Page 9 of My Unexpected Mate

“Don’t you have to get to know someone before you get these types of feelings for them? I was with her for about 10 seconds, give or take. I don’t even know her name.”

“Well, werewolves have mates. Maybe, she is your mate,” he stated.

That was a very freaky thing if you asked me. Werewolves had these instant connections to their mates, their other halves. It was magical and binding. They would die or go crazy if something happened to their mate. I was always glad we warlocks didn’t have to put up with it. Just thinking about caring that much about someone freaked me out.

Nick still hasn't found his mate. He was not sure if he would even recognize her. His father’s warlock side was much more dominant than his werewolf. He had his wolf. He could shift, but he didn’t do it very often. He says he wasn’t very comfortable in his wolf form. That sucked for me because his wolf Nate was more charming than Nick and he definitely didn’t annoy me as much as Nick sometimes. Because his werewolf side was weaker, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to recognize his mate. And he was fine with that. He was not interested in finding her.

“I am not a werewolf, Nick. And neither is she,” I frowned at him.

“I know that. But maybe witches and warlocks have something similar.”

“I have never heard about that,” I said, sipping my coffee, “and I hope it’s not true.”

“Yeah, that would be terrible for you, man,” he laughed, “but I think you should go find her. It is going to drive you insane. Find her, talk to her. Find out who and what she is. And then do the best for you. Either fuck her and make her yours or tell her to go to hell.”

I growled at him. I didn’t like either of these two options.

He laughed at me.

“Did you just growl, man? Nice job. Nate is impressed.”

“Of course, he is. Ask him if he could come out more. He is much nicer than you. I like him better,” I joked.

“Well, he says he will if you stop being a wimp. Go get your jacket. Let’s go find her.”

Well, I guess I don’t have anything to lose. Maybe just my sanity.

We got into Nick’s car and drove away to the hair salon. We will start our search there.

Aria’s POV

Annie’s house was near the forest. That was the first thing I remembered. She described the forest near her home, and I felt like I was there. Looking at a map of the city I saw that the forest stretched on the north side. Secondly, I remember her saying it was a nice neighborhood. Her parents are lawyers so it made sense that they could afford a nice living. I remember her saying her house was yellow and had a beautiful garden in front of it. Her mom loved flowers. She talked about other things, but I couldn’t remember anything more. I hoped it would be enough to find her. Still, it was a pretty big area and I had to narrow it down a bit more.

I decided to go back to the bakery and ask Pete for help. I hadn’t gone far so I was back inside in a matter of minutes.

“Forgot something, beautiful?” Pete smiled at me.

“I just wanted to ask you something,” I smiled back.

“Sure. How can I help you?”

I walked up to the counter and showed him my map.

“I am searching for a friend. She moved here with her parents a couple of years ago. I don’t know her address, but I know she lives near the forest in a nice neighborhood. Could you tell me in which neighborhoods I could look for her? It is a pretty big area,” I explained.

“Sure thing, sweetie. Do you have a pen?”

I handed him my pencil and he underlined a couple of street names on my map.

“There you go. These are some of the nicest neighborhoods in the city. Do you have a car?"

“No. I was planning on taking a bus there. Or walking if it’s not far.”

“It’s not that far, but better take a bus. It’s line number 13. Go to the last stop and start there. I hope you find her.”

“Thank you, Pete. You are very kind,” I smiled at him and folded my map.

“Goodbye, beautiful. And good luck.”