Chapter 18
Carol’s POV
Aiden has a cold expression on his face..
I look between Aiden and Katrina in surprise. Now <b>that </b>I see the two of them standing next to one another, both well above average height, I suddenly realize that she must be another werewolf. Still, it’s surprising to find <b>that </b>Aiden<b>. </b>knows a person like her. Katrina looks at Aiden with a shocked expression. It quickly morphs into something cloying
“Aiden! What are you doing here?” She practically coos. I’m shocked by how quickly her disposition has shifted <b>to </b>something sickly sweet. She tries to hug Aiden, but he shifts away from her to stand by my side.
“Carol, Aiden says tightly, “I see you’ve met Katrina<b>.”</b>
“Yes, I have,” I say slowly. Katrina has gone back to ring daggers at me, so I turn toward Aiden. “How do you two know one another?”
Aiden lets out a sigh. “We’re childhood… friends,” he says. “Well, we’re family friends. We grew up together.”
I consider the new information carefully. It does make <b>sense</b>, in a way – Katrina is clearly extremely wealthy, and werewolfmunities tend to intermingle from what little I understand. More importantly, though, that means…
“So,” I say to Katrina, “that party you’re attending tomorrow. I’m guessing it’s the same one I’m going <b>to</b><b>?</b>”
Katrina’s face goes red with anger. She crosses her arms <b>and </b>res. “Aiden. Why on earth are you choosing this <b>human </b>over <b>me</b>?” She <b>spits</b><b>. </b>“And why on earth is sheing to your family’s party?!”
Aiden <b>wraps </b>an arm around my shoulder and pulls me against his side. His expression is firm as he responds to Katrina.
“This is Carol. She’s my fated mate.”
The revtion hangs in the air for a moment as Katrina processes Aiden’s words. Her eyes widen with disbelief. Her <b>eyes </b>dart between Aiden and me.
“Fated mate?” She <b>says</b>, dumbfounded. “<b>You </b><b>can’t </b>be serious.”
Aiden nods with conviction. “<b>I </b><b>am</b>. I’m bringing her to the party so that she can meet my family.”This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.
Katrina pulls back as though she has been hit. Her expression twists into something bitter. “She’s your fated mate?” She echoes venomously. “A human? That’spletely ridiculous<b>.”</b>
I’m bing more <b>and </b><b>more </b>irritated by this conversation. I don’t have the energy to deal with someone like <b>Katrina </b>right now. Luckily for me, Aiden’s arm tightens around my shoulders and he elects to respond.
“Yes, Katrina. And <b>you </b>would do well to not talk poorly about my mate.”
<b>Katrina’s </bposure wavers even more. Her expression is torn between anger and disbelief. “This – this is ridiculous. I <b>can’t </b>believe <b>you </b>would throw everything away… I can’t believe you would ever choose to be with a human!”
Aiden’s patience <b>wears </b>thin. <b>His </b><b>expression </b><b>darkens</b>. “I’m not throwing <b>away </b>anything. Our match was determined by <b>the </b><b>Moon </b>Goddess. There’s no <b>reason </b>for you to be upset – you’ll find your own fated mate<b>, </b>eventually”
A bitterugh escapes <b>Katrina’s </b>lips. “Please. I <b>don’t </b>need a mate. The <b>Moon </b>Goddess doesn’t dictate my choices. I <b>was </b>perfectly content with my life as my family and I <b>had </b>nned.”
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My eyes narrow. There’s something loaded about <b>Katrina’s </b>bitterness. It’s clear Katrina isn’t only angry about the dress, or about the idea that an Alpha is with a human–she’s angry because Aiden is with me.
<b>Katrina </b>isn’t <b>acting </b>like the two of them are childhood friends, I think. She’s acting like they’re exes or worse, like he’s cheating on her with me. The entire situation is only bing stranger and stranger.
It <b>had </b>never urred to me <b>that </b>there would be werewolves who ignore the idea of a fated mate. How often is it that werewolves pine after someone the Moon Goddess hasn’t picked for them? It’s hard to imagine not choosing the security a mate bond provides, but feelings are often out of our control, I reason.
Even though I have be distracted by my thoughts, Aiden hasn’t forgotten the <b>reason </b>he began this conversation.
“<b>You </b>still owe Carol an apology,” <b>Aiden </b>says firmly. Katrina sticks up her nose defiantly.
“As if I would apologize to a human,” she scoffs with disgust. I can feel irritation prickle along my skin. Aiden seems <b>to </b>be even angrier than I <b>am </b>judging by the way his body goes rigid.
“<b>Apologize</b>. Now. This isn’t negotiable.”
<b>Katrina </b>grumbles to herself for a moment before pulling herself up to her full height. She looks down at me with a disdainful <b>look</b>.
“I’m sorry <b>that </b>you were offended,” she spits. Aiden’s <b>eyes </b>narrow, clearly unsatisfied with the <b>half</b>–hearted apology.
“That’s not good enough,” he says, his voice low. “Apologize properly.”
Katrina huffs with clear irritation but eventually relents. “Fine. <b>I’m </b>sorry. Happy now?”
Aiden nods with finality. “Good. Now, don’t you have <b>a </b>dress to pick out?”
Katrina’s expression twists for <b>a </b>moment before smoothing “Obviously. I didn’t like that dress, anyway<b>,</b>” she hisses. She directs an icy re toward me. “Besides, I would never want to wear the same thing as you.”
Before either of us can respond, <b>Katrina </b>storms away. Aiden takes me by the shoulders and turns me toward him.
“Are you okay, <b>Carol</b>?” He asks softly. Concern is etched into his face. I manage a weak smile, although <b>Katrina’s </b>hostility is still fresh in my mind.
“Of course. I got the dress, didn’t I?” I joke half heartedly, I can’t stop thinking about the way Katrina looked at me as opposed to the way she looked at Aiden. Her feelings toward <b>Aiden </b>are <b>obvious</b>, and her hatred of me even moreso. I <b>resist </b>the urge to sigh.
Something tells me she’s going to do her best to make this party a nightmare.
My nervousnesssts <b>throughout </b>the rest of the day, even after we leave the store.
I can’t <b>shake </b>off <b>my </b><b>anxiety </b>even once I’m geting ready for bed. Every second, I rey the interaction between Katrina and I. If Katrina already despises me that much, <b>who </b><b>knows </b>what she’s telling other <b>people</b>? Who knows <b>what </b>she’s going to tell Aiden’s family?
into someone important from Aiden’s
I let out a terse sigh. It feels like I’ve faced bad omen after bad omen. First Aiden’s father calls him in <b>a </b>fury, then I run
past <b>and </b>immediately be her enemy, <b>Can </b>I do anything right in these
people’s eyes? I <b>think </b>hopelessly.
“Carol?” Aiden calls from the other side of the bathroom door. “Are you alright? You’ve been brushing your teeth for
ten minutes now.
I blink <b>and </b><b>nce </b><b>up </b>at the clock on the wall. Did I really space out for ten minutes? I must be even <b>more </b>worried
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than I thought. I wash out my mouth before responding
“Of course,” I call back, “everything’s line”
There’s a short pause. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong?” He says again. I can hear that he’s right next to the door by the
closeness of <b>his </b>voice
“Of course,” I say again, “what could possibly be wrong?” My voice doesn’t even sound convincing to me, but Aiden lets <b>the </b>subject drop.
Even once I’m in my pajamas and cuddled up in bed, I feel restless, I try to meditate, I use some breathing exercises, I think positive thoughts–all with no luck. It seems like nothing can rx me right now.
My anxiety starts to work itself up unitil full–blown panic. I need to get out of here, I think suddenly. As soon as the thought pops into my mind, I pull the covers all of me and climb out of bed. My body is shaking as I slip on my sneakers and creep out of the room.
I’m not even sure <b>what </b><b>my </b>n is. I don’t have anywhere in mind to go. I don’t even want to leave Aiden. All of the feelings are just too much. I pull a coat over my pajamas to light the cold and slip my phone and wallet into my pocket
“A walk,” I mutter to myself shakily. “<b>I’m </b>just going for a walk.”
“Won’t you get cold, <b>all </b>alone out there?
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