The Blue Eyed Mate

My Lovely Mate

Arthur's Pov

Havoc's words echoed in my ears, "Mate, that's our mate." His excitement was palpable, and it was all he could say. I, too, was filled with anticipation, hoping that the figure standing at the bottom of the stairs was the one I had been searching for. The one who would complete me.

As she stood there, my heart raced with excitement. I couldn't help but stare at her, every fiber of my being screaming that she was the one. But before I could even step towards her, she bolted away. Fear, anger, frustration, or embarrassment, I couldn't tell what caused her to run away.

"Does she not want us?" Havoc said.

"Of course not," I shouted back.

"Maybe it's you, maybe you scared her away," he suggested.

Doubts crept into my mind, "Is it my fault? Did I scare her away? Will she reject us?" The mere thought of her not wanting us sent chills down my spine.

My heart is pounding in my chest. I am in a state of shock as I watch her walk away. I don't care that Damien and Nicholas are standing there. I can't let her go.

Determined, I start running through the woods, the sound of my footsteps and the rustling of leaves the only sound in my ears.

I focus solely on catching up to her, disregarding the obstacles in my path. My only desire is for her to turn, look at me, and acknowledge me somehow. Every step I take, every breath I draw, is for her.

Finally, I catch a glimpse of her, and I shout out, "Wait!" I am desperate for her to stop, give me a chance to explain, and make things right.

As soon as I got close to her, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me. Once again, I was met with the same beautiful blue eyes staring back at me.

I don't know what it was about her eyes, but it hit me as soon as I saw them. I was holding her wrist; that feeling made me not want to let go of it again.

The first thing that caught my attention was her big, beautiful eyes that shone like a star despite their blue hue. Her wavy black hair flowed effortlessly down to her shoulders, framing her delicate face in a way that made my heart beat.

And those cherry red lips - a hint of red that I never knew would look so delicious. She was shorter than me, standing at around 165 cm, but not quite 170.

Her outfit was simple yet stylish - light blue jeans, a black T-shirt with a butterfly print, and a pair of black and white sneakers.

Every fiber of my being was drawn to her, and I noticed every detail about her. Was this what they called a fated bond? Every inch of me craved to know more about her.

My intense desire to know why she had fled was so overpowering that I failed to notice when my voice began to tremble. "What made you run away? Am I so awful that you can't even bear to look at me?" I asked, my voice laced with pain.

"It's not your fault. I fled because I didn't know what else to do. I always knew I would find you eventually, but I never expected it to be so soon," she replied quickly.

"So, you didn't leave because of me?" I asked, taking her hand in mine.

"No," was all she said. But that answer was enough to put my mind at ease for some inexplicable reason.

"In that case, can we talk now?" I inquired. I saw her flinch at my question, but she nodded in agreement. Her reaction was so endearing that I couldn't resist teasing her.

Her innocent actions bolstered my confidence, and I took the opportunity to introduce myself.

"My name is Arthur Knight. What's yours?" I say back to her.

"My name is Scarlet Sullivan," she says back shyly. She looked so adorable, and I wanted to hug her so badly. But I held myself back, not wanting to scare her away. However, I restrain myself, not wanting to frighten her away.

To ease the tension, I tease her, "So you're the baby sister Damian couldn't shut up about."

She laughs at my comment. Her laugh was so captivating that I wanted to keep seeing her laughing forever. I only realized how much I was staring at her once she stopped laughing.

"What is it?" she asked me nervously. It felt pleasing to look at her trying to be guarded against me. I can't explain how grateful I was that she was still alive.

"Well, I just never expected that I would find you. I'm about to be 25 soon. So we all thought that my fated mate may have passed away Since I couldn't find her". Just a thought alone pains me that I may not have seen Scarlet ever.

"Oh," that was all she said. But after a while, she looked up at me and asked, "Are you disappointed?".

I was confused at her question about what she meant, so I asked her,

"At what?".

"That's I'm your mate. Like you said, you're about to be 25 soon, and I just turned 18 a few days ago. So I thought that you may not like me, " that was all she said.

"Of course not. The goddess chose you as my destined one. Why would I be disappointed. You are my other half". I answered back to her. Why would I be? She's perfect.

She seemed surprised by my answer. Did she expect me to reject her? Why would I? I have been waiting for her all my life. I'm not going just to let her go; she belongs to me, only me.

As I was going to say that to her, Nicholas called, " Scarlet. Where are you?". Why now, I think to myself, just when we finally started to open up. But I didn't want to make Damien and Nicholas angry. God knows what they would do to me when they got out.

I was amused at what they would do when they discovered their baby sister was my mate. I couldn't help but laugh at the idea.

" We should probably let them know what's going on," was all I could say, not being able to hide my amusement.

"This is going to be hard to explain," Scarlet said. I knew what she meant by the comment. It is hard to say that your best friend is my mate to my brother, especially Brothers like Damien and Nicholas, who are so overprotective.

"You can let go of me now. I'm not going to run away", Scarlet said. I realized that I was still holding onto her hand. I always kept going throughout our whole conversation. I didn't even realize that I was still holding on to it. It felt perfect to me.

Scarlet moved away from me and called out to Nicholas in a loud voice, beckoning him to come over. Soon enough, Nicholas came running, his eyes wide with concern.

He held onto Scarlet's shoulders as if to steady her and asked her a flurry of questions, his agitation palpable. I couldn't help but smile inwardly, as I had never seen him like that before.

Scarlet tried to reassure Nicholas that everything was fine, but he seemed unconvinced. He looked at her with a serious expression and reminded her that Damien was waiting for her and would need an explanation for why she had run away.

I could imagine Damien pacing back and forth in the living room, his impatience growing with every passing moment.

Scarlet nodded, assuring Nicholas that she would tell Damien everything. It was amusing to see how the two brothers, known for their strict and serious demeanor, had suddenly transformed into these maternal figures, fussing over Scarlet like a worried mother hen.

It was a side of them that I had never seen before, and I couldn't help but find it endearing.

As we returned to the house, the only sound that broke the silence was the crunching of the leaves beneath our feet. My eyes were fixed on Scarlet, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind.

Her every move piqued my curiosity, and I couldn't wait to hear what she had to say. I was eager to know her thoughts and reactions to what happened.

Scarlet was equally aware of my gaze, and she flinched every time she caught me looking at her. It was adorable, and I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

But Nicholas was also observing us, and I could feel his eyes on me and Scarlet. Perhaps he had already figured out what was happening but remained silent, letting Scarlet explain everything in her own time.