Chapter 42: THERE WAS ONLY ONE CONCLUSION

**Ellen Evans**


Karen was smiling at my mate, her smile more broad than the one she had given me just hours ago.

She was really happy to see him.

And I felt jealous.

Because he was mine.

"Ellen is your mate?" She repeated to my mate who nodded at her. Her smile grew so broad I was afraid her cheeks would tear apart at the high length of it.

"Yes Karen, she definitely is," Dylan said, drawing me close to him and then holding me tighter in his arms.

"Sweet child, bless your timely arrival," Karen said to me as she lifted her hands to my face and began to lovingly caress my cheeks.

I smiled at her.

"It is fate," was all I whispered softly to her as a reply. She shook her head at me, not quite in agreement with me on that.

"It is destiny. Thank the moon goddess you met Lydia on the boat and she brought you back, one of the only good things she has ever done in her life aside from finding herself a wonderful mate," Karen teased her.

Lydia had a mate? Had she not said minutes ago that she did not have one?

This girl?

She played too much, rather much.

Lydia pouted as she placed her hands at akimbo.

"That is clearly a lie ma!" She defended herself immediately. "I have done so many other good things in my life and you know it."

"Name a few for me this instant. I do not seem to remember any at all at this point," she teased further.

'I- I-," She stuttered before she quickly gave up on it all. "Mother!" She said frustratedly. "It does not matter! I will leave it be then!" She snapped. She crossed her arms over her chest forcefully and went to take a seat, her face full of her anger. Her mother laughed softly and teasingly at her apparently sulking like an offended toddler.

"If only Sarah could see you now," she teased further.

Who was Sarah?

"My mate has no business in this?" She snapped at the mention of that name.

Wait, what?

Lydia's mate was a woman?

"I called her over. She will be here soon," she informed her.

"Ma!" Lydia said with a stomp of her feet. "I wanted to surprise her."

"I already did it for you."

"No ma, you ruined it," she sulked.

"Ellen," Karen said to me, brushing Lydia aside, leaving her to her sulking.

"Yes ma?" I answered her. She smiled softly at me with those her bright hazel eyes.

"Dylan is a good man. He will treat you well. Do not you worry about anything. My nephew will never hurt you."

Nephew?

Wait, Karen was his aunt and Dylan was the nephew?

I instantly realized the relationship between him and Lydia's family.

They were related to each other by blood ties.

Lydia and Simon and even my mate were cousins if I was right.

Wow!

"I am happy to meet all of you either way," I voiced my opinions. She patters my shoulders tenderly.

"Sit, sit, all of you sit. Lydia go get your father and tell him that Dylan is here. I do not know what he keeps doing on his phone all day," she instructed her daughter with a grumble.

"You would know too if you spent some time on your own phone," Lydia murmured quite loudly.

Her mother slit her eyes at her and she hurried away to do as she was told.

Dylan guided me then to a seat and helped me sit. But, the one-seater would not hold the both of us in it so he sat on the one that was opposite me.

Karen sat down on the one-seater close to me and began to talk to Dylan, asking him about his mother and her wellbeing.

He paid his attention to her, answering all of her questions with a calculated ease.

And I watched his every move.

I watched him.

My mate.

He was beautiful.

Now that I could clearly see him in the light, his facial features had me stunned, my eyes glued to his face.

He had the most black eyes I have ever seen and also the most white background I have ever seen, making his eyes a living monochrome.

He had dark thick lashes that framed those dark seductive orbs, eyes that called me and captivated me in an ethereal way.

His lips, the one that I had been kissing earlier were a soft colour, wet and inviting and his tongue was running slowly over it at this point, emphasis on slowly.

My eyes travelled up, back to his, and there were his eyes, staring at me.

I blushed crimson as always, the moment his gaze held mine on his mesmerising captivity, fully without my consent.

When I looked back at him once again, he winked at me and smiled.

He was teasing me.

I smiled at him and looked away from him, setting my eyes on my palms that were resting on my thighs.

I listened to their conversation instead, hoping to learn one or two things about him.

I already learnt that he was the alpha of the Kane pack.

I already learnt that Karen and his mother were sisters.

That made him cousins with my friend, Lydia.

I already learnt that I was his mate and he was mine.

"How is the pack doing?" Karen questioned him as she leaned back in her seat.

"Everyone is doing fine. The pack is peaceful and those rogues do not dare to cross over into my territory no matter what," he said with confidence that had me going wet somewhere I did not want to say.

"I see," Karen whispered. "And why are you here? Did you have pack business or do you still have pack business to attend to?" she inquired in a lower voice.

"I did have pack business, but my main reason for being here is that I ran away from home. I did so because your sister keeps pressuring me into doing something that I do not want to. And hopefully it will end soon because now I have Ellen," he answered as he lifted his eyes to me and stared at me with delight.

I blushed again, like a glass of wine.

"Oh I know!" Karen laughed as she understood what he was saying. It must have been an inner joke because I did not understand what the both of them were discussing.

Lydia retuned to the living room then, walking past us and going straight to the drinks her mother had placed on the table. She picked up a portion and helped herself to it.

"My father is on his way," she informed her mother after a sip or two.

"Hmm," Karen waved her away.

"Tell me, did you bring me any presents?" She asked Dylan. He chuckled at her words.

"Yes Karen, yes I did. I would never come here empty handed, never." Karen laughed.

"I know that you would not. Where are-" The sound of heavy footsteps entering the living room caused everyone to turn.

It was Lydia's father.

"Dylan!" He kind of squealed at the sight of my mate. He all bit stopped walking at the entrance into the living room.

"Uncle," Dylan said to him with a friendly smile. He stood to his feet and went to embrace him.

"What a suprise!" He said. "How are you doing? And how is your mother?" He asked casually as they bother walked back to take a seat.

"She is doing very well, thank you for asking," was his reply.

I noticed then that everyone had been asking only about his mother and no one had asked about his father. And he was already the Alpha at that moment.

There was only one conclusion.

His father was no longer in the land of the living.

He must be dead.