Alpha's Reborn Mate

CHAPTER 5 : FIRST BAD IMPRESSION

After exchanging all the information he had, he asked Samirah for her opinion again.

"Uncle, you didn't mention his name or his pack name," Samirah said.

"Ah, that. His name is Kian Winslow. I asked but they refused to disclose the pack name. Maybe he is from a small, unknown pack. However, we shouldn't judge him based on his pack."

Samirah nodded in agreement. It was true. She already learnt her lesson for judging someone based on their face value. Something that appeared perfect wouldn't necessarily be perfect on the inside as well. Same goes the other way.

"I will meet him," Samirah said in the end, "Ask him about the place and time. I will be there."

Samirah looked at the pleased faces of her uncle and aunt and sighed in her heart. She was reluctant but to keep them happy, she agreed to go.

However, how the meeting would be was all up to her. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she bid them goodnight and went back to her room. It was quite late in the night but Samirah was sleepy.

She sat crossed legged on the carpet by the window and wrote a lot of her thoughts on the diary. She wrote about her day and her upcoming meeting with Kian.

Then, with a light heart, she went to bed. The softness made her sigh and sleep came almost immediately. However, rest of her night wasn't as peaceful as the first few moments on the bed.

Nightmares dominated most of her sleep and ruined the dreams she hoped for. She dreamt of the painful days in her previous life. It was bad enough that she had to live through it once but after a night full of nightmares, Samirah couldn't believe that they followed her back to this life as well.

Samirah left her bed with a disgruntled look on her face and went to wash up first. She didn't have anything to do today because tests just ended yesterday and their holidays started.

She spent the day with the boys as it was a holiday for them as well.

"Don't throw it like this! Look, I'll show you again." Samirah threw the ball into the basket easily. It was a basketball set made for kids so it was easy for her to make a successful shot. It was the boys who were stressed everytime she put the ball through the net.

"It's not fair! You are taller than us!" Josh cried out in accusations. They were stuck in the backyard all evening and only managed to get two shots!

"Too bad," Samirah stuck out her tongue to tease them.

She was about to be mobbed by the angered eight year old twins when uncle Samuel pulled up in his car. Chris and Josh saw the opportunity and rushed over to their father to complain. Uncle Samuel, who just got out the car and was surrounded by the boys, was helpless to their complaints.

"Yes, you two are still small. So eat your meals on time and grow taller. That way you can beat Samirah in basketball."

Chris and Josh's faces fell even further. They did not expect their complaints to result in a lecture from their dad!

"Samirah, let's go inside. I've got something to say." Uncle Samuel called her.

Samirah had a bad premonition. She followed them inside and sat in the living room. The boys stuck to the TV, not paying attention to the adults conversation.

"I told them that you want to meet him first," Uncle Samuel informed, "He asked if threw days later will do? He is currently away for some work and won't be returning until then. He will visit forest ridge on his way to his own pack."

"That's fine. We'll meet then."

Uncle Samuel gave her Kian's number and told her to contact him if she'd like. Samirah had no such intention so the card went better the pages of her diary and into the drawer. Since the date of meeting was fixed, Samirah was a little nervous.

She had her own plans for the meeting but it was still not easy for her. There were two days, Samirah told herself, she had to pull herself together!

Samirah took this time to her advantage to hang out with Alice and strengthen their friendship. This also helped as a distraction from Kian. She didn't tell Alice about him because in her head she was convinced that their relationship won't be going anywhere.

In those two days Alan and Thea wanted to call her out to meet many times but every time she refused with some excuse. She wasn't in the mood to meet the two at all. At the moment she wanted to feel the peace of being back to her family and enjoy living without worries.

Those two days came to an end very soon. The morning of the meeting, uncle Samuel told her the time and place of the meeting. He also told her to be herself and not be nervous. It must be written on her face, or else how could he know she was nervous?!

Samirah hadn't taken the initiative to contact Kian and neither did he text or call her. This made her believe that maybe he was in the same situation as her? Maybe his family also wanted him to mate?

With hopes, Samirah got ready to meet Kian at noon.

They were going to meet for lunch at a restaurant near the border of forest ridge. Kian was the one who chose the location. Samirah was actually happy with the place of meeting. It wasn't a fancy restaurant too far away from her comfort zone. Since Kian was returning from a work trip and Samirah didn't want to leave the pack to meet him, it was the perfect spot for them to meet.

That choice itself added a point in Kian's favour. That didn't mean she was ready to spent her life with him! With a smirk, she gave herself a once over, patted her bag and left.

The restaurant was twenty minutes away from home. She deliberately left ten minutes late and took a taxi.

Inside the taxi, Samirah carefully messed up her hair a little bit, added a very strong, headache inducing perfume, added a little bit of eye shadow on her clothes in random spots. In short, she wanted to look as unkept as acceptable while going out.

Kian already made reservations. Samirah gave the name and a waiter led her to the private booth. Before entering, Samirah added thick, nerdy glasses to complete her look.

"I am sorry for being late. I woke up at like eleven!" Samirah started talking loudly as soon as she entered the room. A subtle scent of wine filled the booth, soothing her senses a little.

Without even looking at Kian, she took off her bag and placed it on the empty seat next to hers. After she adjusted her space, she took her time to have a good look at Kian.

Dark hair swept in a perfect style, equally warm and dark eyes staring at her. His lips were pulled into a small curve. Under them was a smooth jawline. He was even wearing a three piece suit.

Realising that she was getting distracted, Samirah whipped her head up to look at his face again.

She found a hint of amusement swimming in his eyes. Did he find her funny?

Suddenly, Samirah was relieved that she didn't look earlier or else her starting performance would be scraped. He was too good looking! Who would be able to speak like that in front of such a face?!

"Uh, hi," Samirah waved her hand stupidly after recovering from the attack of that gorgeous face.

Kian nodded, "Hello. I apologise for disrupting your sleep."

"Huh?" Samirah's response was subconscious. She hiccuped when she remembered her words from earlier, "Oh right. No worries. I sleep until late afternoon everyday. Not a big deal!"

See? I'm just a lazy girl who has no sense of time, Samirah gloated in her mind. Her eyes once again swept up to take in his straight posture and proper clothes. He definitely won't like a tardy and unkept girl!

However, Kian's response was not up to her expectations, "Your uncle informed me about your exams. Its understandable. Holidays should be enjoyed. The time after exams should be used to relax."

Samirah's lips pursed. My man, can you not be so understanding? Samirah wasn't going to give up. She had several back up plans available for this day.

With her hands hidden under the table, she fumbled with her pocket and sprinkled a little pepper powder on the side of her finger. She brought it up and sniffed it under the pretense of rubbing her nose.

"Aachoo!"

"Aachoo!"

"Haa... Aachoo!"

"Are you alright? Here," Kian quickly handed her the tissue holder in a concerned manner.

"I'm sorry," Samirah felt like she'd be a pro by the end of this meeting, "I'm usually not in good health. Even the slightest bit of cold air makes me cold."

With the tip of her middle finger, she slowly adjusted her thick glasses. It was blatant provocation.