Chapter 5

Grayson:

So now, we're sitting in Prince Gabriel's room.

"Hey, wanna play 20 questions?" He asks me.

"Ok fine, I start. What's your wifi password?" I ask, pulling out my phone. He sighs and takes his phone out. After scrolling through some stuff, he says:

"C43 98S MW1," He replies.

"Ok my turn. Can you tell me your name?" He asks.

"Yes I can. My turn, how old are you, like, 30?" I ask, smirking. He glares at me.

"I'm 18... And you didn't answer my question," He states. 

"Yes I did, you didn't ask me what's my name, you asked me if I can tell you my name," I say. He rolled his eyes.

"What's your name?' He asks.

"My name is a noun. Just like every other name," I say, smirking. He groans in annoyance.

"Do you have any siblings?" I ask.

"Yeah, Lilly and Micheal. Lilly's 5 years old and Micheal is 12," He says. I nod understandingly.

"How do you spell your name?" He asks. Wow he's really desperate to know my name...

"With letters. Duh.”

"Fuck it," He says. I smile in victory.

"What's your favorite color?" I ask. 

"Green. Really bright green. I always thought that my mate would have bright green eyes, but I guess I was wrong," He replies. I have bright green eyes... Why would he want his mate to have bright green eyes, I mean, it's hideous.

"My turn. How old are you?" He asks me.

"Hmm... Wait... So... 1,2,3,... Yeah ok, I'm 4 years old," I say, counting my fingers. He narrows his eyes at me.

"Seriously? Do I look stupid to you?" He asks me.

"Ok, I swear I'm not lying. I'm 4 years old," I say. He stares at me in disbelief.

"H-how?" He asks.

"My turn. When's your birthday?" I ask. He sighs and places his head on his hands.

"March 1st," He replies. My jaw drops. He looks up and stares at me.

Why are you so surprised?" He asks.

"Nothing, it's just that..." I trail off. He raises an eyebrow at me.

"That what?" 

"My birthday is on February 29th. But when there is no February 29th, I celebrate my birthday on March 1st," I mumble. His eyes widened.

"Oh, so that's why you're saying you're 4. So you're 16?" 

"My turn. When's the best time to attempt to escape? Not like I would ever try to escape or anything..." I ask. He eyes me suspiciously.

"Well, I guess the nighttime, but you'll be wrapped in my arms all night, so really, there is no time to escape.”  I furrow my eyebrows.

"What? Oh... Oh hell no! We are NOT sharing a bed!" I yell. He chuckles.

"Oh yes we are. Anyways, it's my turn. How old are you? Like, normal human years?”

"I'm 17..." I mumble.

"Damn... So you won't feel the mate bond...”

"My turn. Where's the kitchen?" I ask.

"Why? I mean, I never thought you'd be interested in cooking..." He says.

"We've just met hours ago. And it's not your turn to ask questions yet," I state. He motions me to follow him. Wait... This could be my chance to escape... A small smile crept on my face.

However, that smile disappeared as soon as Prince Poopface wrapped his arm around my waist. Tightly, may I add.

"What do you think you're doing?" I ask abruptly. 

"Making sure you're not going to escape," He answers, pulling me closer. I elbow him in his rib, hearing him groan, and sprinted as fast as I could. Unfortunately, I tripped on his foot, and was about to fall headfirst down the stairs. I quickly place my hands on the floor, doing a cartwheel and landing smoothly on the fifth step. Prince Shithead quickly runs up to me and pulls me on his side once again.

"Your escape plan backfired, again," He states. I growl lowly.

"Great cartwheel though," He added. We walked down the stairs, with me struggling to get out of his grip. He walked into the kitchen, and let go of me. He stood infront of the door, so I can't escape.

"Go on, do whatever you want," He tells me. I walked over and looked in every drawer, until I found what I wanted. I smirked, and grabbed a small knife, shoving it in the dagger pocket in my boot. 

"Hey, no!" Prince Gabriel yells, running towards me. I quickly grab a much larger knife and close the drawer. He stops once I hold out the knife

"You said I could do whatever I want..." I say, with a glint of mischief in my eyes, taking a step towards him. He gulps and steps backwards. He backs up till his back hits a wall, and I take this opportunity to attack. Just as I was about to lunge, a women barged into the kitchen. Once she sees the scene, she screams out in terror. Holy shit, can I murder someone in peace? Is that too much to ask for?

In a flash, the King and Queen, and many other people are standing in front of the kitchen. I quickly drop the knife and grab an apple, trying to act casual.

"Fiona, why did you yell?" The Queen asks. Fiona stares at us shakily.  

"I-I walked in... T-t-then, I s-saw her holding a kn-knife, and she was a-almost about to attack the P-P-Prince..." She stuttered. Seriously? Everyone glares at me.

"Umm... Whaaaaaaat? That's crazy, I mean like I don't even have a knife. Fiona or whatever must have been hallucinating or something.” Everyone keeps glaring at me.

"Umm, excuse me please," I say, pushing past the door.

"Hey, don't let her go!" I hear Prince Gabriel yell. Too late, I'm already sprinting towards the front door. Mmm... I can already taste the freedom...

"GUARDS, STOP HER!"

Before I could even blink, something rams into my side, sending me flying to the opposite wall. I hit my head, hard, and slide to the floor. I start to feel weaker. I touch the back of my head, and felt something wet and warm. I look at my hand. Yep.. It's blood... My eyelids suddenly feel very heavy. It's hard to keep my eyes open. Black dots start to cloud my vision. I hear people rushing towards me, screaming and yelling. Too much noise... I close my eyes, and blacked out. Man, I really need to train to become more durable...

Prince Gabriel's POV: 

I run over to the front door and see my mate laying there. In a puddle of blood. Unconscious.

"WHAT DID YOU TO HER?" I yell to the guard. He scratches the back of his head nervously.

"Well, you said stop her, so I kinda... Ran into her side. And her head kinda... Hit the wall..." He says. I clench my fists in anger. I'll deal with him later. I hurriedly picked up my mate, placing my hand under her head to try and stop the blood from coming out. I could still feels the random sparks that I get everytime we touch. I ran to the pack hospital. The Doctor places her on a bed and urges me to get out. I sit on the little waiting chair. 

I mean, even if she was just about to kill me, I still care about her. Weird, right?

"It's called falling in love..." Gavin sighs

"Isn't it too early to fall in love? I mean, I don't even know her name yet," I state.

"She's our mate. It's love at first sight." 

"I don't believe in love at first sight." 

"Well you already fell in love with her," He responds, cutting off the mind-link. I sigh and sit back on the chair. As soon I the doctor comes out of the room, I jump up and run to him.

"Well, she is a quick healer. We've already bandaged her up and she's ready to go!" He says. Really? That's super fast healing. Well I guess I think it makes sense because she's an Alpha...

I run in her room, and see her grab a needle.

"Put that back." She shakes her head and slides it down her sleeve. I try to take it back from her, just as the Doctor walks in. 

"Doctor help!!!" She fakes as I tried to get the needle. The Doctor immediately runs over and breaks us apart. I look at her; her head was all bandaged up, it kind of seemed like she was wearing a beige beanie.

"When can I take this shit out?" She asks the Doctor, pointing at her bandages. The Doctor and I both chuckle.

"Well, you should be healed by tomorrow morning," He states. She nods her head.

"We should get going, thank you Doctor."

"Anytime," He responds. I wrap my arm around her waist and start walking out the door. She starts to squirm and punch me, trying to get out of my grip, but that only makes me grip onto her tighter. 

"Let me go!" She yells. Does she really think I'm letting her go? 

"No can do, sweetheart," I reply.

"Don't call me sweetheart." I sigh in annoyance and drag her home, despite her complaints.