His Cursed Mate ✔️

Chapter 6: First Day

Ashley:

For the remainder of the weekend I didn't catch a glimpse of the mystery guy.

I spent the majority of it hanging out with Lance, Ashton and Bailey.

Saturday afternoon, Raven finally decided to come back.

She returned in her wolf, the white and black reflecting her dark mood.

She immediately locked herself in her room as soon as she arrived home.

Finally on Sunday I managed to get her out of her room, with the promise of blueberry pancakes and .

Little did I know that Ashton and Bailey would join us.

Raven refused to speak at first.

But after a few awkward moments she finally managed a "Good Morning."

From then on it was easy.

I could see Raven was getting over it.

She spoke openly now, and I could tell she liked Bailey.

So did I.

She was a sweet girl, although still a bit shy.

But she would come out of her shell.

Lance joined us later that day, with a plan to go to the beach and go jet skiing.

So we went to the beach in our bikinis, mine being a black two piece.

Raven wore a blue one and Bailey a bright pink one.

Lance wore red trunks and Ash orange.

I tanned for half an hour before we all went jet skiing.

We spent all day at the beach before heading back.

I was exhausted by the end of the day as I fell asleep once I hit the pillow.

*****

I groaned as the alarm clock woke me up.

I reached over and shut it off.

Ugh! Time for school.

I got up grudgingly and headed for the shower.

Once I was done I brushed out my hair and bangs.

Brushing my teeth and used mouth wash.

I put on some ripped skinny jeans and a white button up shirt with sandals.

I put on mascara and eyeliner, with clear gloss I grabbed my backbag and headed downstairs.

Mom was busy in the kitchen like every morning.

The smell of French toast hit my nose and my mouth started watering.

Mom wore her PJ's, with a white tank top.

Just saying but my mom was a Milf, as many of my human friends had said.

Of course werewolves wouldn't dare say that about their Luna least they wanted there head ripped off by my dad.

Literally.

Dad was really possessive of mom, like most Mates where.

Mom had her hair in a bun, some curls escaping.

I looked a lot like mom, except my hair was straight and moms was curly. She had grey eyes and I had grey and blue.

Otherwise we could have fallen for sisters.

"Morning mom." I said sitting down at a stool.

"Morning pumpkin." She smiled at me placing a plate of French toast in front of me with a cold glass of milk.