The Alpha Who Cursed His Mate novel Chapter 12

"Hey Magnus, where are you off to?"

"Taking Claire home. She lives near the school."

"I'm about to drive past the school. I can drop Claire home if you like?"

"Oh, could you?" I say, a little too excited, to Claire's dismay.

"Sure,"

"Great!" I take Claire's hand and help her in the car and shut the door before she can kiss me on the cheek goodbye," I had never been so happy to see the back of Seth's car driving away into the distance. I run back inside, and halfway up the staircase, I'm stopped by Josie storming angrily towards me.

"What is wrong with you? You said you wanted to make things right with Nina. Minutes later, you are making out with Claire!"

"Look, it wasn't what it looked like, I swear."

Josie laughs. 'Are you serious? It wasn't what it looked like?"

"Yes, Claire gave me shirts to try on for the stupid party. As soon as I took my shirt off, she climbed onto me and kissed me as you walked in. I swear I didn't know she was going to do that. She caught me off guard."

Josie takes a moment, calming herself down.

"You need to fix this, Magnus. You need to make things right with Nina, and after what just conspired between you and Claire. Well, let's just say it's going to take more than grovelling and apologies to fix this,"

"I know Josie, I'm going to see Nina now," I say and walk around her, continuing up the stairs.

"Nina?" I say gently, knocking on her door. 'Nina?"

The door opens abruptly. Nina holds the door open with one hand, and her other hand is on her hip. Her face shows no emotion.

"What do you want, Magnus?" she says, sending a hot shiver down my spine, saying my name.

"I wanted to come to apologise to you?"

"For what exactly?"

"For what you just saw between Claire and me."

"Physical Ed, let's get our training gear on,"

PE is just what I needed to help me burn some of this frustration out. We go to the change room, change into shorts and tank shirts, and walk to the oval where Mr Tilley waits to train.

While we wait for the rest of the class, I begin stretches with Flint and a few other guys.

"You got to be kidding me?" Flint says, looking over my shoulder. I look to see what his problem is, only to repeat Flint's words.

"You have got to be kidding me?"

"Hey guys," Moss smiles and waves and stretches with us.

"What are you doing here?" I snap.

"I have PE," he smiles. 'I'm Moss," he says, putting his hand out to shake mine. Instead, I stop stretching, cross my arms, and glare at him.

"Ok, fellas, let's begin with a few laps around the oval, and you start now," Mr Tilley says and blows his whistle. I jog past Moss knocking into his shoulder, and he immediately realises I don't like him. Moss races to catch up to me. He jogs by my side with a smug grin that keeps growing. If that smug smile gets any bigger, he'd be the joker's doppelgänger. Flint and I increase our speed to lose him, but he keeps up with us. He whacks his shoulder, nudging me with force. I do the same back. Then the next thing you know, we are both on the ground tackling each other. He punches me in the jaw. I hit him in the left eye, and he punches me in the right eye. I hit his cheekbone. Mr Tilley runs toward us, blowing his whistle. 'Stop! Stop right now, break it up!" He continues to yell at us, but neither of us listens to him. I grab Moss's arm, turn him onto his stomach, wrap my other arm around his neck, and keep him in a lock hold, cutting off his airway. He is about to pass out before using his free arm to grab my precious jewels and twist them.