His Last Choice

Chapter 8

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Peyton's POV

I had no problem helping my mom out before dinner.  It was one of my chores I was happy to oblige. Being able to spend some quality time with her, just the two of us, was always refreshing.  But today I noticed her taking glances at me when she thought I wasn't looking and it bothered me.

"Mom, can you stop? If you have something on your mind, just out with it already."

Surprised at being caught, she places the plate in her hands into the dishwasher. "Am I that obvious?" 

I nod. "What's on your mind?" 

"I noticed ever since those boys have taken resident in your home, you have been a bit tense. I know having them stay here without tell you girl's in advance was unfair of your father to do. But the matter of their stay was urgent. If anything ever bothers you you can always tell me or your father."

"It wasn't fair." I was going to be honest. "But I know it isn't my place to complain. Besides, I don't want to whine like Ash or Sam. They do that beautifully already." I grinned. "Them being here makes me uneasy because...well...they are guys." I flushed red. 

Mom's eyes twinkled in amusement and she wrapped an arm around my shoulders pulling me into her warm hug. "It is strange. I understand. Being in a house full of girls...I don't know how your can father put up with it, but he survived. He gained a couple grey hairs over the years but he survived. 

We both laughed recollecting the times my sisters and I have caused so much mischief in the past few years. 

"You never know. One of them could be your mate." She teased and I gasped in shock. 

"Don't say that!" I pretended to be outraged. 

Mom rolled her eyes. "Darling, don't raise your voice like that. You sound so much like your father--it's frightening."

"I don't think any of them could be my mate." I crossed my arms and moved stepped backward giving us some distance. 

"And why not?" She tilted her chin waiting for me to give her a logical answer. 

"I...uhh...I don't feel that spark, or love." Suddenly the shock I felt this morning when Soren's finger brushed against my skin came into mine. I assured myself that that incident never happened and there was no meaning to it. 

"Darling. Love is not what's described in romance novels or movies. It doesn't just happen in an instant. Love is so much deeper than that and it can only be felt right here." She placed a finger on the center of my heart. "It is felt in your heart and, it is sweet and painful at the same time. It's a process that grows over time." 

"That sounds complicated." And confusing. 

"I don't expect you to find your mate in any of those boys, but I do hope you open yourself up more. I want you to have more friends. You rarely speak to anyone outside our pack. They might have same interests as you."

"Fine. I will try socializing." I promised her. "I just find their attitudes annoying." Soren's attitude especially. He acted as if he was trying to win my attention all the time. The more he tried the more I wanted to stay away from him. But despite how annoyed I wanted to feel, his presence made my stomach flutter. 

"What do you mean?" 

"It's nothing..." I didn't want to tell her that some guy was irritating me. "They act like guys."