Chapter Four

CHAPTER 4

TAYLOR’S POV

_TWO DAYS LATER _

I looked out my window, onto the quiet streets below. The window blew through my hair, a slight chill in the air. It rained last night, that's why.

Unconsciously, my mind drifted back to that night. The wounds were gone but the scars never left. Everytime I stood in front of the vanity, they reminded me of my sick faith. Like the goddess had taken care to make mine especially miserable.

First my best friend betrayed me, then I got mated to the one person I hate with every bone in my body, my dad finds out about my bullying and then a mysterious someone tells the whole pack I am mated to the alpha’s son, now I am officially a town clown.

Could things get any worse. I let out a sharp exhale, throwing my hands on the window pane. Loose strands of hair covering my face. I took a peek inside the room to find my brush, that's when I heard it

The honking of cars as their engines made those vroom sounds while they drove down the road. I nearly threw myself out the window, trying to see who it was before they got close to our place. I managed to catch a glimpse. The instant I saw the golden wolf emblem, I knew exactly who it was.

‘Zephyr… damn it. Just when I thought things wouldn't get any worse.’

I flopped away from the windows, dived into the sheets and covered myself up, pretending to be asleep.

It took only seconds for Mum to come knocking at my door.

“Taylor.” She pushed the door open. In my house, it was an unspoken rule to never lock the door. I wasn't looking at her but I could already envision her making that ‘You gotta be kidding me’ expression on her

Face.

“Dress up and come down stairs.” I heard her footsteps leave the room slowly.

“Don't make me come up there twice.” She yelled, walking down the stairway. I pressed my eyes shut and gripped the sheets tight. I wanted to disobey her. But I couldn't. No one in the house ever crossed mum.

“Uh!!!” I flung the sheets in the air and stumbled out of bed. Damn everything, I am not changing. I am going downstairs like this. I don't have anything to say to him.

I stumped down stairs while muttering grumpy curses. My face twisted with displeasure.

Only one pair of eyes greeted me when I made it to the sitting room. It was Zephyr’s. He was sitting with his legs crossed and his occasionally tight shirt, which he had conveniently left three buttons open for the imagination to wonder.

I kept my eyes up, looking boldly at him and trying not to look down. I knew exactly how what was behind all those fancy clothes and I didn't want to think about it.

“What do you want, Zephyr?”

“Is that how you greet your future Alpha?” he growled at me.

“Future Alpha?” I looked around feigning sincere surprise. “Where? I can't see him.”

He glared at me. I held a smug look on my face.

“I don't have time for your sassy mouth. Get in the car. The alpha requests for you?”

The smile wiped off my face immediately.

“Why?”

He didn't spare me a glance. “You will know when you get there.”

Suddenly, my gut twisted and my heart started palpitating. For some reason, I didn't want to leave the house.

Zephyr stopped at the door, noticing that he wasn't being followed.

“Get off you ass Taylor.” He yelled.

“I’m not going.” I sprang up from the Parlor couch.

“Yes, you are.” He made for me, so fast that before I could blink twice, his hand had gripped me.

Just a touch. That all it took to ignite the mate bond. To set that fire ablaze again. The room suddenly got hotter. My mind going sex-crazed like it has been starved for years.

I yanked on his hand. Trying to break out of his grip. There was no way I was riding in that cramped car with him. I would be begging to get laid before we even left this street.

Zephyr’s grip tightened. He was adamant on dragging me along. I had to do something… anything.

My naughty eyes fell on his waist. Zephyr never wore a belt. Which means….

I grabbed his pants and yanked on them. Zephyr let go of me immediately, snatching the air in vain effort to get a hold of his clothes. The trousers slipped down to the floor.

I froze. He wasn't wearing shorts over his tighty-whities. His bulge was right before my eyes.

I freaked, screamed and went into a frenzy. In the middle of my histeria, I kicked Zephyr right in the groin.

******

Beta Ian, second in command to my dad, drove us back to the palace. Apparently, Zephyr has come along with him but asked him to wait in the car. What a lovely choice that was.

I avoided looking his way the whole drive through. Partly because he kept messaging his belt region and raining curses on me.

The whole scuffle in the house took up a lot of precious time, Ian said, so immediately we drove in, I was led into the throne room.

Zephyr stood beside his father and I was placed in the middle of the room. I kept my head down, fidgeting with my fingers. Thinking of what to say. The judging eyes peering down in me all around the room gave me goosebumps. My palms suddenly got real sweaty.

Finally some broke the uneasy silence.

“Is this the Alpha’s mate? The moon goddess must be making mockery of us?’

I frowned. ‘Wait… what did that old fart just say?’

“I was shocked when I heard the news. Our poor Alpha to be, is so unlucky.” another council man said, sympathetically.

“If she was pretty, it would have been manageable.”

I squeezed the my left hand. Holding up a plastic smile. But within, I was a seething cauldron of anger.

“An Omega for a Luna. It's disgusting just saying it. She is good for nothing with that behind as flat as a ruler.” A she-wolf spoke this time.

I felt the cauldron explode inside me. My eyes darted towards the voice.

I wasn't going to take this shit hands down.

“At least my face doesn't scare children away.” I snapped.

The wolf sprang from her chair. I ignored her, turning around to face the Almighty Alpha who keeps gossiping salon boys in disguise as council men.