The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

India's POV.

Fast forward a week and things have become even better with Jake. He isn't a star student in my lessons, but he isn't getting himself kicked out, either.

He doesn't try and throw things or swear at me. He sits sullenly and does the work. I treat him like I would any other student and don't embarrass him by letting the world know I'm fucking his dad.

Family wise, things are mostly good. But I'm a bit worried about my twin cousins; Phoebe and Paige. They are Auntie Noelle and Uncle Xaden's daughters.

They've been arguing a lot recently. Phoebe recently split from an Alpha who kind of controlled everything she did. I know she's been in bad headspace about it. I really need to call her.

Things are perfect at home. Sebastian encouraged me to add my own touches to the house and gave me free rein to redecorate our bedroom. I went a bit nuts and he drew the line after I put the fifth throw pillow.

Rian finds our silly bickering about throw pillows hilarious. I can't wait until he finds his mate and he suddenly understands exactly what I'm talking about.

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Rian's POV.

'I'll call you later on, okay I'm driving,' I reply loudly enough that my phone can pick up my reply. It's sat in the hands—free holder.

'Okay, darling. Just remember you're coming round for dinner tomorrow, you promised.'

I roll my eyes and shift gears. 'Yeah, Mum, I remember.'

'Good. Speak to you later, Ri.'

'Bye, Mum.'

I end the call and turn my full attention back to the road. I curse under my breath and slam my foot down on my brake as a blue Corsa comes flying around the corner.

There's the horrible sound of metal crunching against metal. The front of my car slams into hers and I screech to a stop. I'm jolted backward in my chair, the seatbelt winding me.

As the seconds pass, my brain catches up to the fender—bender I've just had. I manage to get my mind in gear again. I turn off the car's engine and unbuckle my seatbelt.

I open my door and step out, tentatively feeling my body. No damage, I'm okay, just a bit shaken.

The blue Corsa is crumpled at the front, but the damage looks superficial. I rush over to the driver's side of the blue car and knock on the window.

A beautiful woman is behind the wheel, her hands shaking on her lap. I open the car door and she flinches.

'Miss Are you alright' I ask gently.

She looks up at me with wide green eyes and nods.

'Yes. Yes, I'm okay. Gosh, I'm so sorry. Are you alright' She asks hurriedly and gets out of the car.

I scan my eyes over her body, trying to ignore her luscious curves and focus on looking at her body in a purely medical mindset. She doesn't appear injured, thank Goddess.

'I'm fine. Are you sure that you're not hurt'

She shakes her head. 'Yes. I'm sorry, my tire burst back there, and I lost control of my car.'

I'm trying to concentrate on what she is saying, but it is hard to focus right now. My entire body is drawn to hers. My hands are in fists at my sides to stop myself from reaching out to touch her.

My heart is beating a mile a minute in my chest, and it is nothing to do with the adrenaline from the car crash.

It is everything to do with the fact that the black—haired beauty who has hit my car…is my mate.

She stops talking and stares at me. At first, she looks wary and vaguely concerned by my staring. A breeze hits me and travels downwind to her. She catches my scent, and her reaction is instantaneous.

Her eyes widen and her pupils dilate. She straightens her shoulders, tensing up, and her full lips part in surprise.

'What's your name' I ask her, still studying her face.