The Night Wolf novel Chapter 65

"You're Rowan's mate?" Said Beauty. "Wait, don't answer that, it's obvious. I can't believe he marked you."

"I know that you don't like me, but you can't really do anything about it."

"And why won't I like you?"

"I get that you like Rowan," Willow continued as if Beauty never talked. "But I'm his mate, his soulmate, and he's mine, my mate. So he won't like you, because you're not his soulmate." Willow said that confidently but in reality she was saying that to reassure herself. Beauty was too beautiful that it made her insecure and anxious.

Willow then noticed something unusual. Beauty's ears weren't curved, no, they were pointy, like faeries. Willow gasped and touched the pointy, long ear only to have Beauty groan out almost as if she was being tortured.

"Don't touch my ear." Beauty said in a husky manner.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me!" Willow apologized.

"How dare you?" Came a voice from the doorway. "Get away from her."

Willow involuntarily flinched. Her anxiety starting to eat her up from the inside. "I'm sorry." Willow bit her lip in order to avoid making it quiver, while taking a step back.

"Willow!" Said Rowan as he marched over to her pulling her in his embrace. "I meant it for him." Said Rowan glaring at Beauty.

"Oh I'm hurt." Said Beauty, putting on a wounded expression. "I thought you missed me, as I did you."

Rowan scrunched his nose. "What is wrong with you? Why are you even here?"

"I told you, I missed you." Said Beauty making Willow clutch on to Rowan's shirt, wrinkling it in the process. "I'm here because I couldn't just sit there and wait for you to mark someone else, you promised me Rowan." Beauty sniffed. "You promised that you'll mark no one but me."

Rowan, noticing Willow looking up at him, rubbed her back. "He's lying, I swear I never said that."

Willow blinked. He? Was Rowan mistaken? Willow looked at beauty and was shocked to see her flat chest-no, his flat chest, which had been covered by his long hair. He was even wearing a tunic and his shoulders stood wide and fit inside the shirt, in a manly way, though they weren't too wide, but they weren't narrow in a feminine way either. He even stood tall, as tall as Rowan.

"Beauty," said Willow. "Is a he?"

Even though Willow found Beauty's true gender, it still didn't ease her anxiety. Beauty did seem interested in Rowan.

"Beauty?" asked Rowan, almost choking, but he seemed to compose himself. "Yes, Beauty is a male."

"How dare you?" Said Beauty. "I'm your future soulmate."

Rowan started at him with a blank face and then flipped the bird at Beauty.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Asked Beauty, furrowing her brows. "I swear this is the third time I'm seeing someone doing that."

Rowan sighed, as if he couldn't believe that Beauty was ignorant to what the middle finger meant.

Rowan turned to Willow. "This is my mate, Willow." He said gesturing at Willow. "And Willow, that's someone I know."

'I'm his future mate.' Mouthed Beauty.

"The king thinks that I might be trying to rebel but I'm not, why would I ev-"

"Rowan, Willow, why did you both leave ear-" Willow saw Felix enter the house and then he froze. "What are you doing here?" He said after a long silence.

"Why? Did you miss me?" Said Lark smirking.

Why did Willow feel a sense of deja vu, but the roles might have been changed.

Felix raised his eyebrows. "I certainly did not, but you seemed to have gone crazy after missing me so much. "

"So crazy that even your hair started going crazy." Said Rowan.

"Why would my h-" Lark suddenly snapped his head to Willow. "What did you do to my hair?"

Willow raised her hand in surrender. "I didn't do anything."

"Willow did your hair?" Asked Rowan. "Now that I'm looking at it again, it looks rather good on you, it has enhanced your beauty, Beauty."

Lark touched his head, gently, as if he was touching a newborn's butt. He glared at Willow. "What did you do to my hair mortal?"

Willow handed him her phone with the camera on the selfie mode. "Listen to Rowan, just ignore the sarcasm."