingers brushed against each others. The feelings I had before I left for Jamaica with Presley resurfaced.

Something not right, something not right. Bleu chanted in my head. He not our mate. He raised a red flag in my brain.