Chapter 44: IT TASTED LIKE MOTHERLY LOVE

**Ellen Evans**

Dylan was nice.

He had brought me a drink as if he knew that I desperately wanted one. I had thanked him and put the cool glass to my mouth.

The drink was cool and sweet.

It tasted homemade and divine.

It tasted like motherly love.

"Do you want some?" I asked my mate lifting my glass to him. I could not hog all this deliciousness to myself, could I? I should share it with my mate.

But then again, what if he dislikes sharing glass with other people?

Oh, silly me!

I had forgotten so soon that he was not my brother or my twin sister who could tolerate sharing things with me.

I began to shyly withdraw the cup, not knowing what else to do, praying that he would reject me.

"No thank you," he said to me. I smiled at him, embarrassed. I think he had caught on to what I was thinking. He smiled reassuringly at me.

"Come let me show you the garden Ellen," my friend's voice interrupted my thoughts.

Oh no!

I glanced around nervously. I was allergic to some kind of flowers. "But I uhm-" I began looking to my mate for unvoiced help.

"We have so many wild and beautiful flowers girl. You gonna love it! I like to bask in the scents," she carried on.

Should I tell her?

"I- I am not, I-"

"She is not done with her drink Lydia," he said as if he heard my unspoken plea.

"Oh right! I will just wait for you to finish," she told me with an encouraging smile. She was encouraging me to finish my drink.

"Leave my mate alone Lydia," Dylan roared at her. The voice made my voice run cold. I thought it would intimidate her but it didn't because she snapped right back at him.

"Why?!" Her wolf voice was powerful, domineering. How? Her eyes grew wild as she stared right back at him, not intimidated.

"She does not want to go with you can you not see?!"

"Did she tell you so?" She asked as she glanced between me and him.

I tried to speak but Dylan spoke.

"I can see it on her face. You could have seen it too if you were not so blind!" He insulted her.

Wait! How did it get so bad? So quickly? I tried to speak again but Lydia spoke up, interrupting me, again.

"As if I am the one with the eye condition here," she insulted back.

"That was uncalled for," he snapped at her, standing to his full height.

I wanted to stand, they somehow intimidated me, the both of them.

I looked to Simon for some help. He shook his head at me and mouthed, "Not my problem, they are just not my problem."

I looked to Drake who pretended as if he did not see me the moment our gaze met.

No one noticed a tall brunette walk in through the front door. She stared around at the angry birds before her eyes somehow met mine.

I stared right back at her.

She had the most face piercings that I had ever seen.

But she was beautiful in an ungodly way.

"She was and is still my friend before she became your mate mister that was uncalled for. As if you were called for." I heard the sarcasm in her voice.

"You! You!" Dylan attacked.

Okay! I had had enough of their childish banter. I wondered why the rest of the family just stayed still watching the both of them.

Maybe they did this often.

"Go on now, or can't you talk anymore?" Dylan stared angrily at her.

The stranger's gaze shifted from me back to the angry birds as she began to speak.

"Both of you have not let the object of your argument say a word though she has been wanting to speak for the past few minutes."

I was thankful to the stranger because everyone instantly turned to her, noticing her presence.

"Sarah?" I heard the doubt in my friend's voice.

So, this was her mate?

"Yes baby, I am here for you. Now leave your cousin with his mate and come give mummy a hug. Mummy missed you," the stranger that was Sarah told her in a soft voice.

Lydia forgot everything that instant and ran to her mate. She took her in her arms with teary eyes while murmuring the words, "I missed you too."

"There, good girl," Sarah said while stroking her green hair. I heard a muffled sniffle and realized that Lydia was crying. "Let it all out baby, let it out."

Lydia sniffed some more against her mate as surprise veiled me.

Was that not the person who had almost had a fight with my mate?

How was she so subdued right now?

"Good evening Karen," Sarah greeted above Lydia's hair. Karen smiled at her, standing and going closer to her.

"Welcome Sarah, I am glad that you could come on such short notice."

"Thanks for calling me though," she said to Karen with a wink, a very seductive one. It seemed a bit disrespectful but Karen did not mind it, instead, her cheeks coloured a bit.

"Do not mind this spoilt child. She should have told you she was coming." Sarah chuckled.

"I knew she was coming just as I knew she wanted to surprise me. Pay no heed to her, she did buy me gifts. Or did you, not Dia?" She asked the crying mess in her arms.

That I saw when Lydia lifted her head and turned to Karen.

"I was going to surprise her mother. I bought her gifts!" She defended. "Wait," she said realizing something. She turned to Sarah. "How on earth did you know all of this?" She asked her.

"I have my ways, my love," she replied her while cleaning her tears off her cheeks with her thumbs. She also arranged her hair out of her face.

"Whatever, I know you do," she said as she embraced her mate again without a care for how everyone was looking at her.

"She was missing her mate and she could not say it out," Dylan who had unsuspectingly came up to me without my knowledge spoke beside me, nearly startling me.

I must have been too engrossed in watching those two. I looked up at him.

"She was."

"It happens to her every time and she dares to choose me to vent?" He said as his hands slowly snaked around my waist.

"Is it that bad?" I asked him. He smiled down at me as he shook his head.

"It is much worse. Whenever the both of us are apart for so long, you will know just how it feels. That is why mates stay together, to keep their sanity," he tutored me.

I nodded and looked back to the two who had disengaged in the time I was speaking to my mate.

Sarah went up to Lydia's father and greeted him. The man greeted her with a friendly smile. It seemed like the two had a cordial relationship with each other.