Surrender, Mate. (Cursed Mates #2)

CHAPTER 30

Song- Dancing On My Own by Calum Scott

(I like his version better than Robyn's ♥️)

Chapter 30

"Lynn left" LA tells me as he plops down on my bed beside me.

I am silent, which makes him curious. He turns to stare at me.

"What?" I ask him.

"You're not happy that he's gone?"

"I am" I sigh, "though I shouldn't be"

"What-"

"He doesn't belong in Spain, LA" I say fiercely, "He belongs here. In Little West. With his parents. And pack"

LA scowls, "the people there are pack too"

"I know, but..." I trail off.

"But what?"

"Nothing" I say, but he doesn't look away from my face and I find myself confessing, "For some reason I am feeling very empathetic towards him"

When he doesn't comment, I continue, "I was so out of it because my parents left me, and I just can't imagine what he must be going through" I breathe through my nose. "He's never even met his Mom, LA"

He gives me a sad smile.

"Moons... I feel like shit now" I shake my head, and then something else pops in my head, "How come Cameron knew about him anyway?"

LA's face shuts off so fast, I worry about whiplash.

"LA?" I say in warning, "Are you hiding something from me?"

"No" he says too quickly for my liking and it makes me uncomfortable. And sad. I can't even trust LA now?

"You do realize that you are feeling like this because your parents are in town, right?" LA points out, as if I didn't already know that.

I tend to grow a stupid conscience when they are with me.

"Did Pa pay up?" I ask him and he grins as he hands me a couple of $20 bill.

"I feel bad for him. And Ronaldo. I really do... But think about the Pizza we can buy" he says giddily, making me smile. This boy.

***

It's nearly midnight and I cannot sleep. No matter how hard I try to.

It might not be a big deal, but my body is burning up and my core is tingling like anything. I am trembling like crazy and.

I know exactly what is happening. I just wish it wasn't happening tonight. Mia is unsettled too. She keeps on howling.

'Mia?' I ask tentatively. When she does not reply, I probe, 'Why is this happening? Are you okay?'

She doesn't reply, instead sends me visuals. Of me writhing underneath a dark body. The pure carnal ecstasy on my face in the visual makes me flush.

"You can't be serious" I say out loud and get off the bed. The trembling has intensified, thanks to my stupid, horny beast.

Walking is a harder task than you can imagine, my knees feel weak. Lust is a bitch.

I try to take a step, but my knees buckle and I fall to the ground. There is a thrumming in my base and it feels like hell.

I let out a soft moan, which sounds louder than I had intended and I have to bit my lips to keep my mouth shut.

I can't wake up everyone in the house. What will they think of me? A female who hasn't found her mate going into heat? I can just imagine the looks and rumours.