Not Ready For My Mate novel Chapter 96

I walked down the stair case with my bags in hand, seeing my mother and father waiting for me at the door. Only they knew I was leaving. No one else. Dad took my bags with a sad smile and walked out the door, putting them in the trunk of the car. We all climbed in and drove off.

The trip to the airport was quiet, I knew they didn't really want me to leave, especially not this way. Some may call me a coward because I'm running away from my problems, but I couldn't care less. I just wanted to leave. He would probably be happier if I wasn't there anymore. Him and Emily can be together, without me interfering.

I stood at the gates. Ready to leave, but I was scared. I knew that I would be staying with family but it still scared me. This is my home. I grew up here.

"Are you ready?" Mom asked me as the announcer called for my plane to board. I took in a deep breath and looked over at my parents.

"Yes, I'm ready."

We all said our final goodbyes before I began to walk away. I boarded my plane and sat down by the window. I still couldn't help to question why?

Why did you reject me Adrian?

Theo/Gages POV

There she stood.

Our mate.

As Izzy stood there in shock we walked forward, slowly. As we approached we couldn't help but inhale her intoxicating scent. She smelt of lavender. That had always been our favourite scent. When ever we got to leave our cell and had to go hunt, we'd always pass a clearing filled with lavender. It was such a beautiful sight to behold, it was on the top of our list of beautiful things, until Izzy came along.

We knew that she was special. That we were meant to be together. We didn't care that we had to give something in return to have her as our mate, we'd do it again. And again. And again. No one could stop us from loving her now. This stupid medallion could come off now and I'd be free. I wouldn't have to suffer under their wrath anymore. This was one of the best day's ever. Or so we thought.

"T-Theo?" We hear her silently ask. Probably thinks we're out cold. We sigh and sit up, not looking at her. We couldn't bare to see that hate in her beautiful eyes.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

What could we say? We had no voice. Then an idea popped into our heads. We grabbed a stick and did something that every child had done once in their lives. We stood up and wrote a few words for her to read. Once done she came slightly closer and read the words.

No voice

"How is that possible?" She questions, still keeping her distance from us. We wanted to explain everything too her, but we can't write everything in the sand.