Chapter 13: His what? – Part 2/3
We entered the building, and it was quiet, a few people were sitting in the reading room, but they barely paid any attention to us. As we continued down the hall, I noticed a few more people I had never seen before. Their eyes stared in our direction, whispers filled the air, and they scowled in my direction as I walked beside their Alpha.
I put my head down, feeling out of place and uneasy. We finally came to a stop, now facing a grey door, and Damon knocked. A sleepy Trevor answered the door a moment later.
He was rubbing his eyes as he opened the door “Yeah?” He said before actually looking at us. His eyes widened, and he straightened himself. “Sorry, Alpha, I didn’t see it was you at first.” He admitted, ashamed of himself.
I peeked around Damon, excited to see my friend, and his surprise didn’t disappoint. Trevor’s eyes almost bulged out of his head. “Amelia!” He shrieked before pulling me into him and squeezing the air out of my lungs.
I giggled at his excitement and bubbly attitude. “I’ve missed you, Trevor, but I can’t breathe,” I said while gasping for air.
He released me and reared back, “I’m so happy to see you.” Trevor said, tears brimming in his eyes.
I smiled. “Me too.” Damon cleared his throat behind me, catching our attention.
“Remember what I said, Amelia and Trevor, keep her safe.” He warned him in a deadly tone.
We both nodded our heads in agreement. “I will.” We both said in unison. Damon’s eyes flickered between us, a brow raised, before shaking his head and walking away.
Trevor waved his hand. “Come in, come in.”
I walked into his home and instantly fell in love. The floors were hardwood, the walls painted a dark green, but not too dark. The lights were a vintage style, and the furniture matched everything perfectly. It was the home décor of my dreams.
We walked over to the plush, grey-coloured couch and sat down. Trevor’s face softened a little “I have to get this off my chest. I am so sorry for what happened that night at the club, Amelia. I should never have taken you there.” So he told me, and his expression became one of solemn.
I looked him dead in the eyes. “Trevor, what happened that night, wasn’t your fault. Neither of us knew that something like that would happen, and I don’t regret going there with you, as I had fun, before the incident.” I told him reassuringly, hoping he would stop blaming himself.
I gave him a loving smile, hoping to ease his worry. Trevor smiled back. “Oh, I’ve missed you, Amelia,” Trevor said before engulfing me in a hug. We stayed like that for a minute before he let me go.
He gripped my hands in his, “So, how have things been?” He asked me in a giddy tone.
I slowly nodded my head. “They have been good, it’s been a bit hard getting used to things around here, but I am adjusting slowly,” I said, chuckling nervously.
He smiled. “Good, I’m glad to hear that. How have things been with Damon?” He asked curiously.
I smiled cheekily. “Things have been good; they have also been trying with him,” I told him as I reminisced on the good times, the intimate times, but also the rough times.
He raised a brow. “Mhm, I bet they’ve been good.” He winked at me, and I rolled my eyes. “There’s been a few moments with him that became very…heated, and I feel something when I am with him. But there are also times when I feel like punching him in the throat; he makes me so angry.” I chuckled.
Trevor snorted. “You don’t have to tell me that; I can relate. Tell me more about what you feel when you are with him?” He asked with a serious expression.
I pursed my lips and thought about his question for a moment. “Well, my stomach swirls with excitement, and so do other places,” I smirked. “I feel comfortable and safe with him. When I am with Damon, it feels like home.” Saying it aloud made everything all the more real, making me realize just how I truly felt towards Damon.
Trevor’s expression softened, and he looked away from me. “That sounds a bit……intense.” He said it almost like a question and then looked back at me. “If that is how you feel, why haven’t you told him?” He asked me while raising his brows questioningly.
I cocked a brow. “Who says I haven’t?” The idea of telling Damon how I felt crossed my mind, but I feared his reaction. We were also two different people from very different backgrounds.
He snorted, “Because I know you haven’t. You never know; his response may surprise you.” He smirked.
I furrowed my brows. “What do you mean by that?” I asked, as his words threw me off.
He pursed his lips and then shook his head “Nothing, never mind. Let’s go to the lounge and play some pool.” He quickly said, practically leaping from the couch. Trevor then grabbed my hand and dragged me to the door.
I chuckled at his mysterious behaviour as he avoided my question like the plague. I decided to put things aside for now and have some fun with my friend.
We left Trevor’s place and headed for the game room, hoping a pool table was available so that we could play a couple of games, but as we rounded the corner, we came face to face with none other than Mira. My good mood was gone within an instant upon seeing her face, knowing that this encounter wouldn’t end well.
Her face scrunched up in disgust as her eyes landed on me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She sneered. “And Trevor, why are you with her? Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with trash?” She said in a bitchy tone, trying to impress those around her.
Trevor snorted. “Amelia is here with me, and yes, she did; why do you think I don’t play with you?” He retorted.
Her eyes widened, and she snarled, “Excuse me? You will not speak to me like that, you runt and as for you.” She pointed to me, “You need to leave before I make you.” She growled out.
Trevor stepped in front of me, blocking her from me. “The Alpha brought her here to visit me. She does not have to leave because you say so and if you dare to hurt her, I’ll make sure the Alpha finds out, and we don’t want that to happen, now do we?” He questioned her.
She huffed in frustration. “What the fuck is so special about that fucking human anyways? Why is Damon so fascinated with her? She’s not even one of our kind, and she isn’t his…….” She stopped mid-sentence and narrowed her eyes at me, studying me intently.
Her eyes widened in astonishment before a grin spread across her face as if something clicked in her head. “You’re his fucking mate, aren’t you human?” She sneered.
My brows pulled together in confusion. “What are you talking about?” I asked her.
She scoffed, “It makes so much sense as to why you are still here, still alive and…I can smell Damon’s scent on you. Also, he is very protective of you, which isn’t very common for our kind, unless you are their mate. I can’t believe I didn’t clue into this sooner. How fucking sad.” She said aloud, disgust and anger lacing her tone.
I remembered what Trevor had told me, regarding mates and as much as I didn’t want to, I had to agree with her. Everything she said was true, and it all pointed to me being his mate, but how could that be possible? I am human, and he is not. Also, if I am his mate, why didn’t he tell me?
Trevor looked back at me, a pitying expression on his face. “She is not the Alpha’s mate. Now back the fuck off, Mira!” Trevor hollered at her before turning to me and placing his hands onto my shoulders. “Do you want to get out of here?” He asked me, but my mind was in a blur right now, trying to figure all of this out.
I finally nodded my head, not wanting to be here anymore, and Trevor then led me back to his home. He closed the door, and I took a seat on the couch, still reeling over everything. Trevor sat beside me. “Are you alright, darling?” He asked, concerned.
I whipped my head to look at him. “Am I Damon’s mate, Trevor? And don’t lie to me.” I glared at him, wanting the truth and not what he thought I needed to hear.