New Father

Zelda

What the freaking hell!

She must be kidding!

What is wrong with my mother? Why the hell would she think that I need a father at this age? I’m almost twenty for crying out loud.

What do I need a father for? To spoon feed me? Or to read me a bedtime story?

Like hell!

When will my mother see that I’m a fully grown woman and I don’t need a father? Not at this age.

Besides, the guy looks nothing like dad material. I mean, he’s too handsome to be.

I ran up to my room, leaving my mother and her boyfriend or should I say my new dad or…. Mate. I don’t even know how to address him.

Urgh… can things get any worse for me?

Wasn’t Jake’s betrayal enough pain for one night? Why did the goddess have to add this?

With my back to the door, I sat on the floor and hugged my knees as I tried to recall all that happened.

All I saw was his smiling face and his tightly knitted abs.

What the hell, Zel!

What am I thinking?

I tapped my cheek to take a reality check. This is totally wrong.

I mean, could it be an error from above? Like a mismatch or something.

I find it hard to believe that I spent two years waiting for my mate and now that my wolf finally cried mate, it had to be my mom’s boyfriend. My supposed would-be dad.

It sounds gross.

Well, not so gross though. It would have been gross if he was an old man with a bald head and a pot belly. But this is the outright opposite.

The guy is a handsome stud, with badass abs and tight biceps. I just can't get over the sight.

“Zelda. Baby, open the door,” Mom knocked fervently.

She was worried. I knew she would with the way I took to my heels at the sight of her boyfriend.

“I’m fine mom. I just need to rest,” I managed to say.

I do not want to be the reason why my mom worries. She deserves all the happiness in the world after all she’s been through.

“But you didn’t even say hi to Drake. Don’t you like him?”

Like him? Really?

“Mom, I….” My words got stuck on my tongue as he spoke.

“Let her be, Hon, she will be fine.”

Oh my.

Was that a human? He speaks like a god.

His baritone is divine.

I’ve never heard anything like it.

I mean, how is it even possible to be so complete?

“Yes mom. I’ll be fine,” I agreed.

“Alright baby, I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner.”

I exhaled sharply.

Mom won’t let me off unless I agree to that at least. “Alright Mom,” I concurred.

I waited until I heard mom’s receding steps before I went to bed. I buried myself behind the sheets and shut my eyes in an attempt to think of all that had happened, but there was only his image reappearing.

Even though I still felt bitter in some parts of my heart from Jake’s betrayal, my mind still brings me back to the hot stud in my house.

*********

I woke up to the loud singing of the goldfinch right outside my window. With my hand emplaced on my forehead, I hissed as I was greeted by a headache.

Slowly, I sat up and caught a glimpse of the time on my bedside clock. I jumped as I saw the time.

Oh my freaking goodness!

I was out of bed and on my feet running straight to the bathroom.

I slept in. I fucking slept in!

It’s past 8am and I’m still in bed. I can’t believe that I slept past my resumption time. Now Randolph is going to bite my ears off.

I work as a waitress in a concession store a few miles away from my house.

My boss, Randolph Smith, is a pro at whining. He never stops. Especially when he has a good reason to, and right now, I just presented the perfect excuse to chew my brains out.

I geared myself up in a white retro shirt and blue jeans, paired with white sneakers. I picked up my backpack and dashed off.

The house was extremely quiet as I ran down the stairs. As usual, mom had breakfast packed for me. I picked up my food and sent it straight to my backpack and dashed off to the garage.

However, for the first time ever, I found my truck missing in the garage.

Mom doesn’t drive. Who could have taken my car?

Damnit! My supposed dad probably did.

As soon as he came up, I was immediately reminded of what happened yesterday.

Who the f*ck is this guy and why did my wolf call him mate?

‘Because he’s our mate, dummy.’

I looked behind me in search of the one who had just spoken. Even though I had an inkling who it was, I just couldn’t believe it.

After the night I first shifted, my wolf never spoke to me afterwards. I thought she was disappointed or displeased over the body she had to reside in. Apparently she was hiding because we hadn’t found our mate.

She spent two years sulking.

‘I wasn’t sulking,’ Snow yelled in my head.

I ignored her and chose to focus on getting to work. I could shift and run in my wolf form, but I'd have to take a detour through the woods and that would take longer.

Walking was no fun either, so I chose to run.

I had only run for a few seconds when my gray Peugeot truck suddenly parked in front of me. The window rolled down and his auburn air came into view.

Oh shit!

Why did it have to be him? And why now?

As if I wasn’t haunted enough by his unearthly beauty, he had to burden me with his genial smile as he said, “You do not mind a lift, do you?”