Angel Blackwood(13)

“Well thank you for making this day more bearable, Nixon.”





I give him a last wave goodbye as I rest my hand on the front door. I watch as he drives down the little road to his cabin, a few houses down. I’m still staring at the spot where his bike stood moments before, thinking about how content he seems these days when suddenly the door is yanked open and I’m shoved against a hard body… yet again.

This time it’s not Tyler’s chest I slam into, it’s Talon’s. The annoyed look on his face as he glares down at the spot in which I bumped into him only pisses me off further. I don’t know why the hell he looks so disgusted in me. Do I have some kind of mate curse that immediately makes my mate act like fucking douches when I’m near?

He lets out a repulsed sound looking down at me with a snarl, face filled with pure loathing.

“Argh… really, Talon? Really? Is this how it’s gonna be from now on?” I don’t expect an answer from him so I shove past him. I’m just as surprised as he is when I actually make his steps falter by the force of my shoulder against his.

My strength as a wolf is starting to pull through. At least something to look forward to.

“I told you, you are going to be a strong wolf,” Faith mutters to me.

I head towards the staircase, but his warm hand wrapped around my elbow stops me, the static electricity running from his strong hand to my arm forcing me to freeze. Tingles run through my body and I shiver.

Fucking mate bond.

“Angel, wait!” His voice is softer, gentler even, as he stands right behind me. I can feel the heat from his body against my back.

“Oh, so now I’m Angel again,” I mutter, still not facing him. I let my head fall back so that it’s leaning against his chest and I let out a deep impatient breath. I use my other hand to wipe the hair out of my face; I’m too tired to deal with whatever shit he has to swing my way this time.

After taking another deep breath to stop myself from either begging him for a chance or saying something mean, I pull away from his warmth and turn my head slightly to the side.

The bond we share is making it really hard for me to not face him and give into my wolf’s need for her mate. I need to put distance between us, I can’t give him the satisfaction of seeing what he’s doing to me.

“What, Talon?” I forcefully spit out.

From the corner of my eye I see him flinch at my tone.

“Babe, we’re waiting for you by the bonfire out back.” Lucy’s whiney voice makes me wince as Talon pulls his hand away from me quickly.

I can’t bear to stand there another moment, watching my mate walk away with another woman. Instead I shake my head and make my way upstairs in a hurry. I close my bedroom door behind me and rest the back of my head against it.

This time I don’t let the tears fall. I swallow the lump in my throat, my heart hurting. In the back of my mind I can’t help but wonder whether the twins can feel the pain I feel. I open my eyes to my dark room, the doors to my balcony are open and the slight nightly breeze wafts through. I look to my empty bed then to the bathroom door that I share with the twins.

I can’t sleep here, what if they bring their girlfriends to their room? No, I won’t be here when that happens.

I find my phone and send a text.

I pack a bag and read the incoming message, smiling to myself thanking God that Nixon is here. I’m just about to shut my bedroom door when I hear my father calling my name.

“Up here!” I call back and watch as his tall frame comes up from the staircase. He smiles at me, but when he sees my bag he frowns.

“Where you off to?”

“I’m spending the night at Gre- uh Nixon’s, we’re going to watch movies. Is that okay?” I ask unsure. Over the last few years I haven’t exactly had any parental supervision, I always did whatever I wanted to without asking for permission. Now that I have parents again I’m not too sure how exactly this works.

“Staying at a boy’s house? Scratch that, Nixon is a man for Pete’s sake. You most definitely are not sleeping over at his cabin. No. Not happening.” I almost laugh at his strict tone. My heart warms and instead I smile.

“Johnny, sweetie, she’s a big girl now. It’s not as if she’s running away, she will only be a few houses down; you know Nixon will look after her,” Alex says, coming up to me and resting her arm over my shoulder bringing me into her warmth. I can tell she’s surprised when I lean into her touch. Before I would pull away from her or avoid touching her completely; she’s naturally a very touchy person. She pulls me closer into her side, kissing my temple. I’ve missed her hugs so fucking much.