Chapter 3

Adelaide She asked over the phone. Adelaide 's eyes widened as she stared at the dark skinned woman. "No! Please don't have him come here!" She panicked, reaching for the phone, but the werewolf kept her at bay. "She needs to be picked up and taken home to rest." The doctor continued the conversation. "Please." Adelaide begged, dropping back onto the couch. "I don't want to anger him again." She cried into her hands. The doctor hung up the phone after she said that. "Did he hurt you?" She asked worriedly, but Adelaide quickly shook her head. "No. There was a moment we had... He grabbed me, but I don't think he meant harm by it." Adelaide said to her, but even the words didn't convince her. He looked mad, but she was so wrapped up with how her body reacted, she couldn't read into his expression at the time. The tears continued to flow for sometime, but the doctor let her. They sat quietly, the ticking of the clock above Dr. Marshall's desk being the only sound. Geoff Getting the call to pick up Adelaide from therapy was a surprise he wasn't expecting. Neither was listening to her cry and yell on the other side while she argued with Dr. Marshall about contacting him. What bothered him the most was at the end when she said she didn't want to anger him anymore. To be fair, he was extremely pissed when she kneed him in the groin the other night, but he couldn't deny that he was at fault. He knew what she had been through, yet he crossed the line anyways. Once he realized that the woman was his Mate, it took everything in him not to break down her bedroom door. He scented her arousal, just for a moment until it quickly disappeared, but it was enough to drive his wolf insane. Now here he was, pulling up to the doctor's office, ticked off that he was pulled away from his work, but when he caught her scent, his annoyance dwindled instantly. Dr. Marshall was standing outside her office, her arms crossed as he approached her. Her brows knitted together with concern. "How bad is she?" He asked her, his eyes on the door behind her. "He really fucked with her, Alpha. She was practically reliving it during the session. I've dealt with patients who were in toxic relationships, but from what she went through was a whole other level." She let out a sigh, combing her fingers through her hair. "She wasn't even done talking about it. I think she wants to open up, but the moment she does." Her hand covered her face. He'd never seen her so troubled before. "I'll take it from here." He told her, but she didn't budge right away. "Did something happen between you two? She seemed so desperate in not making you mad. I want to believe it's due to her trauma, but it feels like there is more to it." She said, finally looking up at him. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I don't know for sure, but I think she's my Mate." He said in a mere whisper. Dr. Marshall slowly nodded, stepping aside for him. "In that case, you should tread very carefully with her. She's a risk to herself and possibly to those around her. However, it is good to know that your playboy days are over." She said to him, sticking her hands in her pockets and walked off. She stopped and glanced over her shoulder to him. "You should get her some food first. I don't think she's been eating." Before continuing her walk. He scoffed before entering the room. The magnificent scent of lilies erupted his senses as his eyes fell on Adelaide curled up on the couch, her knees tucked to her chest with her arms wrapped tightly around them. She glanced up, her eyes tinted red from crying and swollen slightly. "I'm here to take you home." He said bluntly, walking over to her, but she flinched, her head dipping back into her arms. He hesitated, inclining his head before going over to the desk and leaned up against it, his arms folded across his chest. "I can wait here until you're ready." He informed her. She sniffled in response. The ticking clock filled the silence between them. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, she lifted her head and met his gaze. "I'm sorry for hurting you the other day." She said softly. He raised a brow at her, running his hand over his groin, remembering the pain for a second. "Don't worry about it." He rose to his feet. "You ready?" He asked her. She sniffled again, rising to her feet and adjusted her sleeves. He caught sight of her scars again, but he refrained from asking about them. If this whole Mate thing is real between them, he'll need to be patient. Patience wasn't one of his best qualities though. "Let's get you something to eat." He told her after escorting her to his car. He noticed her eyes light up at his black Audi. She ran her fingers along the hood slowly. He watched her admire the vehicle for a moment before he opened the door for her. She hesitated, looking up at him. "I'm not hungry though." She told him, until her stomach let out a loud growl. Her cheeks took on a shade of pink and her eyes dropped from his. He closed the door as she got in, climbing in the other side. "Do you want anything in particular?" He asked her, but she went quiet again. He felt his fuse burning up quickly, but he smothered it by letting out a breath. "It's okay. I'll cook up something when we get back to the house." He told her. "You can cook?" She asked him. He turned out of the parking lot and drove up the road. "I lived alone for a long time." He side eyed her. "You thought I had some personal chef or something?" He asked her. She shrugged, her eyes going out the window. "I wouldn't have denied the idea didn't cross my mind." She told him. The driveway came up and as he pulled through, a familiar woman stood on his doorstep, her brunette hair in curls over her shoulder, wearing a tight fitting cream colored dress and heels. Did he invite her over? His wolf growled angrily at the sight of her. He glimpsed over at Adelaide , seeing her shrink back into her seat at the very sight of Chelsea. "I wasn't expecting company." He told her as he parked the car in front of the door. "It's okay. Go have dinner with your girlfriend." Adelaide said to him as she opened the door. "Adelaide , she's not..." She shut the door to cut him off. He climbed out of the car as Adelaide went to go inside, but Chelsea stood in her way. "What are you still doing here, human?" Her lip curled into a snarl. Adelaide ignored her, walking passed her, but Chelsea grabbed her arm. "Look at me when I talk to you." She barked at her. Geoff found himself towering behind Adelaide , his presence overpowering the authority Chelsea gave off. Adelaide glanced up at him in surprise. "I believe the question here is what are you doing here?" He returned the question to Chelsea with a snarl. She flinched, her eyes shifting away from him nervously. "I wanted to have dinner with you." She tried to use her sweet voice with him, but her fear was too strong. He snarled again at her, making her jump and start descending the small stairs. She shot a glare back at Adelaide before storming away. "Geoff, you can go have dinner with her. I can manage on my own." Adelaide said to him as he entered the house. He dropped his keys on the table next to the door, taking off his shoes and neatly put them away. Adelaide hesitated, following suit and tucked her shoes off to the side. "I've already decided I was cooking for you tonight. Unless you wanna starve another night, quit complaining." He told her as he made his way into the kitchen. He glanced over his shoulder to her, her eyes on the floor, her arms wrapped around herself. Idiot, this is something you wanted to avoid. He internally groaned, running his fingers through his hair. He was never accustomed to dealing with other people's timid behavior. He had his pack along with all the other wolves wrapped around his finger, yet here was a woman who was practically broken and he couldn't learn to control his sharp tongue. He went through the fridge, pulling out raw chicken breast, eggs and mozzarella cheese. "What do you plan on making?" She asked him finally. He started setting up a saute pan, going through his cabinets for other ingredients. "Chicken Parmesan." He told her. He heard her walk over to the sink and turn it on. When he peered over, she was washing her hands. "What are you doing?" "I want to help." She told him after she dried her hands and started to put her hair up. "Do you not trust me?" He asked as a joke as she stepped up beside him, prepping the chicken as he started a pot. "I'd rather help than risk getting salmonella." She said to him. She gasped, covering her mouth almost instinctively, looking up at him. The fear in her eyes were undeniable. "I'm sorry, I didn't..." He let out a chuckle that slowly expanded into a laugh. "I don't blame you." He chuckled at her, turning his attention back to the stove. When was the last time he laughed like that? "Geoff?" She spoke his name. His wolf purred. "What's it like being the Werewolf King?"