And Then There Were Four (Lilith Carrie) novel Chapter 297

"Melissa, actually, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something."

She gazed at me with a waiting glance, but the moment I opened my mouth, the crowds began to sing happy birthday and my attention was taken from Melissa towards my parents, who were bringing out a very large birthday cake.

Realizing duty called, I gave her a sympathetic look and quickly walked over to where my parents were waiting so Lux and I could blow out our candles together.

The time had finally come. We were about to be eighteen and as the moment struck, I would be sent into a frenzy if my mate was near or at least that's what I was told.

I just hoped whoever it was wouldn't be disappointed when I told them my heart belonged to somebody else. That even though Melissa was my best friend, I had to have her in my life as well.

"Happy birthday, guys," My mother cooed as she stared at us with misty eyes, my father Damian wrapping his arm around her shoulder as James came up behind her and snuggled in close.

I couldn't help but admire the love my parents had, and hoped one day I would have that, too. No matter how much they pissed me off, they had a bond that couldn't be matched and I secretly longed for the day to understand what they felt about each other.

I longed for the day to have my mate look at me the way my fathers looked at my mom.

With a one…two… three… Lux and I blew out our candles and, as we did, I felt an unfamiliar shiver run across my spine. I wasn't sure what it was, but as Lux turned to me, furrowing his brows in confusion, my nose went up into the air and I inhaled deeply.

The smell was erotic and intoxicating. Almost like fresh rain on a summer day.

It was hard to explain what I was feeling, considering it wasn't really a scent per se that attracted me, but almost like a pull to follow this invisible rope connecting me with somebody else.

Instead, it was a familiar figure I would never forget.

One that had made me feel complicated in more ways than one.

As Lucas Vega turned to face me, his eyes flashed gold with recognition. He was my mate, and if he knew, that meant he had known for months.

Because if memory serves me right, he turned eighteen four months ago.

And the prick never said a fucking thing.