His Mate, His Girlfriend

Chapter 5

| ACCEPT TO INTERN WITH YOUR COMPANY. | wrote and sent it. | went to my closet and started packing my things. Three hours went by, and | checked my emails. | was surprised to see it was the

president himself who responded to me.

David Kofflin: Amazing, we can’t wait to have you here. The new company is in New York. Are you prepared to leave?

We discussed the details, and he told me they would pay me good money, which was rare. Interns always worked for free until they proved themselves.

Leaving this pack was good for me, away from Ellis and Charlotte. What she said earlier was right. | was the intruder, and | was hurting Ellis. He couldn’t decide, so I'll do it for him.

| paced around the salon with a glass of wine in my hand. I’ve had such good times here, and I'll miss all my friends too.

‘We shall come back again, right?’ My inner lycan, Vee, asked.

‘| don’t think so, no,’ | answered.

She was sad. This pack had been our home for ten years, but she knew it was for the best. | wanted to forget Ellis. I've loved him for many years, and now, this is where it ends. | looked at the pictures on my phone a few times, and tears rolled down my face again. He was a handsome man indeed, and Charlotte was a lucky girl. Charlotte. I’ve never seen her be so confident before. | cleared my throat and called my dad, Edward Chasia. | wanted him to prepare a plane for me as | can’t use Ellis’ anymore. Hello, my love,” he greeted me and a smile appeared on my lips. | missed him so dearly. | remembered he was against my coming here, but | was adamant, and just wanted to be close to my boyfriend.

“Hi, Dad,” We exchanged pleasantries and | sighed.

“| want to go home,” | informed him.

“That’s great, we miss you. Are you coming with Ellis?” he growled, the last part. My father was protective of me. | was his little girl, and he was heartbroken when | joined this pack, The Grey Lycan Pack.

“No, I’m coming alone. Can you please make transport arrangements for me?” | was barely able to keep the cr ack in my voice. Dad was silent. | could tell he had questions because he could sense my sadness through the phone but didn’t ask.

Alright, my Princess. I'll prepare a private plane for you.”

Thank you, Dad,”

| didn’t tell Lilac that | was leaving the pack. She would cry and convince me to stay, so I’d call her when | landed in the Golden Lycan

Pack.

| called my driver to help me with my bags, and as soon as | stepped out of the apartment, | met Lilac. My best friend's eyes were glassy with tears when she looked at the bags. She ran to me and wrapped

her arms around me.

I'm sorry,” my voice was soft. | caressed my cheek.

Don’t leave me,” she cried, and | wiped her tears away with my

thumbs.

“We'll talk, | promise. However, | can’t stay,” | said, dejected. Lilac was trying to understand.

“Where are you going?” She finally asked.

“| accepted an intern out of the country. It’s a good opportunity,” |

told her. | couldn’t tell her with whom, or where, because Ellis could command her to talk. She knew that, so she didn’t ask all the details. No one could ever ignore an alpha’s command, let alone one as powerful as Ellis Carter.

“You will do great, | just know, but what about your courses?” she

asked.

Well, | only have a few months left, so I'll continue elsewhere,” | informed her. She smiled at me and gave me the longest of hugs.

Lilac was sobbing. I'd never seen her cry so much, and | felt awful. | waved at her as | entered the car.

Airport,” | said to the driver.

“Yes, ma’am,”

| watched the scenery as we moved, and with each building, images, of Ellis and | doing something came to mind. We have a lot of memories together. He told me that he would forever hold me because | was his soulmate, not because a deity chose, but because he did. He promised me his heart and soul.

| felt like crying again, but | was tired, so | took deep breaths and closed my eyes. Goodbye, Ellis.

Home

| feel nostalgia hit me when | land in the Golden Stone pack, my father’s pack. | left this place when | was sixteen years old but still came to visit on every holiday. | took off my sunglasses as |

descended the plane stairs, and the first one | saw in my line of vision. was my mom, Caliana Meyes Chasia. She looked breathtaking.

“My baby!” she exclaimed in happiness, waving at me, and | rushed towards her, throwing my arms around her.

“Mom,”

| pulled away from her, and she took off my sunglasses.

“| missed you, baby,” she said, smiling at me, and | kissed her

forehead.

“Mom, we spent last summer together,” | chuckled. This woman was never satisfied with spending an entire summer with me. She wanted me by her side always.

“| thought you'd be here with Dad,” | said, noticing she came alone.

Your father is working, you know him,” she linked our arms as we

entered the car.

Caliana is not my biological mother. She is my father’s mate, but she has treated me like her own since the day she came into our pack when | was four years old. We've had a strong bond, and | appreciate. and love her very much.

So, any gossip for me. | feel like we don’t talk as much as we used to, “I told her.

“That’s all because you never answer my Facetime or calls,” she complained.

“It was twice, and | was busy!” | knew she wouldn't let it go.