Goddess’s Design His Fated Mate

Chapter 47

Willow

I kissed him. I kissed Reuben back. After six long years, we were sharing a proper kiss and I did not know which one of us that I should blame for it. Though admittedly my wolf, long my buried heat, and lack of impulse control were not helping the situation. At that moment, I completely forgot about our past, the pain, and memories. I let him embrace all the pieces of my broken self, revealing the weakness that I had been hiding from the world. His lips gently crashing into mine were like silent whispers from the past, his tongue teasing every inch of my mouth was like every moment it met my lips would be its last.

The dark sky was flooded with colorful fireworks, highlighting both of our frames in an array of different hues. The both of us slowly broke the kiss, our lips parted an inch away from each other but I kept my eyes closed catching my breath. Reuben softly rubbed his thumb under my eye sending sparks through to my whole body.

I slowly opened my eyes to see Reuben's beautiful green eyes only to realize that after six years I was once again... back to his arms.

What kind of game was the Moon Goddess playing with me?

"Alpha, this woman invaded our territory," a warrior informed, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Let me go! I swear I am not a thief! Let me go!!" A woman's cry entered my ears pulling me out of my thoughts as I found the voice very familiar.

I immediately tore my gaze away from Reuben and turned to find two warriors holding a woman.

"Lola?!" I gasped.

Lola looked at me in shock with fearful tears in her brown eyes, "Willow, save me!! Tell them I am not a thief," she begged, desperately struggling in their grasp.

I panicked and stepped forward, "Let her go. She is my friend," I ordered both men but they looked past me at Reuben.

Reuben gestured for them to retreat. Once Lola got free of them she dashed closer to me in fear.

"Lola, what are you doing here?"

"I... I came to handle the Walter situation for you since I messed it up by hiding the name of the model from you. I had learned your address from him, so I came here directly but this..." she choked and secretly glanced at Reuben before whispering to me, "These people...I saw an exceedingly large number of dangerous looking men earlier! Are they part of the mafia?!"

"No, they are not," I whispered back, feeling helpless.

"Then they must be criminals!" she stammered but was loud without realizing it.

I gave her a tight smile and replied, "They are not."Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

She gave me a weak nod while eyeing Reuben. In the next moment, I saw a soft blush steel over her cheeks at the sight of Reuben. "Who is that? He is damn handsome" she whispered once again.

I flashed her another tight smile. If she only knew that he could hear her no matter how quietly she whispered.

"Is he your boyfriend?" she whispered.

When she called Reuben my boyfriend, my heart quickened as I recalled our kiss a few moments ago. My face flushed red when I felt Reuben's eyes boring into my face. I did not dare to lift my eyes to look at him as I grabbed Lola's hand. "Let's go to the hotel where you are staying."

I walked away quickly before Reuben could stop me or could die of embarrassment. Lola followed me in confusion as desperate as me to leave the pack even though both of our reasons for wanting out of this pack immediately were different. However, before I could take another step I felt a strong arm wrapping around my waist from behind.

I gasped and froze in Reuben's warm embrace as he whispered, "Drop me a message when you reach the hotel with her. And best of luck at tomorrow's fashion show. I will be waiting for you here when you get home," he kissed my cheek from behind.

My ears turned red hot. What was that? Did he know I was running away and would not return tonight? I clenched my dress at my side, without answering him but my heart beat betrayed me. Reuben chuckled and slowly let my waist go. I resumed walking and quickly drove my car out of the pack with Lola.

Reuben

I never thought waiting could be this hard...

"The reports from those incidents with the three packs and Blue Heavens are about to be made publicly available out," Bix informed, resting his back against the chair after a two hour long meeting.

I just nodded in response, my eyes once again going to the clock that stated it was already nine in the evening. She was still not back. Was her fashion show still not finished?

Oran stated, "Reuben, don't you find it strange that those mysterious attacks have suddenly stopped?" This question immediately attracted my attention.

I had noticed it long ago. After targeting those four packs in the difference of a week's time, it was actually a pattern of attacks, the attacks stopped out of the blue. However, I did not fail to notice that they stopped only after I was attacked by rogues at Blue Heaven. I believe that those two attacks were not connected. But I have yet to discover why all the rogues were after me the day of the Alpha meeting. I did not know why but as I thought about it, my eyes immediately fell on my wrist where Willow's handkerchief was still tied neatly. That half torn piece of handkerchief...

It had been bothering me since that day. Why did that last rogue steal half of it then run away with its prize?

I tapped my finger on my desk, thinking a lot of things about those three attacks in silence until Bix remarked dryly, "If you ask me I strongly doubt it is the work of the hunters. No, actually if you ask me honestly, then I strongly doubt that it is the work of Willow's so- called friend and hunter, Walter Abbott. He is a big shot in Britain and is the terror of werewolves there. The pussy hunters from our country must have shook hands with him to get revenge on us."

I chuckled at his imagination that was always wild then glanced at Oran who had his eyes still lowered on the reports in front of me. I couldn't help but glance at Bix too. Was it my imagination or were they not talking to each other? It seemed something must have happened at the welcome party yesterday that I had missed.

Oran caught my observing eyes and straightened his back, replying, "I agree with him. Walter is a big shot. The proof is right in front of us," he gestured at the reports in front of me that I had been reading since late afternoon. From the time Walter had entered the pack, I had Bix look into his background for the past five years during the time he was friends with Willow. I did not exactly know how I felt about it.

Just as I got lost in thought, I received a call from...

I paused abruptly reading the name on the screen. I picked up the call at lightning speed. "Willow..."

Unexpectedly a condescending soft chuckle stabbed my ears from the other side of the line, "You still have her number saved in your phone six years later?"

My expression darkened upon hearing Walter's voice, "Why do you have Willow's phone?"

"Ohh... about that..." As his next words fell on my ears, my hand abruptly paused as Dex grew sharper in my mind.

I cut the call, immediately got up, and rushed out, "Where are you going?" Bix's shout echoed behind me but I had long ago climbed down the stairs. Then walked straight out of the packhouse to where Willow's car was parked and Walter stood next to the car, holding Willow by her arms, she staggered like a child who had yet to learn how to walk.

"Willow," I rushed over to her and gently pulled her into my chest. Her head rested against my chest and her eyes remained close yet I smelled the very strong scent of wine coming from her.

"How dare you get her drunk!" I outright snapped at Walter.

"Who the fuck do you think I am, that I could possibly have the power to get this girl drunk?" he snapped at me. "She drank of her own volition but yes, she was pushed by the other models that knew her into drinking. They wanted to celebrate her since she stole the fashion show. She is too modest to refuse someone so she ended up like this. However..." he paused and glared at me, "Don't tell me you think I got her drunk so that I could do something to her."

"I can't lie and say that I did not have my suspicions," I murmured, wrapping my arm around Willow's waist and pulling her up in my arms.

"Your suspicions?" Walter's glare sharpened, "Don't you know that when she starts drinking she does not stop then once someone stops her, she just attacks whoevers around here," he growled, showing me the bite mark on his hand. The struggle of stopping her from drinking could not be written any more plainly on his face.

A proudly satisfied expression took over my expression. Willow was a bad drinker and it seemed she still was. Her personality would change, she became wild whenever she was drunk.

"Umm... umm..." suddenly Willow started to wriggle in my arms. I looked down at her flushed face and stopped in the middle of the living room. Walter also stopped as Willow jumped out of my arms and dashed into the kitchen to vomit in the sink.

I quickly walked inside the kitchen, gathered her hair behind her head, and rubbed my hand on her back.

"She vomited in the middle of the road on the way back too," Walter sighed, quickly rushing over with a glass of water.

I took the glass from him, glancing at him once as I found something odd about his statement and made Willow drink it even though she was whining like a child completely unaware of where she was.

"If you handled her there on the road, how come you called me outside to get her?" I questioned, knowing there was no way drunk Willow could beat him. He could easily provoke me by carrying Willow inside in his arms but he had not done that, things had gone completely different from the aggravating behavior from yesterday.

"I obviously did not want to call you. I wanted to hug and enjoy Willow in my arms," he admitted, earning a glare from me.

How dare he?' Dex growled in my mind as I securely sat Willow on the kitchen counter and kept hugging her sides to keep her from falling.

"Why? Want to kill me?" He chuckled, leaning against the wall across from me and looked amused by my expression that did not bother to hide my hatred for him. "Don't worry, I am planning to give up on Willow," he took a deep breath.

I could not help but raise my brows, "Give up?" I looked him up and down, not buying his claim.

"Yeah, after all she rejected me in the worst possible way," he murmured, looking at Willow's flushed face and closed eyes. A painful expression ached over his face that revealed his broken heart.

"You saw us kissing," I predicted. He immediately locked eyes with me but did not say a word which proved me right.

"If it had only been a kiss then maybe I would have not accepted defeat at your hands," he murmured, grabbing a glass of water from the side.

"Then what is it?" I raised my brows.

"It's her answer," he chuckled, looking at me, "I asked her would she leave you and accept my love if I proved that you didn't love her and doubted her."

My ears perked up at his words.

"Do you know what she said?" a soft smile came over his lips that increased my heart beat at the thought of what Willow said.

Instead of replying, he pulled away from the wall and walked closer to me until we were face to face. "I thought that she would hate you. It turns out that she is a very special woman. She said..."

"I have only ever loved Reuben and I will die hating only him."

My heart skipped a beat hearing Willow's reply. I could not help but look down at her sleepy figure leaning against my chest as Walter remarked, "She rejected me back at the fashion show building yet I tried my luck with provoking you. As it turns out for her whether it's love or hate there will only ever be you."