Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,52

more to make sure that they weren’t paying attention to me. When I saw that they were too busy talking to each other, I headed over to Kane.

“We need to talk,” I told him firmly.

“Why, hello to you, too, my love.” A smooth smile crossed his lips.

It was an adorable smile that made me feel things that I shouldn’t have been feeling for him. And I absolutely hated that it made me feel that way.

“Come on.” I reached out and grabbed the sleeve to his suit jacket and then dragged him to the side of the house.

Once we were completely out of sight and out of earshot of the others, I turned to him. “What are you doing here?”

“Call me crazy, but I thought you’d be a little bit happier to see me. Maybe excited, even,” Kane said, shaking his head in amusement. “We are mates, after all. Although it seems like you want to ignore that little fact.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I replied, playing stupid.

“How often do you talk to your other mates?” Kane questioned.

“It’s different. I live with them.”

“Living with someone isn’t a requirement for speaking to someone.”

“They’re also my professors,” I pointed out.

“How many times a day would you say you talk to them on average?”

“Several times a day, at least,” I replied quietly.

“And yet you ignore me every time I call you, Raven. It’s almost starting to seem like you want nothing to do with me.”

I might have only been imagining it, but I could have sworn that he seemed disappointed by the idea.

“You’re dodging the question, Kane,” I said with a sigh.

“Remind me, darling. What was the question again?”

“Why did you come here?” I folded my arms over my chest and just stared at him.

Kane held my eyes for a few moments before shrugging. “I just thought it was time.”

“Time for what?” I asked.

“For me to come take back what’s mine,” Kane said.

Oh. He was ready to reclaim his role as Alpha. “So, you’re finally going to actually starting being an Alpha again?”

His gray eyes met mine again. “That wasn’t what I was talking about,” he murmured.

Being under his gaze made me incredibly nervous. “Then what were you talking about?”

He stared at me for a moment longer and then pointed his chin in the direction of the reception. Maddie and Branden were already having their first wedding dance.

“Well, she just sealed her fate,” Kane said with a sad sigh.

“What do you mean?”

“The Mitchells are one of the most hated werewolf families in the world.”

“Really? No one has ever mentioned that before. Why?”

“Because they have a lot of vampires in their family. Most werewolves consider them traitors,” he explained. “Therefore, your friend is a traitor through major.”

I rolled my eyes. “She couldn’t help it. Fate decided he was her mate. It’s not a decision she made on her own.”

Kane glanced back over at me. “The same way fate decided we were mates?”

“I guess. It all works the same way, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t know. You have a lot of mates. Five, right?”

“Yup. All five Darken.”

“What a lucky girl you are. Some werewolves never find their mates at all, but then there’s you… with not just one but five.”

“I don’t know if I consider myself lucky,” I muttered under my breath.

“Let me guess. I’m your favorite mate,” Kane said.

“Nope.” I shook my head.

A look of surprise filled his eyes. I got the feeling that he wasn’t used to being told he wasn’t the favorite.

“I guess that’s what I get for riding in on this high horse,” he murmured.

I laughed. “You probably should come down to earth.”

“Like hell I will. If I’m not your favorite, then who is?” He paused for a moment. “Wait, let me guess. It’s Aiden, isn’t it?”

“Actually, this may come as a surprise to you, but I don’t have a favorite mate,” I replied quietly, even though I knew that wasn’t completely true. “Each of you is my favorite in your own way.”

And that was the truth.

Colton was my favorite protector. He was the one who always made me feel safe. No matter what life threw my way, I knew he would always do everything in his power to guard me.

Aiden was my favorite jokester. He could always put a smile on my face, even whenever times got rough.

Rhys was my favorite nice guy. He was the sweetest of the five, the one who always put me and my feelings first.

And Theo? Well, he was a little more complicated. Theo was my favorite