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Chapter 3 Austin Montes
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2022-08-20 08:42:54Mia's P.o.v:
I wake up with the sun on my face. Ugh. Why does my head hurt?
"Mom, why did you open the curtains?" I ask.
"Mom?" an unknown voice asks me. "Since when did I become your mom, Cutie-pie?"
I let out a scream when I opened my eyes and saw Damian. "What are you doing in my room?"
"Your room?" he says. "Cutie-pie, had you opened your beautiful eyes earlier, you would've seen this isn't your room nor your home."
I take a look around. He is, in fact, right. This isn't my bedroom. Omg, why am I so stupid? I feel myself become red with embarrassment.
"Why does my head hurt so much?" I ask Damian. "What happened?"
"Maybe because you are experiencing a hangover?" he said. "Do you remember what happened last night?"
"Hangover?" I ask. "But I don't drink. I don't remember anything from last night."
"Well, princess, last night you did drink a lot."
"What else happened last night?"
"Well, you and Nella had a lot to drink. Mike and I had to carry you and Nella to the car 'cause you guys didn't want to leave," Damian retells the horrific details of last night. "Nella passed out. Before that, you asked me if I found you cute, and then you were about to kiss me."
I feel myself blush again. "Are you sure it was me?"
"Yes, who else would I call cutie pie? Who else would have blushed when I called them cutie pie?
Oh my god, stop. I'm horrified as I feel myself swoon at his words.
"I'm still not sure that was me," I joke.
Damian chuckles. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes," I replied.
"You can go and freshen up. I am going to ask Nella to bring you some clothes. When you're ready to come downstairs," he says, ready to walk out of his bedroom. "Oh, and there is an extra toothbrush under the sink."
As soon as he exits the room, I go to the bathroom. When I finish, I go back to the room and find folded clothes on the bed. When did she come in?
I make my way downstairs. When I get downstairs, into the kitchen, I see someone familiar sitting on the dining table. I just can't place where I've seen him.
"Mia, how do you like your eggs?" I hear someone ask me. Their voices sound far away.
"Uh, scrambled," I replied.
"Mia, this is Austin Montes," he introduces me. "Austin this is Jessica Mia Jones"
He really looks familiar. Where have I seen him? I ransack my brain but I can't seem to figure it out.
"Nice to meet you, Mia. Is it ok if I call you Mia?"
When we shake hands, I feel some whiplash. I shake my head slightly to get rid of the dizziness.
"Uh, yeah, that's ok," I replied.
"Mia, come sit. Your food is done cooking," someone says.
"Sorry, what did you say?" I snap out of it.
"Come and eat," Damian repeats himself.
"Austin, do I know you from somewhere?" I ask "You kind of remind me of my brother."
"You have a brother?" Damian ask
"Yeah, the last time I saw him was 10 years ago," I say.
"You know that's a coincidence. My little sister was kidnaped 10 years ago," Austin states.
"What was she like?" I ask.
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Damian's P.o.v:
"Ace, don't they look alike?" I ask my wolf.
"Yeah, ," said my wolf
"She was the sweetest girl. She liked to wake up early in the morning just to see the sunrise," Austin says. "When it was almost over, she'd run into my bedroom, yelling at me to get up, so I'd see fully rise."
"I do the same. Every time I see the sunrise, it's like a new beginning," Mia says.
I watch his eyes fill with tears. Why is he tearing up?
"You know my sister used to say that to me every morning," Austin reveals.
"Austin, can you come with me for a second?" I interrupt their conversation. Austin stands up fast and follows me outside.
"Do you really think she's your sister?" I blurt out.
"Yes. Although, I feel it in my bones. I know she is my sister," he says. "Gosh, it's been 10 years. Do you remember 10 years ago, there was a big war between the Royals and the rogues?"
"Yes, the royal family were massacred," I replied.
"Actually, no, some of us survived and left," he says. "That day was when my sister was kidnapped.
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