Chapter Fifty Three

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Camille cleared her throat, "You know, I think I left the iron on."

"I think I left the iron on too," Aileen agreed, catching her drift.

Jacob, who had just finished climbing out of the laundry basket, looked confused. "You guys are such idiots, I can't believe you both-"

"Let's go," Aileen said, pushing him towards the door.

Right before they got out though, he paused and exclaimed, "Wait a second- we don't even have an iron!"

Aileen gave an exasperated sigh and finally shoved him out, Camille closing the door behind them.

That was weird.

After the door shut, Carson raised his eyebrows at me and said, referring to my injury, "At least you have a cool story?"

This brought a laugh to my face and relief seemed to break out into his face.

He pushed away from the wall and came over to crouch next to the bed as I pushed myself up into a sitting position.

"Does it hurt?" He asked tenderly, brushing hair away from the bandage.

I shook my head. "Not much. It's just kind of a dull aching."

He frowned. "I hope you don't have a concussion. I'll have to call in my cousin to check you out."

"Doctor?"

He shook his head. "No, he just has a thing for injured girls."

"Haha!" I laughed harder, wincing as the pain in my head increased.

"Sorry," He said, watching me. "No more jokes."

"It's ok, jokes are what I need," I told him. "So... what happened? I just remember talking to Jacob's grandma and..."

I trailed off as it hit me.

We were "mates".

God, I didn't even plan on getting married.

He watched as my face slowly fell, and his eyebrows creased together. "What's wrong?"

I pursed my lips. "So... is there anything you want to tell me?"

He paused. "Not really."

"Anything about... love?"

He thought for a second Then sighed heavily. "Ok fine. I dated a girl in highschool, but she turned out to be a satanist. How did you find out about that, did Jacob tell you?"

My eyes widened, "What?"

He paused. "Wait, was that not what you were talking about?"

"N-no," I stammered, still thinking about what he had just said. "I was talking about us being mates!"

"Oooooh," He said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeahhhh."

I raised my eyebrows expectantly, waiting for him to elaborate.

He didn't say anything.

"So, is it true?" I pressed.

"Umm..." He trailed off. "Yeah?"

Oh God.

I immediately started to freak out.

"No, nonononono!" I exclaimed, my hearting raving. "I can't be your mate- I'm not ready for this type of commitment! Heck, it took three years of dating for me to let John even kiss me!"

"It's fine it's- Wait a second. Who is John?"

"I can't do this! I'm not ready!" I continued. "Why didn't you tell me!?"

"Because I knew you'd freak out like this!" He responded. "And dont change the subject, I want to know who John is!"

"Freak out? Freak out?!" I took in a heaving breath, "I AM COMPLETELY CALM!!!"

There was a pause.

"... I can see that..." Carson said, subtly inching away.

His attempts to get away suddenly made me realize how crazy I was being, and I took a deep breath.

"Tell more more about what this means," I requested lowly, calming a bit.

He looked up at the ceiling, considering what to tell me. "Well, I'm a werewolf right? Well, we live in groups, called packs. Mine is here in this neighborhood. It's pretty small, and very close. Jacob's brother is the leader, the Alpha, and mine is the second, the Beta."

"So you guys like the Greek alphabet," I noted.

He gave me a pointed look, telling me to shut up, and continued.

"One day Jacob and I will take their positions. Since we are werewolves, we have soulmates, which we refer to as mates. And you're mine. I crossed paths with you one day and realized it. And the rest is history."

"So that's why you kidnapped me," I mused. "Well, you sure know how to get all the girls, huh?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry for not telling you earlier."

"I just need some time," I said, my brain still spinning.

"I have one more thing to say though," He said.

Then, Carson sat on the bed next to me and looked me deep into the eyes.

"I know what I did was wrong, so I just want you to know that if you want to, you can leave."

I gasped. I can leave?

This changes everything.

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