Chapter 9

Wesley's POV

"Are you sure about this Wesley?" Fabian asked for the umpteenth time as I stared out of the window as we drove through the city, heading back to the packhouse.

"I already told you Fabian, yes, I'm sure about it. I felt the sparks and even Wade confirmed it. He wouldn't be lying." I replied with a tired sigh, rubbing my temples.

"Oh, it just sounds weird. You know, finding your mate in such a motel. No one would've definitely expected that."

"Is there much to be expected from me, Fabian?" I asked in a low voice, glancing at him before looking back at the window. He wouldn't expect I'd find my mate in a grand way like the other wolves, I'm pretty okay with this, I've gotten used to not expecting big things from anywhere, besides she was really beautiful and I’m okay with that. At first, I did not like that I was fated to her, because she appeared to hate me for no reason. But I felt like things were going to change, besides I wouldn’t be so ludicrous to reject such beauty.