“Friends?” A boy scoffs. I pin him with my livid gaze and he’s quick to shut up before looking down at the table.
“They’re my friends, not hers,” a deep voice to my right says. I didn’t miss the way he spat out the last two words and I’m not fond of it either. I look to find what you would call the typical male juice-head. He’s average looking and stocky. Can’t tell if he has a neck hidden under all that muscle.
“And who might you be?” I ask.
“Tony,” he smirks, looking me up and down. While he does this I can feel the sadness flowing from Daisy. I’m not sure if she’s allowing others to feel this or just me so I look at her.
“He’s my mate,” I hear her quiet growl in my head. I smile and rub her arm gently. This seems to reassure her that I’m not about to steal her mate. I look over to Tony again. I would never have pictured Daisy’s mate to be him, he’s the total opposite of her. He looks back to the few that are still sitting at the table and dismisses them.
“Nice to finally meet you, Tony.” I smile. The cocky smirk falls from his face and he glares at Daisy who stands close to me.
“You tell her about me?” He spits.
“That you’re her mate?” I don’t give Daisy enough time to answer him. This man sounds hostile and I just want to protect her. I stand a little more in front of her recoiling frame.
“She knows to keep that shit to herself.” He lets out a deep breath, then downs his soda before speaking again.
“What’s a girl like you hanging out with a girl like her?” He scoffs, as he throws a couple of fries into his mouth.
I’m pretty sure Daisy can feel my irritation pulsating because she gently plays with the braid down my back, as if that could calm me.
I praise her for the effort though.
I spit out, “What you actually meant to say was, how did we meet, right? Well, we met when I was looking for an outfit for my pack ceremony and your incredible mate designed a gorgeous dress that fit perfectly.”
I smile then turn to look down at Daisy as I say, “Even Alpha Caspian thought it looked beautiful, I received a lot of compliments because of that dress Daisy. I’m sure you’ll be getting a lot of eager customers coming your way.” I look back to Tony whose mouth hangs open.
“You should be really proud of her. She did good.” If I’m not mistaken, a look of pure adoration crosses his face and he smiles.
“Really?” He asks in a softer tone, looking from her then back to me. I nod.
He looks to Daisy and smiles at her; her face reveals pure longing as she looks at her mate in return. He opens his arms and she steps into them immediately cuddling into his side. Tony rubs his hands down the back of her hair as if he’s stroking a kitten, and Daisy clasps him tighter as if he’s the air she breathes.
Chapter 9
“Hasn’t Caspian found his mate yet?” Nixon asks Axel later that night. We’re sitting on the balcony of Axel’s apartment, looking down at the people in the street below us. Axel, being the little devil on my shoulder, convinced me to take a shot of tequila; much to Nixon’s dismay. After five shots, the alcohol was already working its way through my body and my throat was feeling raw. I was currently in the feel-good state of drunkenness, where nothing in the world could bother me, and the twins not even a blip on my radar.
I was in total bliss.
“No wonder Georgina drank so much,” I mumble. The boys look to me and Nixon gives me a worried look. I wave them away then plant my ass down on the little plastic chair and stare at the star filled sky.
“Axel, answer Nixon’s question,” I say.
“Oh yeah, he already found his mate…second chance mate too,” Axel says, before downing the rest of his whisky filled glass.
Both Nixon and my heads’ turn in his direction.
“What happened to them? Where are they?” Nixon asks.
“The first one was killed during a rogue attack and the second one he got rid of because she was leaking information to a rival pack,” he says casually.
My eyes widen as I sit up straight in my chair. “Got rid of?” I gulp.
“Yeah, bitch was keeping in touch with her old pack, giving away pack plans. So Alpha got rid of her as well as all the people from the pack she told,” he replies nonchalantly.
“What the f-” I mumble just as Nixon says, “You stay away from him, Angel. After that little note he left, I’m not sure what his next move might be.”
“What note?” Axel tone turns serious.
“He sent me a vase of black roses with a note in it saying, “I always win”, like what the hell is that supposed to mean? He can’t just snap his fingers and expect me to come running. I’ve learnt my lesson with douches like him. I know exactly the kind of monster that lurks beneath the surface, I’m staying away from the arrogant bastard,” I ramble, leaning back in my chair.