Her Fated Mate

ChapterNo: 13

Caleb's P.O.V.

I felt betrayed by her, but more, I felt disgusted by the thought of betrayal. I didn't love her, so why did I think her actions were responsible for my mood? I was wide awake the whole night and couldn't sleep a wink. The pain kept me wide awake and only increased with every minute. I loathed her for it, yet when she kept calling, again and again, I thought that maybe she realized that she f****d up badly and was sorry for it. Perhaps she wasn't conscious when she cheated on me. Possibly someone manipulated her into doing it. So, I answered her call after a while, expecting many things, but the moment she responded, I realized who she was and what she meant to me.

NOTHING!

That's what she was. She was a b***h I f****d from time to time to feed my s****l hunger and tame my wolf down because we were pulled together in a f*****g mate bond. But these new feelings, this pull I felt towards her, were screaming at me to make her realize what she did and repent for what she did. I didn't care. Pfffff! I would never care about her or whom she f****d around with because I loved Bella. My princess was the one I cared about, and I would do anything for her. And that is what she called to inform me about. Veronica told me to get something that belonged to Bella, so the witch could extract her scent and mix it with mine. The potion was supposed to make her fall for me, and she would forget that asshole, Mason. I was skeptical about this, but Veronica seems quite sure about this witch's work, so I'm going to take the risk. After all, what is life without a few risks?

I let go of all the misery I had been feeling for the past few hours and let myself dream about a pleasant future for the next few minutes. The future where Bella would be wrapped up in my arms, where we would mark each other and mate for life, where we would have a few cubs running around us, creating a nuisance and trouble wherever they go, where Bella would be the strict mom, and I would be the cool dad; where everything felt PERFECT!

I am pulled out of my dream world with a beep on my phone. Looking at it, I realize it's Veronica.

Veronica: We don't have time, Cal. Please finish by then and meet me at Barney's at 7 pm. Please don't be late.

What the hell has gotten into her?

Please? Like really?

Veronica and please, don't go together. Nothing in this world could make her do that, well, except for Brownie sundaes. That woman loves her Brownie Sundaes more than anything else, even more than she likes Mason. A smile graces my lips as I remember when she made me take her out around midnight because she was exhausted from all the bedroom action and craved some ice cream, not just any ice cream. She was quite particular about the flavor she craved; a Brownie sundae with hot chocolate sauce drizzled over it. The way her eyes sparkled when the waiter placed the dish in front of her, the happiness radiating from her, the way her legs bounced with excitement; I could say that she loved it, and that day I realized it was indeed her guilty pleasure.

Diverting my mind from the unusually detailed thoughts about her, and replied.

Me: Fine, Ver!

The moment I sent the message, I realized something. Veronica wants me to meet her at Barney's, not at the hotel, even though we were seeing each other at night. Why? I couldn't understand. So I asked her via text.

Me: Why Barney's? We could meet at the hotel.

She took her sweet time to reply, which could be because she was busy doing something. But she did, only to say;

Veronica: I won't be able to travel to your hotel. I have to deliver the things to the witch before midnight, so she can start her work. So, you have to come and meet me at Barney's with the items, and I'll take them from there.

That was quite elaborate, but I didn't want to argue anymore, so I agreed.

Me: OKAY!

Now all I had to do was get something that belonged to Bella. Veronica specifically mentioned needing either Bella's hair, nails, or blood. Blood was obviously out of choice because I had to hurt her first. And knowing Bella, a little scratch won't shed her blood, it needed to be something big, and I wasn't ready to go big on her.

Never will be!

So the options that were left included her hair and nails. Bella was never interested in keeping her nails long, so that was a no-go. My last option was her hair, which I could get my hands on quite quickly. All I had to do was go to her room and pull out a few strands from her comb, and that's it for me. Or so I thought!