Chapter 8- Invitation

Adrian’s POV

I watched as my mate waited outside the library, I had followed her here just to make sure she was safe, and she didn’t even get the slightest bit suspicious or anything. It made me angry until I got a look at her face and realised that she was still thinking about our date or more specifically the kiss.

I knew it was her first kiss and it was mine too. I had loved the idea of my mate ever since I learned of the concept and I saved myself for her. It was so worth it, That kiss WOW! She made me feel things I had never felt before, made me think the unthinkable, she turned me into a different person by bringing out a side I never knew I had.

To the rest of the world, I’m an Alpha not to be messed with, I punish without hesitation and my pack is my number one priority but a certain brown-eyed girl with soft black hair had quickly climbed up the ladder, joining my pack.

I wanted to take her away and keep her safe, from the rest of the world, I wanted to make love to her every night and wake up every morning with her in my arms, but I had to wait. I knew there was something, something that she feared, something that had full control over her life, and I just had to figure out what it was before I could protect her from it.

There was also her family, I had never met them, but I had heard of the Jones family, they were rich, and they showed it of. I didn’t know they had a daughter, but no one would believe Iris was their daughter.

She was so innocent, so pure, I found it hard to believe that she was related to them and I didn’t believe her when she said her family was protective of her. Her brothers might be and that might be why she asked to pick her up from the park instead of her house, or it could be something completely different.

I could easily place guards around her house and find out what it is, but I wanted to trust her. I wanted her to tell me and I didn’t want to ruin our first date by asking her about it so I let it slide for the time being.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when a car pulled up in front of Iris. I tensed and got ready to come out but relaxed when I saw that it was just their family driver. I had seen him when he dropped Iris to school.

I watched as Iris got inside the car and they drove off then made my way back to my car to go home.

Iris's POV

As the car pulled up next to the house i rushed inside and toward my room, not caring if someone saw being like a little kid on Christmas. I quickly entered my room and closed the balcony, window, and blinds, then fall on my bed and let out a loud squeal.

I was so happy, and I needed to put that happiness somewhere before someone found out. I took out my secret diary and started writing.

I wrote about how I sneaked out, how Adrian took me ice skating, how I felt when I lied to him, how he got ice cream for, how he caught me staring at him. I wrote about the kiss and how I was so happy that he took my first one.

I poured my heart out in there.

It’s been a few days since the date and things have been perfect lately. Brayden has been too busy with his friends and girls to even notice i exist at school so I’m free to hang out with Adrian as much as I want without worrying. My parents didn’t suspect anything either, I know this because everything is been the same, and if they knew they would have gotten stricter or something.

Right now I was sitting on my bed trying to read but my head kept going back to the kiss. We hadn’t kissed again but i hadn’t stopped thinking about it and every time I would see Adrian all i would be able to think about was his lips.

There goes my mind again, back to his lips that are so soft and perfect, and they almost as perfect as his gorgeous eyes - I was pulled out of my thoughts as Kendra entered my room.

I quickly closed my book and put it on my bed beside me with my hand on top, as if that would stop her from knowing what I was thinking about, but I’m pretty sure my flaming cheeks told her enough.

She looked at me with an amused smile as she called me down for dinner. I quickly put my book back on the shelf and made my way downstairs while trying to calm my racing heart and cool my cheeks.

As I slipped into my seat, I tried to hide the smile on my face and started eating. A few minutes into dinner, my father spoke up “I received an invitation to a gala this weekend. Make sure you are all ready to go by 8 on Sunday”

Great. Another gala, I hate those events with a passion but I’m only ever there because “People know you as our daughter” according to my mother. I also hate them because It’s always about raising money which is great... if these people would donate for the sake of helping others instead of being charitable for the media. I will admit though there are some people who aren’t as fake as my family but the bad outweighs the good in this situation and it’s sad to watch.

It’s not like I have a choice, I must go, But I have a feeling that this time, something might be different.