My Unexpected Mate

The Search

Gabriel’s POV

My brain was going to burst. I groaned and turned to my side. I tried to fall asleep again, but my hangover wouldn’t let me.

I didn’t really know how much I had to drink the previous night. I just knew it was a lot. I remembered coming to the club with Nick. We went through security and said hello to Sebastian. He saw how pissed off I was, and he didn’t even try to talk to me. I saw him and Nick exchange looks. Nick just shook his head and Sebastian sighed slightly. Assholes. They thought I didn’t notice their silent conversations.

I didn’t let that bug me for long. I grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniel’s behind a bar and sat at our usual spot. Nick and I drank that bottle pretty quickly. He can hold his liquor better than me. Being half werewolf had its benefits. It took more for him to get drunk, and he didn’t have to suffer from a hangover after. Lucky son of a b***h.

I don’t remember much after that first bottle. Music was loud and the bar was packed with hot, slutty women who threw themselves at us all night long. Nick was getting a lot more offers. Probably because of how pissed off I looked. I saw a couple of girls look my way, but when they saw the look on my face they just gave up. I found it funny. Nick was having a blast, though. By the looks of it, he probably took more than one girl to a hotel the previous night.

I caught myself looking for her all night long. None of them had her green eyes. The more I drank, the more I was searching for her.

I tried to put my focus on something else. Nick tried to get me distracted by making two girls kiss and touch each other in front of us. I was slightly aroused, but it wasn’t anything I hadn’t already seen before, and it didn’t distract me. Which made me even angrier.

There weren’t any fights last night. It was disappointing because I didn’t get an opportunity to unleash my anger on some dipshits who were fighting over some stupid s**t.

Around 2 am I was f****d up drunk. I made myself flirt with one of the human girls who didn’t find me intimidating and I took her home. I couldn’t be in that club anymore and I needed to blow off some steam. s*x was always a great way to do that. I projected an image of a hotel room like I always do and tried to distract myself from her.

We were laying on my bed, making out and she started to kiss and lick her way to my c**k. It wasn't even hard. I just couldn’t focus. Before she could take off my jeans, I put a spell on her. I had a reputation to uphold. I couldn’t have her walking around telling people Gabriel Richardson couldn’t get his d**k up. So, I projected an image of us having s*x. She was laying on my bed, moaning. My spells were done to perfection. There was no way she would know it wasn’t real. Even if she was supernatural, she wouldn’t know. I was that good.

Her loud moans started to get on my nerves, so I went to my bathroom and took a cold shower.

I felt every emotion from the last couple of months boiling inside of me. Rage, sadness, guilt, weakness, everything was mixing and threatening to come out in some ugly ways. I have to keep my magic under control.

My grandma taught me to subdue my magic. So other supernatural beings and humans couldn’t sense my power. This ability kept me safe. Some inquisitors have learned to recognize supernatural beings just by feelings they had around them. Humans sensed we were different; they could feel our power. They just don’t know what it is. Inquisitors, on the other hand, have learned about what it means and how to recognize it and they know it is a supernatural quality. A lot of supernatural beings were discovered because of it. So, I couldn’t lose my s**t. They would feel me. I have been successfully avoiding them for a year now. I am not revealing myself now.

I took a few deep breaths and let the cold water chill me.

When I came back to my room the girl was sleeping. The projection ended. I woke her up, called her a cab and sent her home. She was happy and kept telling me that was the best s*x of her life. If only she knew...

It didn’t take me long to fall asleep.

I glanced at my phone and saw it was 10 am. I thought I would sleep a lot longer. I guess my headache woke me up.

I got out of bed, freshened up, put on sweats and a hoodie, and went downstairs to make myself something to eat.

I was in the middle of my eggs and bacon breakfast when Nick let himself in.

“Good morning, sunshine!” he greeted cheerfully. “Well, you look like shit.”

“Thank you, Nick. Not all of us have werewolf genes,” I said, smirking at him.

He laughed, “Not everything is about genes, my man. A lot of it is just about how incredible I am,” he winked at me like I was one of his sluts.

“How come I don’t see it?” I teased him while putting my plate in the dishwasher.

“Jealousy is clouding your vision,” he said.

I smirked and poured myself a cup of coffee. “Want some?”

“Sure. I need to be awake to search for your girl.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, man. Do I want to find her?” I asked him, hoping he would say something smart.

“Why not?” he looked surprised.

I didn’t know how to explain it. Nick was my friend and I have known him since we were kids. But we never talked about feelings. No guy talks about his feelings with his friends. We just joked around. How could I explain this without sounding like a p***y? I sighed and gave it my best shot.

“I’m not used to these feelings, man. I’ve never felt anything for a girl except a need to f**k her. And I don’t even want to do that to her. It’s confusing and I don’t even know if I want to find out why.”

“Well, maybe for the first time you see a future with someone. Not just s*x, but like a relationship,” he shrugged.

“Don’t you have to get to know someone before you get these types of feelings for them? I was with her for about 10 seconds, give or take. I don’t even know her name.”

“Well, werewolves have mates. Maybe, she is your mate,” he stated.

That is a very freaky thing if you ask me. Werewolves had these instant connections to their mates, their other halves. It was magical and binding. They would die or go crazy if something happened to their mate. I was always glad we warlocks didn’t have to put up with it. Just thinking about caring that much about someone freaked me out.

Nick still hasn't found his mate. He is not sure if he would even recognize her. His father’s warlock side was much more dominant than his werewolf. He had his wolf. He could shift, but he didn’t do it very often. He says he isn’t very comfortable in his wolf form. That sucks for me because his wolf Nate was more charming than Nick and he definitely didn’t annoy me as much as Nick sometimes. Because his werewolf side is weaker, he isn’t sure if he will be able to recognize his mate. And he is fine with that. He is not interested in finding her.

“I am not a werewolf, Nick. And neither is she,” I frowned at him.

“I know that. But maybe witches and warlocks have something similar.”

“I have never heard about that,” I said, sipping my coffee, “and I hope it’s not true.”

“Yeah, that would be terrible for you, man,” he laughed, “but I think you should go find her. It is going to drive you insane. Find her, talk to her. Find out who and what she is. And then do the best for you. Either f**k her and make her yours or tell her to go to hell.”

I growled at him. I didn’t like either of these two options.

He laughed at me.

“Did you just growl, man? Nice job. Nate is impressed.”

“Of course, he is. Ask him if he could come out more. He is much nicer than you. I like him better,” I joked.

“Well, he says he will if you stop being a wimp. Go get your jacket. Let’s go find her.”

Well, I guess I don’t have anything to lose. Maybe just my sanity.

We got into Nick’s car and drove away to the hair salon. We will start our search there.

Aria’s POV

Annie’s house was near the forest. That was the first thing I remembered. She described the forest near her home, and I felt like I was there. Looking at a map of the city I saw that the forest stretched on the north side. Secondly, I remember her saying it was a nice neighborhood. Her parents are lawyers so it made sense that they could afford a nice living. I remember her saying her house was yellow and had a beautiful garden in front of it. Her mom loved flowers. She talked about other things, but I couldn’t remember anything more. I hoped it would be enough to find her. Still, it was a pretty big area and I had to narrow it down a bit more.

I decided to go back to the bakery and ask Pete for help. I hadn’t gone far so I was back inside in a matter of minutes.

“Forgot something, beautiful?” Pete smiled at me.

“I just wanted to ask you something,” I smiled back.

“Sure. How can I help you?”

I walked up to the counter and showed him my map.

“I am searching for a friend. She moved here with her parents a couple of years ago. I don’t know her address, but I know she lives near the forest in a nice neighborhood. Could you tell me in which neighborhoods I could look for her? It is a pretty big area,” I explained.

“Sure thing, sweetie. Do you have a pen?”

I handed him my pencil and he underlined a couple of street names on my map.

“There you go. These are some of the nicest neighborhoods in the city. Do you have a car?"

“No. I was planning on taking a bus there. Or walking if it’s not far.”

“It’s not that far, but better take a bus. It’s line number 13. Go to the last stop and start there. I hope you find her.”

“Thank you, Pete. You are very kind,” I smiled at him and folded my map.

“Goodbye, beautiful. And good luck.”

I waved at Pete and left the bakery.

The bus stop wasn’t far. After 15 minutes I was already sitting in a bus. I took my map and looked at the street names Pete had underlined for me.

Autumn Alley, Spring Alley, Summer Alley and Winter Alley. I smiled. I like the names.

The last stop was at the end of Autumn Alley. I was looking for a yellow house that had a garden in front. I hoped that they hadn’t changed anything. Maybe the house is painted in a different color now. I will have to check the mailboxes. Her last name is Powell.

I got off the bus and started walking. The Alleys weren’t that big. There were maybe 50 houses on Autumn Alley, and it took me about 20 minutes to walk and check mailboxes on the houses that looked like they could be Annie’s. I tried to be subtle about it. I didn’t want to scare anybody into thinking I was an inquisitor.

I was halfway into Spring Alley when a familiar surname caught my attention. Richardson. I froze. Could it be? I tried to gather my thoughts. Can it really be Claudia Richardson?

The house was big and modern, painted white. There was a big garage on the side of it and a big, black Jeep was parked in front. I was staring and trying to decide what to do when a woman’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Hi dear, can I help you?” a very pretty middle-aged woman smiled at me.

She was a werewolf. I could smell her. She was standing in the garden of a house next door. She probably saw me staring. I felt a little bit embarrassed.

“Hi. Sorry,” I smiled and walked toward her. “Does Claudia Richardson live here?” I asked politely.

“She used to.”

I was disappointed. I found her even though I thought I never would. And she isn’t here anymore.

“Oh. Did she move away?” I asked, trying not to show my disappointment.

“No dear. She died.”

I froze. She died? How? Did my grandma know? What is going on? My head was full of questions, and I felt a headache coming. This was bad. What am I going to do now?

The woman in front of me teared up. She was probably close with Claudia.

“I am so sorry for your loss Mrs…” I said after managing to silence the screaming questions that were forming inside my head.

“Black. But feel free to call me Linda,” she smiled slightly.

“I am really sorry, Linda. I can see she meant a lot to you.”

“Yeah. She was a great friend. How did you know her?” she asked me.

Crap. What could I say?

“Oh. Um… She and my grandma were friends. I am visiting my friend here in the city and my grandma suggested I should visit her and say hello. My grandma said she would be glad to see me. Claudia knew me when I was a baby. My grandma will be sad when she hears Claudia is gone,” I said, hoping she couldn’t see through my lies.

I hate lying. I was terrible at it.

“Yes. We were all sad when she died,” she sighed. “What is your name?”

“Oh. I am sorry. It’s Aria,” I smiled, feeling embarrassed that I didn't introduce myself earlier.

“Well, Aria, you could always talk to her grandson. Maybe your grandma will be pleased to know about her family,” she smiled warmly.

She has a grandson? Maybe he knows something about this prophecy. Maybe I could talk to him.

“He lives here?”

“Yes. He lives alone. That is his car,” she pointed at the black Jeep parked in front of the garage, “but he isn’t here right now. He and my son Nick are in the city.”

Maybe I should talk to him. Carefully, do not give anything away. But maybe he knows something. I have to think this through.

“Thank you, Linda. You are very kind,” I smiled. “I would love to talk to him, of course. If I have some time before I leave the city, I will come by. I hope he will be at home.”

“Oh, I will tell him a pretty girl is looking for him. He won’t leave his house until you do come,” she winked at me.

I laughed.

“Well, I should go. My friend is probably waiting for me.”

“It was very nice to meet you, Aria. I hope I will see you if you come back to talk to her grandson,” She smiled at me.

“I will be sure to come and say hello,” I smiled back and started walking away.

I felt her stare as I was walking away. She knew I was a witch, but she didn’t say anything. We knew we couldn’t reveal ourselves just like that. You never know who could be listening. She was a nice lady. I will definitely go by her house if I decide to come back and talk to Claudia’s grandson.

It was now 2 pm and I was already at the end of Summer Alley when I saw it. Yellow house surrounded by flowers. Paint cans on the front porch and the surname Powell written in calligraphy on a mailbox. Annie’s work. This was it. I smiled and ran to the door.

I rang the doorbell and waited. After a minute or two Annie opened the door. She was wearing overalls and was covered in paint. There were headphones around her neck and her long blonde hair was tied up into a messy bun. Her brown eyes grew double in size when she saw me,

“ARIA!” she screamed and threw herself at me.

She was bigger and taller than me and I almost fell. I hugged her tightly and smiled.

“Hi, Annie.”

“Aria?! What are you doing here?” she screamed.

I love her. She was always so warm, and she could always make me smile. She was also very loud. I had forgotten about that. I think it's charming. It is just a sign of how passionate she is about life and the things she loves.

I smiled at her. I really missed her.

“Well, it’s a long story. Can I come in?”

“Oh, sorry, yeah. Get in,” she stepped away from the door so I could get inside. The house was very Annie. Colorful, modern and artsy. Her paintings were on every wall. I loved it.

She showed me to the living room and pointed to a big black couch.

“Sit. Would you like some coffee?”

“Yeah, sure. Thank you.”

She ran to the kitchen, and I took this opportunity to glance around. There was a piano in the living room. Her mom played and Annie learned a couple of songs from her. I remember her playing for me. She was very excited because I am a piano player and she wanted to impress me. I took lessons all through my childhood. I haven’t played in a while, and I missed it.

Glass doors led to the back porch. It was big. Great for entertaining. I remember her parents always had people over. They are very social. They probably have big parties here as well.

She came back carrying two cups of coffee and she handed me one.

“Okay. Talk. What are you doing here?”

I sighed and told her about what had happened in our village. By the time I finished talking we were both crying.

“I can’t believe that happened,” she said with tears running down her face. “I am so sorry about your grandma.”

“It was horrible. I can’t believe it was only two days ago. I think I am still not fully aware of what has happened.”

“Yeah. It takes a while to accept it,” she said, wiping her eyes. “My parents died,” she added quietly.

“What?” I was shocked.

I didn’t ask about them sooner. I assumed they were at work.

“When?”

“About six months ago. By inquisitors. They were caught outside of the city. They were coming back from their vacation, and they caught them,” she sobbed.

I felt tears falling down my face. Her parents were great. They always welcomed me with open arms. Helped me and my grandma. I can’t believe they are gone.

“I am so sorry Annie,” I said and sat down next to her.

I hugged her tightly.

After a couple of minutes, she let go of me and wiped her puffy eyes.

“Thank you, Aria. I am so glad you came. I was so alone. I need a friend,” she smiled.

I understood how she felt. I also needed a friend. She was alone for six months. I was alone for two days. What are two days compared to six months? Nothing. My heart ached for her.

“I am glad to be here. I am so happy I found you,” I smiled at her.

“Where is your stuff? Where are you staying?”

“At a hotel downtown. Moontel. Funny name, I know.”

She laughed, “Yeah, I know about that one. Come on, get up. We are going to get your stuff and you are coming here.”

She grabbed her car keys and we got in her car.

I felt peaceful. I am so glad I found her.