The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 4

After Blake finished her breakfast and her coffee she excused herself from the table and head to her room. Coming to the staircase, Ross stood at the bottom waiting for her.

"Why did you let him in?" Blake asked her brother. She knew well that Ross had let Seth inside the house.

"I'm worried about you," Ross explained with an apologetic tone. "Seth isn't wrong, you've changed. And I'm scared that I'll lose you too."

"Ross, you won't lose me. I'll always be here."

"That's what I'm afraid of too."

"I don't understand."

"I don't want to be the reason why you can't do things like the Hunt or-"

"Ross," Blake lifted her hand up to stop him, "I'm doing what's best for the both of us."

"But is it? How long will watch over me? How long will it take for you to be the old Blake who used to fantasies about finding her mate and becomes the powerful female-wolf, who will one day rule the world," he said raising his voice.

Blake couldn't help chuckle at the thought of her younger self, "Ross, I was a child. Besides, I-," Blake cut herself off. She was about to confess to her brother about her little secret.

"Blake?"

Shaking her head while forcing a smile, "Nothing, I have work to do."

Making her way around her brother to go up the stairs, Ross gripped her arm, "Why not accept Seth's proposal? He loves you. He can protect you. Provide for you. You wouldn't have to worry about paying bills or work or-"

Blake placed her free hand over her brother's hand at gripped her other arm, "Ross, he's not my mate. And I won't take another woman's mate, even if he is an Alpha. I won't be that kind of woman."

"But he lo-"

"It's a crush, Ross. It's not love."

"How do know?" He whispered.

"Because I just do." Blake lied trying to smile at her brother while looking him in the eye but she couldn't. She wasn't even sure if Seth was her mate. She couldn't tell. But that didn't change the fact that she could never give a pup to Seth if he was. He would be an Alpha without a hair to his bloodline. Blake couldn't do that to him. She couldn't do that to no man. "Go to school Ross. You're going to be late."

Ross turned his head to look at the father clock in the other room to see it was well past seven o'clock. With a small curse from under his breath, he to the kitchen yelling, "I'm so late."

Blake smiled and yelled back, "You wouldn't be late if you didn't have a monster-"

"Not another word," he growled running out of the kitchen with his bag. "It was stuck and being stubborn," he blushed.

"No need," she yawned. "I ready to go. Besides, the meet shouldn't take that long. Can you make sure there is coffee ready for me when I get home? I'm going to have to do an all-nighter and finish this up before tomorrow," she said getting up out of her computer chair.

Blake slipped her hand under her baggy, white t-shirt to scratch the inch under her bra-line. Lazily walking towards her bed she slipped on her socks that she left on the bed.

"You're not going to the meet looking like that, are you?" Ross's brows rose to hair-line if it could. "For moon's sake your wearing sweatpants and an old white tee with a coffee stain on it!"

Blake looked down at her tee, pulling the shirt out to indeed find a stain on it, "Well look at that, so it does."

"You can't look at the King looking like that," her brother said horrified.

"It's fine, I won't be there for long. It's not like I'm there to impress anyone."

"But-"

"You worry too much," Blake yawned once more getting off the bed and walking around him to head down the stairs to get her shoes on.

"Blake, this is the King we are talking about! If you show up looking like that! It's disrespectful towards him!"

"Oh well," she shrugged. "If he knows what's best for him, he won't say anything."