Her Fated Mate

ChapterNo: 11

Conrad's P.O.V.

I didn't like her at all. She was a pawn in my plot and when the time comes she will turn into a goat that will be sacrificed for achieving greater things. She just didn't know that yet and that was for the better. After all, which fool would inform the goat that she is a sacrifice before the knife is placed on its neck? That would be stupid and I wasn't that.

After exchanging my thoughts about the delay in her plans, I walked away from there. It had been a good 20 minutes and Diane wasn't here yet. I knew that they were cousins, but Veronica was someone who shouldn't be trusted at all. I would never let her guard even a penny that belonged to me; so forgive me if you think I was over-dramatic for worrying about my mate. That woman was a BLOOD-SUCKING LEECH and everyone around her knew that.

She's a living bad omen.

I was busy counting the cons of having Veronica's presence in our lives when I felt it. Diane's hands wrapped around me on my back as tingles ignited all over my body. I could feel the happiness coursing through her veins as it radiated off her and onto me. To say I loved it would be an understatement. She settled her cheek on my shoulder and turned her face a little to look at me. Dropping a subtle kiss on my cheek, she asked "Are you okay? Every time she comes over, you seem uncomfortable. Is there something that I need to know?" I looked at her and ended up arguing with my wolf about whether I should tell her everything but ended up backing out again. "It's our life, and she is a major part of it, she deserves to know," said Argus; but I had to back out while making him understand that she wasn't ready, "Not yet Argus. It will be too much for her."

Diane realized that I was talking to my wolf, so she slowly ran her palm through my hair. It was her way of letting us know she was right here for us, if and when needed. I pushed Argus to the back of my mind and said, "Yeah, we're cool. It's just that I don't like her. She seems a little off to me." Diane nodded, accepting my answer, yet somehow it felt that she wasn't convinced by it. My doubt was confirmed when she pulled herself away from me and responded with, "Okay", as she turned and started walking away. I could feel it, her agony through the bond. And that is when I knew that it was time.

I grabbed onto her wrist before she could move away and said, "I'm sorry." Those words grabbed her attention and the very next second, it was all directed towards me with curiosity filling her eyes with a little bit of, what I think was, shock. No words were exchanged from her side, maybe she was a little skeptical that if she said something, I might end up shutting her out again.

Maybe.

I took that as an opportunity and dragged her with me, to sit on the couch. Settling myself down, I pulled her into my lap, and it felt like things were starting to fall into place. She wrapped her arms around my neck as it traveled a little and her hand weaved through my hair. She was still quiet, no words exchanged yet. I finally spoke, "I should have told you all of this the moment we realized that we were destined to be mates."

A ghost of a smile could be seen appearing on her lips as she said, "It doesn't matter when you tell me whatever this is about. What matters is that you are willing to share it with me, even though it makes you uncomfortable. And that is more than enough for me. Sweetie, if it bothers you that much, I won't ever ask you about it; ever again. So don't worry", ending her statement, she drops a quick kiss on my lips.

"What did I do to be blessed with you?" I asked her with tears forming in my eyes. She chuckled, the voice igniting a fire in every cell of my body, and said, after dropping a quick kiss on my cheek, "Oh please. We both know that I got lucky by getting you as my mate." She dropped a chaste kiss on my lips and suggested, "Now stop with the mushy talk. And let's watch a movie." She was about to move when I circled my arms around her waist and kept her in place. She studied me with a raised eyebrow, so I shook my head, denying her thoughts, and said, "Just listen." Responding with a curt nod, she was all settled in to listen.

"I wasn't a Rogue by birth. I am the eldest son of an Alpha, which naturally makes me his successor. Everything was great. My parents loved each other a lot, and we were like a happy family. I was about 3 years old when my younger brother was born. My Dad couldn't be more proud. It was after this that things started going downhill. A few days after giving birth to my brother, my mother's health started deteriorating. Her health conditions went from bad to worse in the next few days. About a month later, she died. My brother was a month-old baby and, somehow, Dad was convinced that he was the reason behind her death. He stopped looking at him and started behaving as if he didn't exist. It was taking a toll on us."

As I was busy explaining to her my journey and life, Diane's hands were running up and down my back as she tried to soothe my raging nerves.

I gave her a small smile and continued, "A few months went by, and there wasn't any sign of improvement or acceptance from my dad. Then, suddenly out of nowhere, he brings home a woman and declares that he will be marking her and taking her as his second chance mate. They got married on the weekend and, just like that, my brother and I weren't his only family anymore. Two weeks after marriage, my stepmother breaks the news that she is pregnant. And the very next minute, we lost our father to a baby that wasn't even there yet. After that, everything changed. My stepmother gave birth to a son and when my father laid eyes on him, he decided to make him the next Alpha. My brother wasn't very happy about his decision and made it very clear to him. It did not go as he planned: instead, my father threw me and my brother out of the house. He disowned us and, since then, my family only included me and my brother."

"So where is he now? I'd love to meet him someday." I heard Diane say and a sigh left my mouth. "I wish you could, but the truth can't be changed. He was brutally killed."

"WHAT?"

"And that is why I came all the way here to kill the person who is responsible for the same."

"Do you know who killed him? Could I be of some help?" she asked innocently.

I smiled at her and said, "Yes, I know who it is and that is the only reason I have been accepting her unnecessary drama."

She nods, agreeing with my statements. But there was still a dreaded question that needed an answer. As if hearing my thoughts, Diane asks, "Who is it?"

I look at her, holding onto the pain with a hate-filled heart as I say, "Isabella Rivera"