The Mate He Hates

Amanda’s POV

A few minutes after the jet took off, I noticed the uncomfortable and tense look on Matthew. He was so panicked that I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “What is wrong, brother?” I asked, but he only glanced my way for a moment and then looked away.

“Matthew, what is wrong?” I asked curiously.

“Give me a moment, Amanda, I’m communicating with someone through the mind link,” he managed to say, and I frowned.

“Is something wrong?” I asked because, obviously, I could notice something was wrong through the tense and worried look on his face. Matthew didn’t give me a response; instead, he closed his eyes, communicating with someone through the mind link. The worried look etched on his face made me worry even more.

Questions buzzed in my head, and then my thoughts went to Alpha Edward. What if something had happened to him? This might be the reason Matthew seemed tense and worried.

“Is something wrong with Edward?” I asked, and this time Matthew opened his eyes and released a soft sigh.

“Did something happen to him? Do we need to go back?” I asked, my worry rising.

“No, Amanda, nothing is wrong with Edward. It’s a good thing that Alpha Edward sent you and Liam away because just a few moments ago, a group of rogues attacked the mansion, but they were all killed, and everyone is fine, including Edward,” he explained, and my worry increased.

“The mansion was attacked? Is Alpha Edward okay?” I murmured, filled with worry for him. In his condition, I knew he had to be protected.

“Yes, he is fine,” Matthew assured me, but the frown on my face deepened. Despite knowing he was okay, I was still not at rest. I wished I could speak to him through the mind link, at least to be sure that he was okay, but unfortunately, I don’t have my wolf.

“Don’t worry, Amanda, Edward is fine,” Matthew, who must have noticed my worry, assured me, yet I wasn’t at rest. I wished we could go back, but I knew that was impossible. The jet was already flying, and Matthew and Alpha Edward wouldn’t want us there.

Sucking in a deep breath, I closed my eyes and thought of him, the one man I hate yet am so worried about. I wished he hadn’t sent me away. I wanted to be by his side in this trying time of his, yet he pushed me and his son away.

“Take a grip of yourself, Amanda. Forget about him,” I urged myself and took a deep breath.

Hours later!

The jet had landed, and with Liam in Matthew’s arms, we came down from the jet. Out of the jet, I noticed three black SUVs parked waiting for us, and a man dressed in a black suit approached us.

“Welcome, Sir Matthew,” he bowed to Matthew, who nodded at him.

“Welcome,” he also bowed to me, and I responded with a smile.

“I’m Linton, the head of security, and I am here to take you to the pack house. Please come with me,” he gestured, and Matthew nodded at me before leading the way. We got into the car, and I couldn’t help but glance out the window, taking in the new surroundings. The drive was smooth, yet my mind remained turbulent with thoughts of Alpha Edward. Despite the beautiful scenery, I couldn’t shake off the lingering worry.

Liam, nestled in Matthew’s arms, seemed oblivious to the tension, his small face peaceful in sleep. I envied his ability to remain so unaffected.

After what felt like an eternity, we arrived at the pack house. Armed men were stationed in every corner of the building, and as the car came to a halt, I noticed people waiting for us at the entrance door.

“Are you ready to meet your family?” Matthew asked, and a hard gulp passed down my throat.

“Don’t be nervous, Amanda. They are actually the ones nervous to see you,” Matthew assured me, and I nodded and sucked in a deep breath.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Liam, who was asleep, was already awake, and he seemed a bit confused.

“Let’s go out,” Matthew said, and the door was opened by one of the guards. Sucking in a deep breath, I stepped out of the car with Liam in Matthew’s hands, and then Matthew stood beside me.

“Let’s go, sis,” he smiled and led us toward the people waiting for us.

As we approached the people waiting for us, my eyes interlocked with a woman-a woman I believed was my mother. I was a replica of her, with the same sea-blue eyes, the same wavy long hair, and the same skin tone. We looked practically alike, only that I was the younger version of her.

“Mother!” I whispered as we got closer, my heart pounding in my chest. The lady stepped away from the others and approached me, her eyes still interlocked with mine. Getting closer to me, she cupped my face with both hands and stared right into my eyes.

“My baby… my baby…” she mumbled, tears glistening in her eyes. “You are here… you…” she paused and turned to Matthew. “Son, I told you she is alive. Your little sister is alive. I was never insane,” she stuttered, tears dropping on her cheeks.

“My baby… you’re really here,” she repeated, her voice choked with emotion as she pulled me into a tight embrace. The comforting scent of her flooded my senses, and I felt a rush of emotions-joy, relief, and a hint of sadness for the years lost.

“Mother…” I whispered, my own tears spilling over as I hugged her back. It felt surreal, standing here with my family after everything I’d been through.

Liam, still in Matthew’s arms, reached out curiously, and my mother’s face lit up when she saw him.

“And who is this handsome little man?” she asked, gently taking Liam from Matthew.

“This is Liam, Mother. My son,” I introduced, my voice filled with pride and a bit of nervousness. I watched as her eyes softened, and she cradled Liam close, her tears flowing freely.

“My grandson… I never thought I’d live to see this day,” she murmured, planting a gentle kiss on Liam’s forehead. He squirmed a little but soon settled in her warm embrace. Taking a good look at her, she didn’t look like someone who was mentally ill, as Matthew had said. Perhaps my presence was helping her condition.

“Welcome home, Amanda,” another voice said, and I turned to see a tall, broad-shouldered older man stepping forward. His face was a mixture of relief and happiness.

“Father,” I breathed, recognizing him immediately. Matthew looks so much like him. He pulled me into a hug, his grip strong and comforting.

“I get to finally see you,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “We’ve all missed you. We never thought you were alive.” He mumbled and broke the hug. Our gazes interlocked, and I could see the relieved look on his face as he smiled proudly at me.

“You look just like your mother,” his smile widened, and I smiled back at him.

“Who do we have here? Is this not my lost little stepsister?” A voice spoke behind Father, and I had to look through to see a remarkably handsome man standing before me. Just like Matthew, he looks so much like Father, with the same eyes and facial features. The aura around him carries a lot of authority, and without being told, I knew this was my stepbrother, Alpha Killian.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, sister.” He smirked and ran a slow gaze over me. Somehow, I wasn’t comfortable with his eyes on me; there was just something odd about him.