She was too beautiful for my taste and I couldn't blame her for her possessive nature. Austin was the most handsome man that I ever set eyes on. But he was mine! I stood there locked in place my heart tearing apart, trying to range in my wolf that was viciously trying to break free and tore her hand off of my mate.
'He is human!' I shouted at her inside my head, desperately trying to control her. 'You will scare him to death! Him and half the people in here! You are risking exposure!'
'I should tear her to shreds...' Came her curt reply.
'NO!' I commanded using all my strength to submit her. 'This is wrong!'
"You seem familiar!" I heard his deep masculine voice for the first time, shivers traveled up and down my spine and my wolf whimpered in need. "Do I know you?"
"Oh no baby!" The woman talked emphasizing her claim which didn't help with my cause at all. "I think I haven't seen her ever before!" and she continued on a lower voice which she thought I couldn't hear but the fact that I was a werewolf obviously eluded her. "I think she is not of our status!"
'Petty little human skunk I will show you our status!' My wolf growled making me cringe involuntarily while fighting to stay in my position.
"Penelope? Penelope? Nellie?" Kostas's horrified voice sounded startling me and then I felt his arms grabbing my shoulders reassuringly. "There you are!" He said faking a calmer tone because he knew that my wolf was going berserk through our mind link.
He looked at me for a second puzzled, then at him, then at her and then he sniffed. He must have caught my mixed scent of lust and anger. Realization dawned at his face and he retook his time looking at all three of us. While my mate, Austin, was staring intently at Kostas hands on my shoulders and the human sized Barbie doll was trying to intimidate me with her gaze. Not gonna happen sugar! I thought and I felt my humanity slipping away slowly but surely.
"Penelope!" Kostas voice as gentle as it was startled me once more and his hand gripped my shoulders harder. "Come on, let's go!"
But I couldn't find the strength in me to listen to him. I felt my hands trembling while my whole being shook with the start of the transformation. She had taken over and this time I didn't mind much I could tear her to shreds for touching my mate. Suddenly I found myself engulfed in a hug, Kostas citrus scent all around me. All I could see was red.
'You both can see what is going on around us!' He utter to both me and my wolf through our pack link.
"Πάμε! Πηνελόπη, δεν αξίζει πάμε!" ( Let's go! Penelope, it's not worth it!)
'You dare say that my mate is not worth it?'
My wolf had gone mad; it was the first time in all my life that she used the mind link all by herself. I didn't even know that this was possible because it was like two different beings being kept together in a human body each being had certain abilities. Through I was not sure if mind link was an ability my wolf obtained.
'No alpha!' Kostas replied with remorse knowing fully well that this could be my undoing 'I meant that blond bimbo is not worth it!'
My wolf huffed and started restlessly passing around. Kostas started pushing me, leading me away from my mate, away from my destiny, while both I and my wolf fought for control, fought so we could finally claim our mate. I could feel his stare on my back and the shivers were still there. I wanted to reassure myself that everything would be okay by touching him but my wolf would have none of that. She wanted blood, that blond skunk's blood.
"Penelope..." I heard Austin whisper behind us his tone confused.
I knew he must have felt the connection. It was enough to make my wolf calm down a little and I willingly let Kostas take me away. I didn't want to scare my mate. I didn't want Austin to hate me. I felt tears in my eyes as I was led out of the ballroom and to the hall. People were staring at us oddly but I couldn't find it in me to care. Kostas took us up the stairs to my room where I let myself took deep calming breaths clenching and unclenching my fists.
My wolf started whimpering in need and realization where I proceeded in crying my eyeballs out, feeling my heart breaking every single time I thought about those gorgeous hazel eyes.
Kostas stood by my side all the night, whispering calming words to my deaf ears. I didn't care for anything else except that I had found my mate and he was lost to me.
A human for an Alpha... How could I tell my father that? Or better yet how could I tell myself not to want him. Now I understand why mates were so important in our society. Now that I finally found mine, it was like all my thoughts were about him. Like my universe started and ended with him and I haven't even spoken to him one word. Everything in me screamed for him and he had someone else.
My love had someone else...
Austin's P.O.V.
It was two thirty in the morning when I fell face first to the white couch of my living room trying to bloke out Tiffany's demanding voice. What more could I do for her to understand that there was nothing wrong? I spend all my evening with her, all my night with her, I left with her, took her to my home where she invited herself into cohabitation two weeks ago. But I never, ever complained. In fact I liked it. It was as it was supposed to be.
My parents wanted this. I reminded myself all the time. Their only dream and prospect was to see me and Tiffany married. That was all they were talking about since I was just a child. They wanted to join families, join business, two of the richest families in our state.
After ignoring their wills for so long, after giving them grief with my irresponsibility as an adolescent and young adult, I fail them on so many levels. They left before seeing me get a hold of myself, though I did and I am proud of that I hope they will be happy wherever they are.
I was ready to do the right thing, the thing they wanted from the start. The wanted a marriage with the Wellingtons and that I will give them. I would do that for them, in their memory. I would join our families.
Though I might not still handle the business the way they liked, I might have invested our family's money on other kind of occupation selling many of our enterprises here and converted them into clubs, hotels and restaurants. I will still do this favor to them; I would marry Tiffany and hope that their souls would rest in peace knowing that their family was left in capable hands.
Tiffany was an angel, she was gorgeous, well studied, well mannered and she loved my siblings. She was the perfect role model for all my family to look up to, especially my sister Anne whom our parent's death three years ago wore out the most and she had taken a turn for the worst since she turned fifteen. I am sure Tiffany would take a mother like role for my younger sister too, Natalie, who was only three.
But Tiffany, all she could talk about now was about that girl. That girl... Oh that girl... Those eyes, a bottomless forest green which were like piercing inside my soul. The way she looked at me, making shivers run down my spine... Penelope, it suited her perfectly. She seemed so gorgeously beautiful; it was like the room shined in her presence. And that body... GOD that body...
"You don't listen to me at all! Do you?" Tiffany's voice broke through my reveries.
"I am sorry..." I muttered and rubbed my face with my hands trying to clear my mind from dark places that shouldn't go. "Today took a lot out of me!"
"Aw! Poor, poor baby!" She purred and I turned around to look at her, she had her seductive smile on.
OH NO! I am so NOT in the mood right now. And it pained me to say that I was not in mood because she was next to me and not the pretty girl from the ball. No, not the girl, that beautiful woman that spontaneously popped out of the crowd; stealing all my coherent thoughts at once.
"Let me make you feel better!" Tiffany said confirming my thoughts.
"I think now wouldn't be the right time! The kids might come down..." I started.
"Shh..." She said putting a well manicured finger on my lips.
Oh shit, are women these days trying to convert nails into murder weapons? Her nails looked lethal! Her lips soon replaced her finger, roughly trying to take me down in a game of possession and I kissed back, without wanting to disappoint and hear another rant. Oh the terror of her rants!
"That it was!" We heard a high pitched scream which broke us apart. "No more! I leaving now!"
The screamed was followed by a stiff, short, strapping, middle-aged woman, descending the 'Y' shaped stairs, an old fashion beige suitcase in her hand. Her bob cut reddish brown hair looked like a mess, feathers and straws were spiking out of everywhere and she was drenched in an oily substance. Her make up running freely everywhere.
"Oh my God!" Tiffany gasped and sat at her place her mouth wide.
"Frieda?!" I exclaimed, standing up in a hurry trying to stop my laugh. What? She looked a state I couldn't help it even if I tried! "What happened?"
"Those... Those..." Words seemed to escape her while she huffed and fumed. "Monsters... You see what they done?"
"I can see alright!" I muttered stifling my laugh. "I was wondering how?" I pointed with my hand up and down her body.
"It matters how?" She shrieked her German accent becoming all the while more prominent the more she talked.
Frieda had been with us a long, long time. Since I was born actually, that means almost twenty six years. She was a strong, confident German woman with her heart set at rules and obedience, but she always showed affection to us, the Montgomery children. The only problem was her misunderstood speaking.
She didn't have a family, how could she, if she was living her days and nights watching us grow up. Her saying that she had enough it must be something huge and as always referring to the twins.
"First was the cat! Poor thing on fire..." She started and the waterworks began. Oh no!
I took her slippery hand and lead her to the couch pushing her down slightly and taking her suitcase not wanting her to go anywhere. She was as close as a mother I had left, I won't let her slip through my fingers too. Tiffany gasped.
"Not the couch it's white!" She exclaimed mortified and I sent a hard look her way making her shut it and look at her hands.
Frieda sat down sobbing loudly, I awkwardly patted her in the back, being conscious for my two thousand dollars "Canali" tuxedo which I would hate to see cover in oil unlike the couches. The couches could go away, I never liked them anyway, too white for my taste.
"I chased cat out, didn't want house ablaze..." Frieda mumbled the last part more to herself. "I screaming the twins for a bucket of water they throw all the olive oil of the house on us... The cat would be roasted if it wasn't Chef Bernard's coat, poor thing..."
I was trying to imagine the whole deal, wrong move. Now I was almost not able to stifle my laugh. Look what they have thought! If those boys put more of their mind at school rather than their pranks they would probably ace all their subjects. Though I was furious, more with myself for taking the matter lightly, I couldn't be irresponsible with them. I should ground their asses for an eternity than with them. Though look where the responsibility of my parents drove me.
What will I do?
"I chased after them and of course they lured me to the hencoop...Bloody chickens... So that was it! I am leaving tonight and never coming back!" She screeched once more and tried to stand up only to fall back on the couch by slipping.
"Please Frieda!" I begged the severity of their action keeping up with me once more.
"No chance!" She said and stood up with more resolution. "Before I forgot, the body guard of the youngsters..."
"Yeah..." I replied not understanding where she was going with it.
"He quit an hour ago!" She screamed and tried to grab her suitcase.
"I don't care about him, but you... Please consider again! You are the only family we have left! I am willing to do anything!"
Her face contorted and her glare flattered a little. If there was someone who could convince her to stay it must be me and Natalie, though I won't go waking her up right now, in the middle of the night. The matter at hands, the twins, them I would hunt down if I had too.
Right on cue, two identical laughs sounded at the stairs and after a moment the twin trouble emerged into the light. Light blond hair, unlike mine and so much like my diseased mother, shined into the hallways light. The two look a-likes haven't even realized I was watching them.
"Did you see her face?" Cole laughed hysterically.
"Oh and the chef's? I though his moustache was going to fly off?" Dylan replied back in an equal tone!
Oh! There was gonna be hell to pay!