Yzabelle:
Intense gaze was filling me in. I had seen that kind of gaze. The kind that Killian used to give me whenever we locked gazes.
And it has the same effect on me—same wild beats of the heart, same heat curling in.
It’s as if there’s this unexplained powerful pull that made me want to throw myself to him—to this stranger.
And even though it's a simple touch on my skin, I could not ignore the heat that was snaking to me.
“My grandma was right. If I can’t see you in my world, I will see you in the other world,” the guy whispered, almost breathless.
He couldn’t take his eyes off me. I am starting to feel uneasy about the way he looked at me.
Judging from his looks, wearing elegant and signature outfits, I can tell he was in the same society as Killian. He was as gorgeous as Killian. They have the same powerful aura, the same domineering feels. The only difference is that Killian's effect seemed stronger than this guy. And Killian was bigger—I mean taller. But both have these compelling appeal.
Wait… do I have to compare them? There’s nothing to compare, right?
They were different people, alright. It’s just that they seemed to have the same effects on me.
And ugh! What's wrong with these brats? Why did they keep on talking about mates?
The first time I locked eyes with Killian, that was the first thing he said: ‘Mate’.
Yet, he whispered a different name. Way back then, I was disappointed. I thought it was a mistaken identity.
And the rest was history.
But now, this guy was a different case. He seemed too sure of what he uttered even though I am certain he doesn’t know me.
Why did I said so? Because he didn’t utter a name. He was just gazing at me, intently, passionately. The passion that burns.
Just like how Killian looked at me every day.
And somehow, I kind of like the way he looked at me. I feel like glowing inside.
“Who are you?” I finally found my voice.
“Your mate,” he answered. “Don’t you feel it?” He paused and thought for a moment. “The mate bond?”
I tilted my head quizzically. “I am not sure what you are talking about,” I honestly answered.
Though Killian once asked me about that too.
A look of puzzlement crossed his face while looking back at me. “Well, I can’t smell your wolf blood though.”
Wolf? Did he mean dog? The husky?
“Huh? Why would I smell like a wolf? I don’t have pets in my house and I think I don’t need to tell you that I am a hygienic person," I said with controlled irritation.
I was annoyed by what he just told me. Why would he expect me to smell like a dog?
Yet, it somehow confused me too.
‘This guy was weird. And what the hell is going on in this place? Are we going to be populated with weird guys?’
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to go,” I glanced at my wrist that he was still holding–emphasizing him to let go.
“Wait!” His voice sounded with a hint of panic. “I need to know your name.”
“What for?” I asked, confused. I was not one of the popular girls in the university so, why did he need to know my name?
“Well, it’s odd that I didn’t know the name of my mate after finally finding her. I’d been looking for you for years. At least tell me your name,” he demanded.
Geez! Why did he sound like Killian? Too demanding.
“I owe you nothing, Mr…”
Errr, I don’t know what to call him.
“I’m Corbin, Corbin Salvatore, your mate,” he filled me in.
Oh… his name sounds nice. Sounds reputable and high.
“Well, Mr. Corbin Salvatore whoever you are, I owe you nothing. So please, I need to go,” I tried to let go of my wrist from his grip.
But he tightened his grasp instead.
“No, you can’t treat your mate just like that. You’re going against Selene,” he added, his lips pursed together.
I was not sure if he was annoyed or what.
But I was annoyed that he called another female name.
Who was Selene?
Ugh! This guy was nothing better than Killian. They both mentioned another name after calling me mate.
Oh! That should not concern me at all, but hell, it did!
What the fck?!
“I don’t know what you are talking about. Can you just let me go?” I finally hissed on him.
“No. You’ll come with me,” he insisted. He tried to pull me, almost dragging me.
My eyes widened in shock. What is this? Was he trying to kidnap me? In daylight?
I tried my best to get loose from his grip, when suddenly, a loud voice roared through the vast open place.
“Let her go, you bastard!”
And when I turned to the direction where the voice was coming from, I saw the angry Killian.
No, he was not just angry, he was fuming with rage!
His shining blue eyes turned to a flaming one. But in contrast with the extreme anger flashed in his eyes, he walked calmly and slowly towards us—focused on the grip in my wrist. His calmness spoke volumes.
And for a moment, I felt scared that he might break Corbin’s hand. I can tell just by looking at his expression. His face screamed murder. Bloody murder.
What the hell?
Oh please, not here! I don’t want to cause any commotion.
And most importantly, I was already late in my class!
I quickly blocked Corbin from the raging Killian. I had never been scared all my life, only now.
“No, please, Killian. Calm down. He was just asking for directions, right, Corbin?” I tried to alleviate Killian’s anger.
And I expected Corbin to cooperate. But this fool mustn’t understand. He grabbed me by the waist and hid me on his back.
“Prince Killian, I didn’t know you were here either. I thought you said yesterday that you’ll be staying at Fork’s Town for a month or two?” Corbin greeted him with enthusiasm.
And the way he talked, it’s easy to tell that they knew each other.
But why did he say they talked yesterday… at Forks Town—wherever it was?
I mean how? Killian and I were together yesterday. Actually, Killian never left my side unless I was with Kate and asked him to butt off.
So, what the hell Corbin was talking about?
And why did he call him prince? Was he really a part of a royal family or such?
Or was it another mistaken identity?