I'm the Alpha's Mate

Chapter 10

Sebastian does not seem very convinced, but I did not expect him to be. "Fiona, she wants to meet you."

"Fiona, Andrews mate? The girl who let me borrow her clothes?"

"Yes. I thought I could bring you over. Distract yourself for a bit, no more staring out windows," Sebastian says.

Distract myself. That sounds nice. I can no longer escape from the pesky thoughts in my sleep so a friend should do me good. I cannot keep bothering Henry whenever I want to chat about nonsense anyway.

Fiona, I hope she is kind, I hope she does not mind that I borrowed her clothes when I first got here. Though, I doubt Fiona would only want to meet me so she can yell about how she despises sharing. I have never had a friend that is a girl, besides the moon goddess, but I do not label her as a friend. The moon goddess is more of a mother figure to me. Henry is the only friend that I have had that is a boy, which seems quite sad now that I think about it. A life in hiding is a life alone, I suppose.

I should take advantage of this moment, enjoy making a new friend. My younger self would have conquered this opportunity with excitement and strive, determined to live life to the fullest. My younger self-imagined herself playing and laughing with the other kids, watching down from the attic window with tears in her eyes. I have to do this for her.

"Sebastian," I grab his attention as I follow him along, "I was looking for him, in the forest."

"I know you were."

"Then why did you ask?"

"I was hoping you'd say something different."

I grab his arm, halting our movements for a moment. His eyes fall to the connection before looking into mine. "I did say something different."

"Yes, but you're not a very good liar."

I let go of his arm, missing the feeling of his skin against mine. The mate bond is sure to leave a longing in my heart. "I don't want you to worry."

"Evangeline," he says my name, toying with my emotions, "you believe a man is going to come and kill you."

"Because he might."

"You are frustrating," he exhales.

"How?"

This time he stops me from moving ahead. "Because I could surround you with ways of protection and you will still feel unsafe, still jump every time that Alpha is mentioned."

"Because it is my fear, you cannot protect me from my fears," I dramatically say.

The rest of the way is silent, not a word spoken by either of us until Sebastian brings me up to the house. He tells me that he will be back later after knocking firmly on the door. A girl opens it, maybe a year or two older than me. Fiona, I am assuming, reminds me of the dolls I used to play with. Her smile is sweet and inviting, her hair is jet black and filled with shiny, large curls, and her entire aroma makes you want to please her. I look up at her with admiration, wanting to know how she makes everything seem dandy. "You must be Evangeline," her voice is something of an angel's, a voice you would want to sing lullabies, rocking you to sleep.

"Um, yes," I awkwardly spit out. I thought this was going to be easy, a walk in the park. How am I supposed to make friends with a perfect girl like her if I suddenly cannot remember my name? "Fiona?" I ask, hoping that the person in front of me is not Fiona so that I can get another chance.

"Of course," she says following with a toothy smile, all her teeth being straight and white. "Please come in, I'm so happy you're here. You're so pretty."