CHAPTER 39

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
COLLINS POV
The thought that Drake had been here and close to her was sickening. Cross that. I was raging on the inside and my wolf was feeling the same anger. I should not feel an inkling of this anger because she was not my mate but that Drake guy had better watch his back. I didn’t give a fuck that she was a mate to Drake which was pretty preposterous if you ask me. Why would an original – that is if he was actually the original hybrid- take an interest in a mere mortal woman?

“Did he hurt you?” I questioned, scouting her for injuries.

“Of course not but now that you are both here, you are going to help Sasha and I check out from the hotel we were staying in and move into my house. Please, don’t tell me anything. Its already enough for me what I’m dealing with right now. What I need now is a lot of rest and a bottle of whiskey with Sasha’s bad jokes,” She spoke with finality.

“And you think I’m going to let you stay in some ghost house alone where I can’t protect you?” I snapped. Did she even understand how dangerous it was for her and her friends to be out there with no one to protect them?

She stood up from her seat, inched closer to where I stood. She ran her sleek fingers from the side of my face, down to my chin and then stopped. Even her fucking touch was hypnotizing, not to mention her sexy scent that was impossible to get off my mind. Her gaze slowly met mine as her lips parted,” What you and I had was just sex Collins. Don’t act like you own me,”

“I’m not trying to own you and you better than anyone else know that was just more than one night of pleasure. You want me as much as I want you. Don’t even deny it because I can always smell it off you. So I’m just going to say this once. You are going to live at the pack house where I can protect you and I’m not asking Nadia,” Nothing mattered more to me than her life. I would rip anyone apart if I have to.

“Um…if I may?” I looked at Sasha,” Do we get to have an apartment like yours? If yes, I call dibs on the master bedroom,”

“Well, looks your best friend is already in. Not that you had any option anyway,” I pointed out.

She huffed but the next words that slipped off her lips were utterly unexpected,” Wow! Look at the king of werewolves being so generous and protective. Tell me one thing Wolf man, where was your kind when my parents were murdered? Where was your kind when my parents begged for their lives? That’s right, those wolfs guys of yours were the murderers,” I had never heard so much venom from someone. The worst part was that I could feel her pain and so I knew out straight that was something real.

“What are you talking about?” I questioned. If that was right, it only meant one thing. She was the Nadia who supposedly died in a fire but if the reports were indeed wrong, how the hell was she alive?

She sighed, her anger dissipating as it was replaced by sadness,” I’m just so…I just need to be at my house Collins, please,” Why did she have to use that fucking tone? Now it was impossible to say no.

“Fine but on condition that I stay there too. Take it or you are staying with me at the pack house,” Maybe I wanted her more than just protecting her. I wanted her. I fucking needed her and only God knew how much I wanted to claim her. I wanted her to be mine.

Wait, claim her?

I shook the thought off my head but my wolf was already purring in excitement at the thought of that. She belonged to someone else and only fate knew how much that was true.

“Fine,” she finally agreed. Excitement skidded through my system, more like my wolf’s system.

“It really is you,” A newer voice announced as it came over to where we were, revealing a pretty familiar blonde woman looking around the same age as Nadia.

“What?” Nadia looked just as surprised.

“You don’t remember me? I’m Miranda Townsend from Kindergarten. We were best friends and I even attended your funeral. I should have probably left out that last part about burial but it’s just so overwhelming seeing you in flesh. Um…I booked you in the hotel yesterday night,”

“Did you just say you attended my funeral?” Nadia questioned.

“Yeah. On your eighth birthday, your house caught fire and you and Adrian died. I was at your funeral and I have so many questions right now as to how the hell you are alive,” The blonde bubbled on and on.

“What the hell are you talking about Blondie? What fire? And who is Adrian?” Nadia looked lost.

Mrs. Heathers for the first time spoke, inching closer to Nadia,” This is why you need your memories back,”

Her memories were lost? Was she suffering from amnesia?

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