Plot Twist

Chapter 16

Congrats to me - I managed not to sound like I was speaking gibberish.

He quirked an eyebrow, "'Creepy wolf thing'?"

"You know what I'm talking about - when you got all weird with my neck," I replied, my fingers subconsciously coming to rest on the spot he'd kissed. The area seemed to tingle under my touch.

Someone please tell me that actually happened and it wasn't just years of pent up Harry Styles sexual tension making me hallucinate.

We stood only maybe a foot apart from each other, and for the first time I noticed he was, like, seriously taller than me. As in, 'my head reaches the top of his shoulders' kind of tall. Which was odd, because Harry Styles was approximately 5'11 and this guy was more around the height of 6'4. I'd probably be more interested in the height difference if there wasn't bigger issues to deal with.

Not going to lie though - that really enhances the attraction for me here.

He gazed intensely at me for a second or so before his lips turned up into a small smile, "I apologize for that and if it made you uncomfortable. This is not exactly how I quite pictured meeting my mate for the first time, honestly." His accent drifted to my ears and I'm not kidding - my knees felt a little wobbly.

Remember, Cal: under no circumstances are you allowed to jump him.

I repeat: do NOT jump him.

And, absolutely, never tell him that his accent gives you an 'eargasm'. Eargasm is not a socially acceptable word.

"Oh? And how did you picture all of this mate business going exactly, then?" I retorted, swallowing sharply.

There's that word again.

Mate.

Mate, mate, mate, mate, mate.

It was the golden question. All freaking out and fangirling aside, the realization only kept nagging at me: the man in front of me - who could easily pass as Harry Styles' identical twin brother - was the person I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. I wanted to avoid it, really. It was easier to focus on the fact that he looked like my idol than the fact that he was my soul mate.

I mean, fuck, I was kind of under the impression that one of the perks of being the human sister of the main character was that I didn't have to think about this stuff. I wasn't supposed to have a plot. Acca had said it herself - my purpose here was to help. It's not that I didn't luck out in the 'mate' department either - I definitely did - but the idea of just having one made my chest tighten slightly.

Let's not forget this is technically a completely shitty werewolf wattpad novel/alternate dimension still. The standard of mate-based relationships include: rejection, growling, someone constantly screaming, 'mine' and the ridiculous nickname, 'kitten'.

Harry Styles or not, if this guy even thinks about calling me 'kitten', I'm outtie.

However, I'm guessing this is Alpha King Mason.

Which would make me Queen.

I'd be a fucking Queen.

Holy shit.

To Mrs. Roake, my third grade teacher who scolded me for bringing in a crown and scepter for career day, joke's on you. Turns out, being a Queen is a realistic career choice for me.