All Chapters of A Faked Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The last days of college have happened. Hectic was an underexaggeration. There had been so many things to do. So many people to see... say goodbye to... The celebration of graduating was tainted with the sad goodbyes as friends left for home. The uncertainty if you would actually see them again. Promises, of course, that you would, but that knowledge that words meant very little. It all had created an emptiness within my heart. Things were changing and I didn’t think I liked it. Yes. A new beginning, which was always exciting, but I had loved the time I had spent at college. I was most certainly not ready for giving it up. The time there had passed by far too quickly...Tap. Tap. Tap. There was a gently knocking at my door. “Only me.” Zaine’s voice greeted me as the door slowly opened while I took a slow look around my room. Likely the last time I would. Only it barely looked like my room anymore. Anything that made it mine was now gone. Everything was already packed. The room was ba

Silence. I would love to say it was golden. But when it meant your friend was annoyed with you it left a sour taste within your mouth. An unsettled feeling within your belly. I did not like feeling like this. Especially when I knew this was all my own doing. I should have let my parents know sooner that Presley was coming. She had every right to be annoyed with me.She was already doing so much for me in coming to my pack. Offering to be my 'mate' in order for me to gain my Alpha title. All so my parents would back off and stop pushing for an arranged marriage. That was above and beyond for a friend. I knew that and she knew it too. But I had let her down by bringing her into a worse situation than it needed to be. The whole situation was already going to be bad enough. My Dad was an ass to say the least. Needing control over every little detail. So, him having no knowledge over Presley and our 'situation', as well as not knowing she was even visitng, was literally like feeding her to

We walked into my family home, one where I had always loved being in until I had left for college. Then returning here was more of a chore than a pleasantry. And today was even worse. I felt like I was being walked to my death. The dark glares from my father were enough to fill me with dread. He was not being discreet in his displeasure in the situation we were currently in. While that irritated me because it was rude toward Presley, it also filled me with fear because when irritated my father could be unpredictable...Thankfully, I did not think Presley had been given much of an opoprtunity to notice. She had been swept up by my mother at the first chance, and already, my Mum had hooked her arm through Presley’s guiding her through the doorway. She was bombarding her with questions while my friend simply smiled politely and answered them as best she could when my Mum actually stopped long enough to take a breath for air. My mother's polite form of interrogation, I suppose you could s

The second I was away from Presley the interrogation started. Demanding why I was landing this on them at such short notice. How dare I not let them know of such an important thing? I stood there, with my Dad all up in my face, looking at him in nothing but shock. I slowly shook my head. “But I did tell you.” I snapped. “I told you there was a girl, or have you conveniently forgotten that?”This was what had confused me from the moment they reacted this way. When I had finally agreed to this whole situation with Presley I had notified my parents that the search for a bride needed to stop, I had told them I had been seeing somebody. Admittedly, I had been vague with the detail, but I had told them there was a girl. A girl I was serious about and one I believed could be suitable for a chosen mate. So, while they were here acting like they knew nothing, I had made them somewhat aware.The information I had given them had been enough so that it had stopped the incessant messages about the

I did as much as I could to sit there with Presley and my parents for as long as I possibly could, but it became too much too fast. Their incessant questions, and my father’s sideways glances were making me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t doubt for a moment that they had bought our lie, but I could tell from his body language that he was irritated at the way I had gone about it all. He did not like the fact that his control had been taken away from him in this situation.While he was being more than friendly to Presley now, which I did appreciate, I did not think he was happy at the prospect it was me that had found her and not him. My Dad wanted that control over me. Like he always did. And that darkness lingering within his gaze as he looked at me told me this would not be the end of this conversation with him.Presley was doing amazingly. That beautiful smile upon her face as she did as she always did, and being charming. She was charming my parents. And, oddly, I would have to say, i