Their Unexpected Love

Chapter 9: Demetrio

I f*****g scored! 

I walk into the f*****g warlock's potion room. 

There are little bottles of different colored liquid everywhere. 

Well, s**t! What color did Kate say I should be looking for, purple or gray or did she say white? Screw it! I will take one of each. Then I rearrange the bottles on the shelf to cover the empty spaces of the bottles I took.

As I turn to walk back out to meet Marcos, I hear him running out of the house.

What the f**k?

I quickly run after him and as soon as he hits through the front gate he phases into his wolf form and his high-tailing it out of there. 

What the f**k is wrong with the dude?

I quickly close the door to the house and the gate and lift into the air and fly in the direction of the jeep. When I arrive at the jeep, my future bro-in-law is looking at me with one of those looks-could-kill looks and I roll my eyes at him.

This dude has no clue how much he is destroying my life right now. I have very little patience for this s**t.

"Don't look at me that way. I don't know what the f**k happened to Marcos, either. He just went wolf and ran out." I say with a shrug.

"Did something happen to him in there?" Patrick asks.

"f**k if I know. I didn't even get a chance to tell him that I found the damn potion room and grabbed the potions. He just ran out, like a bat out of hell." I say as I jump in the passenger side of the jeep.

"I already sent Fred and Jasper ahead to flank him. We should hurry up and get back. Find out what the hell is going on with him." Patrick growls as he starts the jeep. 

"Fine. Whatever. Here are the f*****g bottles." I throw the pouch of bottles in his lap.

He doesn't even look at me and punches the accelerator of the jeep and the hard impact makes me lurch into my seat belt.

Fucker!

We ride in silence for a while. I can feel the tension between us.

"You need to stay away from her!" Patrick cuts the silence and tension with his growl.

I laugh, "Who exactly, should I stay away from?" I ask. Even though I know exactly who is f*****g talking about.

"You know who, leech! She is not your mate. She is too good for you. She deserves a good male of her own kind." Patrick continues.

"f**k you! You might want to take up your concerns with the Goddesses. It's not like we control who we are mated to. Fae is mine. Even if she doesn't want to accept it." I growl at him.

Patrick slams on the brakes of the jeep and we are stopped in the middle of nowhere.

My body immediately goes on defensive mode. 

"You have no right to claim her! Your kind destroyed us! Fae is too young to remember but I am not. I was eleven years old when Fae was a pup. Our parents died protecting us from your kind. Your kind gutted our father alive and murdered our mother while she begged for our lives. I managed to carry Fae away from the m******e that occurred in our very home. The Moon Goddess would never give my sister such an ugly fate of being mated to a bloody leech-like the ones who left us, orphans. Do you think she would?" Patrick said to me with complete honesty in his voice.

Fuck!

I didn't expect him to be so upfront with me. 

Fuck!

I wouldn't want that s**t either.

I don't have a sister but if I did, I would be doing the same thing he was doing to protect her. 

She doesn't even want me anyways. Maybe all that s**t about the sparks is just in my head. 

"She doesn't want me anyways, man. You have nothing to f*****g worry about. As soon as we find the f*****g witch, I am leaving back to my clan." I say defeated.

He starts moving the jeep again. 

"Good." He says to me.

"I love her, man. That is not going to f*****g change." I whisper to him. 

He ignores me, but I know he heard me.