Chapter 10

******Christian's P.O.V.***

**Two Weeks Later**

     "Hey man are you alright? You've been acting kinda strange these past few weeks," my beta Bryson asked me as we make our way back to the pack house.

     I run my fingers through my hair and blew out hot breath.

     "Do you think the moon goddess sometimes makes mistakes when picking a mate for us?" I asked.

     He gives me a confused look, but thinks for a moment, "I don't think she ever makes a mistake Chris. She pairs us up with someone who she thinks is a good fit for us. We can't control who it is, or even why she paired us up with them. I don't think it's our job to question why she picked them for us, but to figure out what can we do. To at least make ourselves worthy of the woman she hand picked for us."

     Mmm, I never thought of it like that.

     I smirk at him and slapped his bare back, "Thanks man."

     I turn to walk back to the pack house so I can shower up.

     "It's Amy... isn't it? She's your mate uh?" He asked, making me freeze mid step.

     I turned to look at him with fearful eyes. But he just smiles and laughs a little.

     "Don't worry man, I know how your parents are. I won't say anything to anyone, because like I said. We can't control who the moon goddess pairs us up with," he tells me with a smirk before running back to the pack house.

     "Son, you have visitor's and don't forget your brother is here," my mom mindlinks me.

     I run back to the front of the pack house. Stopping just as I was about to round the corner to the front door, abruptly getting smacked in the face with the delicious scent of my mate. I peaked my head around the corner, I was surprised. Surprise to see Sky and Amy at the front door.

     "Sky, you should've came alone. I don't think Chris would want me here," I hear Amy tell her, rubbing her tatted up bare arms.

     She wore a simple thick strapped dark blue tank top. With a plaid blue button up shirt wrapped around her curvy luscious waistline. Her dark brown locks were laying on her right side. Exposing to me where I would mark her.

     I lick my lips.

     "Let's mark our territory Chris! She's ours," Zander growls, aggressively trying to get out and take control.

     "I-I-I can't.... I'm not going to risk her life if people find out. I know what I have to do," I tell him, started to get sad myself.

     He roars in disagreement as he sees what I have planned to do. Trying to scratch and claw his way out so he can take control.

     "Nooo! I want our mate, we need mate!" Zander whines to me, trying to claw his way up harder.

     "Sorry buddy, this is hurtting me just as much," I tell him honestly.

     I take a deep breath in and out and look back at my gorgeous mate. Regretting this shit already.

     Well here goes nothing...

***Amy's P.O.V.***

     Fuck!

     Why do I always get stuck in awkward situations like this? I told Sky that I didn't want to come. I have better things to do than to watch these two idiots make out all day.

     Yes, I'm currently in Christians livingroom on the opposite couche as them. While Chris and Sky are on the other couch, just sucking each other's faces.

     I mean, it's not like I shoulda've been surprised by this. The past two weeks Chris has been doing nothing but avoiding me at all cost.

     And I'm not one to push people to hang out with me. Once I get the vibe where I'm not wanted, I back off, and stay backed off.

     I guess I really pissed him off when I stopped him from practically almost killing Justin. (Sigh)

     Ooh well, what's done is done. But I'm not going to sit here and watch these two.

     I go to stand up, which causes Chris to break away from their heated kiss and lock eyes with me. Keeping her lips on his skin, Sky eagerly started to kiss his neck.

     "Where are you going?" He asked, ignoring Sky.

     "Does it matter!?" I hissed at him, my tone came out harsher than I ment it to.

     Ignoring him, I go and look for the bathroom. Bypassing a lot of teenagers who go to our school.

     What the fuck is this? A daycare for the teens?

     Trying to avoid someone, I ended up accidentally bumped my hip against the small table in the hallway for decoration. Knocking over the glass bowl with some type of rocks in it, it smashes to pieces on the hardwood floor.

     Well fuck a duck.

     I bend down to pick up the pieces quickly before anyone steps on them. Why. WHY am I alway running into things, or people?

     I swear I should have bubble wrap wrapped around my ass 24/7.

     "Here let me help you beautiful," I hear a male voice from above me.

     I look up to see a six foot god standing before me. His silver eyes were shinning with humor at the mess I've made. His tan flexed crossed arms looked smooth as silk. He had a small blonde man bun on top of his head.

     He wasn't as ripped or as good looking as Chris, but he sure in the hell was up there.

     God Amy come on! Now you're comparing him to every male you meet!?

     "Uhm... ok.," I tell him awkwardly and shyly, looking back down to continue picking up the glass.

     I hear him chuckle and see him bend down to help.

     "Your name is Amy right?" He asked me once we finished.

     I look at him and nod my head, "I'm sorry, have we met before?" I asked him, confused at how he knew my name.

     He shakes his head, "No we haven't, but I've heard only good things from Chris about you."

     I wish I could stop the way my heart fluttered against my chest just at the mention of his name.

     I raised my brow at him, "Really? Like what?"

     He chuckles and takes the glass from my hands, "Only good things I can assure you."

     I give him a small smile and stand, "Well thank you for helping me. I don't know why I'm so clumsy. I swear, I think my ass is bigger than a road at times."

     Holy mother of fucks. I did not just say that to a complete stranger!

     He smiles roamed those silver eyes down at me, "Yes you're a very well shaped woman Amy. But please, don't put yourself down just to get a laugh out of people."

     I could feel my face heat up from embarrassment. Damn, he hit me right where it hurts.

     I look down at my feet and tucked a piece of my hair back behind my ear, "Sorry.."

     I could see his feet move closer, until he was standing right in front of me. He brings his hands up and cups my face with them. Pulling my head up to look at him.

     "Your full figure is what makes you attractive, sexy even. While my baby brother is out chancing the bones, I have the whole 20 ounce steak right in front of me," he told in a low voice, glancing down at my lips, "And I must say Amy, this steak is looking mighty tasty," he says, rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs.

     "I have a boyfriend," I tell him when he started to bring his face close to mine.

     He stops in his tracks and smiles in amusement, "That has never stopped me before."

     He leans in again to try and kiss me, but I pull my head out of his hands and backed away from him.

     "But that stops me. Just because you give me a complement doesn't mean I'll let you make me a cheater. I don't even know you," I tell him, backing away some more.

     He looks impressed by me. I go to walk away, but he somehow moves at an impressive speed. And placed his hands on the back of my neck and jerked me back to his chest. Keeping a firm grip on me, he pulls me closer to his chest smirking at me. I shove at his chest, but it seemed to do me no good.

     "That still has never stopped me before," he says softly, bringing his face just inches from mine.

     My eyes widened and my heart dropped when his lips connected with mine.