Yzabelle.
“Corbin?” I exclaimed in surprise.
Corbin took the seat that Killian left. The plates weren’t removed and the tables hadn't been cleaned yet.
“I can tell you are with someone. Where is she? Or he?” he asked, wearing his free spirited personality.
Looking at him, I could tell he is an easy going person, not the type who had a temper—just like Killian.
I looked around, finding where Killian went.
“He was outside, making a phone call,” I answered Corbin.
“Oh, I see. Good thing the Prince left you. I couldn’t get the chance to come near you.”
I scrunch my forehead. “Why did you used to call him Prince? Was he really some kind of a royalty? People here called him Master.”
Corbin’s lips curled to an O. “Oh well, that was some kind of a joke between me and the Prince—I mean Killian,” he explained.
And I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth. Judging from his eyes that weren’t able to focus staring back at me, I was certain there was more to it.
“Anyway, Yzabelle, I hadn’t got the chance to appropriately introduce myself to you. I am Corbin of Salvatore Incorporated,” he started. “My family runs a business here in the city but we usually stay at Louvre Town.”
Louvre Town…
I didn’t know why but something stung inside me after hearing the place he mentioned.
I was sure I had never been to a place he mentioned but why did I feel like something was stirring inside me?
“My family wanted to meet you,” I heard him adding an order not a request.
Kind of annoying to me. How I hate a demanding male.
“Are you inviting me to come to your town? Or demanding me to come with you?” I helped myself by asking.
“Well, my grandmother wanted to meet you after I talked to her about you. Her name is Sabrina Morton and she was dying to see you,” he smiled excitedly.
He was saying a lot of things about his family but one thing stayed in my head.
The name of his grandma.
Morton.
Sabrina Morton.
Did I already meet someone with the surname Morton? Why did it seem familiar to my ears?
I felt a little painful upon hearing the family name. I felt like I was longing for something. Someone. Somewhere.
All my life, I felt I wasn’t complete even how Dad tried to fill me in. I thought it was because growing up, I didn’t meet my mom. I hadn't been with her. I thought it’s the reason for this strong longing I had inside.
But when Corbin kept mentioning things and information that I knew was new to me, it seemed he was paving a path to something I needed to go.
“So, are you free tomorrow?” It’s Corbin again.
I could not find myself to answer. And someone took the liberty to do it for me.
“No, she wasn’t,” Killian’s growling voice came to the side.
I didn't even see him coming back. I was too preoccupied with everything Corbin told me.
***
Killian.
I cursed under my breath as I answered Corbin’s invitation to Yzabelle.
I left her to make a call. I want Butler Creek to give me a place with fresh air and calming ambiance. I was certain Yzabelle would love that. Besides, coming to the mall seemed to be a bad idea since we only ran with people she was not supposed to run into—particularly with that bitch stepsister of hers.
I only found out about that after hearing her thoughts. I could tell she wasn’t on good terms with Hailey.
And it was totally fine. I didn’t want my mate to hang out with cunning bitches like her stepsister.
I ditched the bitch. And there was another nuisance here.
Imagine my worry when I smelled Corbin near Yzabelle. I quickly ended the call without even understanding Butler Creek’s suggestions.
I couldn’t let that wolf roam around my mate!
“Oh, Your Highness, you’re here.” Corbin quickly got off his seat to give the faintly neck bow.
That’s the common greeting in our race that only us knew about. I acknowledged him, only for formality, since we’ve already talked about the situation.
My eyes quickly flew towards Yzabelle who seemed to be drowning into confusion.
I heard their conversation from a distance, that's why I already knew what was happening.
I couldn’t let her meet her previous pack. I hadn’t figured things out yet.
My gaze went back to Corbin—opened a mind link with him.
‘Back off. I already told you she was mine.’ I growled at him in my head.
‘Your highness, didn’t I tell you back then that I can’t let go of my mate? She was mine too. We both knew that she hadn’t felt the mate bond yet and agreed to wait for her to finally sense it. And while waiting, we both had the right to be with her,’ he argued back.
‘Ugh, you must be confused. I didn’t remember agreeing with your terms. How dare you go against the Lycan Prince?!’ I snarled.
‘All is fair in love and war, your highness. I’ve made my decision and I will fight for my rights to my mate. Kill me first before you could get her all for yourself,’ he growled back.
I could not tolerate his insolence. If we weren’t here in a public place, I could have thrown him away.
But I couldn’t risk revealing myself to the human eye. Not that I couldn’t do something to erase the supposed scene from their memory but it was kind of a hassle. And I hated wasting time with that. So, I held myself back, as much as I could.
I secretly gritted my teeth and gave Corbin a hostile glare.
“She’s not going to come with you,” I declared with finality.
“Let the lady decide.” He grinned, showing an unbothered character.
How could he be as calm as the river when I was hot under the collar here? And to think, he certainly knew my state of mood, he should be frightened right now.
I didn't know if I should admire him or hate his gut to the core.
He had no fear at all. He was actually digging his own grave.
And when I turned to Yzabelle, she seemed to be torn between entertaining Corbin’s invitation and following my orders.
Oh please, Yzabelle. Tell me you are not coming with him! Tell it straight to his stupid face!