All Chapters of A Faked Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Presley and I had sat through her film of choice in an awkward silence. My head felt like it was spinning. I didn’t know what it was I was feeling towards her, or what it was I was hoping to do; but Presley had made herself more than clear that what had just happened was not to be spoken about, so I remained quiet. I did not want to risk her panicking and heading home. I did not want my earlier actions to be the thing that caused my friend to turn her back on me and walk away. So, instead, I sat quietly as the film played out, and let my mind wander. My conscience heavy with guilt for what I had done.Soon, I had noticed the heavy weight of Presley’s head upon my shoulder, telling me she had done what she so often would when we had our movie nights, and crashed out. I could probably count on one hand the amount of films she had watched through to the end with me. There must be something about the comfort of a sofa, and the relaxation of watching a movie that sent my friend to sleep; b

I had heard her correctly. No matter how much I wanted to convince myself otherwise, I knew that I had. Presley was implying all of my doubts were in my own head. But would that mean that they were my own imagination? Was that what she was saying? It sure as hell felt that way…My eyes focused upon her, as anger bubbled in my veins. How could my friend say something so hurtful? I had opened up to her so many times in the past about my feelings, and this was what she came back to me with now? I felt betrayed. “Do you know how much that fucking hurts?” I snapped. “I thought you were different. I trusted you.”Presley shook her head. Her entire body language changed in an instant. Gone was the laidback and casual Presley. This was a more defensive and argumentative Presley. “I have done nothing to make you think anything has changed. This is your own mind, Zee. Do not let it win.” She reached for my hand, in a bid to reassure me, but I snatched it back. How fucking dare she?! She was say

Hearing Presley speak to my father that way took me by surprise, but hearing him snarl at her angered me. Whether I had agreed to her wanting to call him or not, she was simply trying to help me. She did not need his temper taking out on her. So, before he was even able to say anything in response to her, I came to her defense. “Do not snarl at her.” I snapped. “She is here trying to help, and does not deserve your anger.”My attitude earned a raised brow glance from Presley, but my focus was more on my Dad who no doubt was currently fuming at the other end of the telephone. He did not like being disagreed with. And even less so, did he like being stood up to. There was a slight grunt of derision from him before he begun to talk. “Help?” My father’s tone was that same demeaning tone he so often used when talking to me. “And had she heard of respecting her elders? Especially those of rank? Because I am telling you now Zaine, she will not fit into our pack, planned Luna or not, if she i

Having thrown our clothes back into their bags and packed almost as easily as we had unpacked, but in a much more somber mood, we had left the beach house far too early for my liking. Despite my low mood at the thought of leaving, I was not going to force Presley to remain somewhere she did not want to be. I think, as it was, she was already likely on the verge of contemplating heading back to her home pack. And, who could blame her? Who would want to stay around for the mess that my life seemed to be? I was an upcoming Alpha whose life was spiraling out of control. Nobody in the right mind would want to be around to get caught in the aftermath.The journey home was an awkwardly silent one. Far from the usual driving trips me and my friend would take together. No laughter. No incessant crazily random chatter. No singing. None of the things that I loved about spending time with Presley. The longer I sat looking at the road, the more I began to regret my decision to bring her to my pack

I could feel their eyes upon me. Not just the eyes of my parents this time. Presley too. She seemed to have joined them. Joined them in their judgment. Their critical looks. I could feel my whole body tensing. My heart pounding. This was not comfortable. I did not want to be here, yet I felt weighed down. Stuck to the spot. Unable to move.If they weren’t looking at me, I was aware of them exchanging glances between themselves. Knowing glances. Glances that communicated their thoughts. Their judgment. All thinking so very lowly of me. Of my failure. It would not be long until my father realized just how much of a failure his son truly was. What I feared most, was would he cast me out then?Obviously, Presley had not formally been made a member of our pack yet, so she was unable to mindlink with my parents, so all her communications with them were with looks alone; none of which appeared to be good. But I could see my parents exchanging conversation back and forth