Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 16

Yeah, this is really bad.

My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at how wide they shot open.

D@mn Rose and her freaking emotion reading.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "You didn't get that from me did you?"

She rolled her eyes and pouted, "No, still haven't gotten through to you," she pointed a determined finger at me, "but I will."

I chuckled, "Yeah, good luck with that."

She's been working to get into my head since she found out her talent was emotion reading and figured out it didn't work on me.

After some nasty run-ins with them(mind readers and such), I decided it would probably be best to try and train myself to keep people like that out of my brain. It worked. And pretty well too. Emotion readers, mind readers and people with telepathy can't pry their way in without me letting them(unless they're more advanced, in which case, I'm working on it). Now, I'm able to use it to keep bad guys out and annoy my friend to death. It's a good skill to have.

That's a well known fact around here, though, her emotion reading, she's always spilling secrets. But where everyone's attention is now, is the secret she just spilled.

Brandon, Wolfie and Happy mirrored my expression of shock. I don't think it's sunken in for everyone else yet.

Especially Brandon. His next action was to stare at me with a look of bewilderment on his face.

You'd think it'd be Wolfie who's reaction would be the biggest — his supposed secret being out and all — but Brandon knows me, and our little friend group was pretty much convinced I was never gonna find any sort of romantic love interest. Figured I was too romantically incompetent.

  Not even the mate bond that everyone gets would help me.

But now, here we are.

  Still an awkward potato that's afraid of emotions, but with a mate.

An improvement?

That's debatable.

And I definitely don't think the information has quite sunken in for everyone else yet. No one's looking shocked out of their mind yet.

  Yes, it's also a well known fact around here that I suck at love, so I'm just waiting for the confused faces.

  Wolfie glared, and his gaze shot to me, then her. "How did you know that?!"

  My best friend smirked evilly, "You may act all big and mean, but your feelings betray you," she pointed at him.

He narrowed his eyes angrily, "What the h3ll is going on? How did you know that?"

Haha, he's so confuzzled.

"It's my talent. Y'know, that ability vampires get when they're young?"

He just stared at her, still confused, and angry about it.

"No? Not ringing any bells? Jeez, you're mated to a vampire and you don't know crap about them," Rosie mocked.

Brandon shook his head, "disgraceful".

I smiled at them. They're so awesome.

"WAIT, YOU'RE MATES?!?!"

And there's the reaction from the onlookers I was waiting for. The lightbulb.

"Ha, of course. How typical," The Captain remarked with his nose up, looking down on me with judgment radiating off him, practically in waves.

Jeez, this guy thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread now doesn't he?

But what else is new?

"Yes, how typical, my supposed to be soul mate would turn out to be the invader of my house," I remarked back flatly. "I swear, my luck never seems to run out," I commented, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm just saying, it's rather convenient you just get to disappear into the master house, with your mate, while we rot down here. You expect us to believe you're not just canoodling up there, not a thought about us in your mind?"

"Yes," I said immediately.

"Did you just say canoodling?"

We ignored Brandon. No matter how funny that statement was, I can't acknowledge it because, I'm on rapid fire.

And the concerned and distrusting faces are starting to spread across the cell, so that means the captain is winning them all over with his presumptuous rambling.

"Like I said before," I addressed them, "I have never given any reason for you to doubt me before, so why would I start now?" I raised a brow.

"Also," this time, I stared right at the captain, "keep in mind, that when I fix all of this, and goddess help me, I will, you get to go back to May. You get to be with your mate."

  "And me?" I continued, "Not likely."

He stared at me, actually remaining quiet for a second time today. That's a new record.

"But of course, right? Typical. If I actually got a happy ending, it wouldn't be right. Why should he be stable just because he's "supposed" to be. Didn't work that way for anyone else in my life that were "supposed" to be there."

For some reason no one had a response to that.

And yes, I just guilt tripped the h3ll out of all of them, but sometimes a girl needs to vent. And when everyone is yelling at her, telling her she's got it too good, it's just too enticing to resist.

So they got to be reminded of my sob story that always seems to slip their minds.

I don't know how. It never seems to want to leave the back of my mind. I low key envy them for being able to do that. Lucky sons of mother truckers.

Speaking of things not leaving the back of my mind. I became hyper aware of all of Wolfie's little fidgets throughout that entire conversation. It put me on edge, and it makes me just want to hand out the blood and leave this place as soon as possible.

  It also made me smirk at how I was successful in relaying my sob story without actually giving Wolfie any real information.

But (because there's always a but) saying out loud I may never have him, made sort of a hole somewhere. I don't know where, and I don't know how to fill it, so I'm hoping getting out of this situation will help it heal itself.

We were able to leave most of the blood bags for Rose and Brandon to distribute since they know how, which saved us a lot of time. Then we moved down the corridor handing the bags out to the others in the cells down there.

I took note of everyone in there, paying special attention to where people like Margret, our house doctor, and Marco, the combat trainer for the higher ranks, are being kept. You never know when you might need someone like them in a time of trouble.

Speaking to everyone briefly and giving reassurance — I can tell Wolfie is getting impatient, I'm surprised he even lasted this long without telling me to quit with the hope speeches — we made our way back to the entrance, or exit, or, whatever the hack you wanna call it, and left.

YES! Now we're really done with the blood distribution.

I turned to Wolfie and raised a confused brow, "why so quiet?"

He turned to me, actually surprising me with how pissed he looked, "Your friends know about us."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "yeah, so? What's the big deal? They just —"

He suddenly shot his hand up and clasped my chin. He yanked me close to his face.

He became uncomfortably — but very comfortably at the same time — close to my face. I could smell his minty breath and clearly see the storms in his eyes raging.