The Alpha's Surprised Mate (Book #1 of Silver Moon Series) novel Chapter 15

Fifteen: Stressed

Dustin

This week has been fucking terrible. Between work and now dealing with whoever this asshole thinks he or is following my mate, I am constantly on edge. To make matters worse, I have barely seen Mykayla, and it’s breaking my heart. I have to get this shit under control. I don’t want anything to happen to her or the girls. Work has been tense, and I can feel hurt radiating from Mykayla, but we have gotten everything we need to do done. Thank god for this long weekend. I need it, and so does she. Mykayla went home early because she was not feeling well. I am just getting ready to leave when I get a text from dad asking me to stop by their house on my way home. I reply, letting him know I am just leaving work and that I will be there soon. I pull into their driveway and get out of my car. I walk up to the door, which flies open, and the bright smile of my little sister stands there. I smile back at her, but she stops smiling.

“Where are Bree and Araya? Dad said you were stopping by; why aren’t they with you?” She asks, practically yelling.

This is how she talks, it's obnoxious, but I am used to it. I explained that I came straight from work luckily, which seemed to pacify her somewhat. I walk into the living room, and mom and dad are waiting. OH, SHIT, I think what the hell is going on? It’s never good when they are both waiting, and suddenly I feel like I am 15 again and in trouble for something. I sit down on the couch and wait for whatever is to come.

“What’s happening with you and Mykayla?” Mom asks, highly irritated.

“Nothing new; why,” I ask.

“I spoke with Thomas today and she approached him a week ago asking if she could view one of the open cottages on the land. He thought it was strange but showed her one and she is getting the keys from him in one week. Also, Jack from HR called and said that they received a call asking for references on Mykayla from some other company.” Dad informs me.

I sit there in shock, not understanding. She wants to leave the house and work. I can’t understand why. I thought everything was going well.

“Son.?” Dad grabs my arm to snap me out of my own head.

“I know a lot is happening lately, but have you talked to her and let her know what has happened?” Mom asks me, anger in her voice.

“No, we have not talked about what happened.” I quietly say. We ended up having to tell mom because she basically figured it out.

“Go talk to her son, she probably thinks it’s her and that she did something,” Dad states.