The Alpha Who Cursed His Mate novel Chapter 6

The bell goes. I'm happy to run home and get away from everyone, especially May and Claire. Then I remember I have dreaded detention.

Returning to my locker, I pack my books on the shelf and take my school bag. Josie runs up to me with her backpack.

"Ready to go home, brother?" she smiles.

"Nope, I have detention… with Nina," 

"Magnus! This is your chance!" she squeals.

"Chance for what?"

"To get on your knees and beg the hottie for forgiveness for being such a dumbass all these years."

"Josie! Not going to happen,"

"But why not? I never understood why you would cut your best friend off like that. You two were so close and did everything together."

"You wouldn't understand, Josie. You're not the one who will be an Alpha one day. I need to be respected, not laughed at."

"I'm your little sister, daughter of an Alpha which means my mate will probably be an Alpha from a different pack, so yeah, I get you to need to be respected just as I do as a potential Luna, but I do not know what that has to do with Nina?"

"Forget it, okay? I'm going to be late for detention. I'll see you at home for dinner."

Flint walks up to us as I'm about to walk away. Josie wraps her arms around Flint and sobs into his chest. Just great. After everything else going on, now Josie is upset with me.

Without greeting Mr Thomson, I enter the science room, place my bag on a table, and sit in silence, avoiding eye contact with Mr Thompson and Nina.

"Late again, Magnus," he huffs with his hands-on hip.

I shrug my shoulders and look away. Nina is sitting four tables away. It's obvious she also isn't happy to be here.

"Well, if you two think you are both going to sit here in silence, then you have another thing coming,"

Nina and I turn our attention back to Mr Thomson.

"Great one, Magnus, a broken table and a bent leg, just great," she huffs.

"Well, you fix it if you think you can do better."

"If you didn't break it in the first place, Magnus, I wouldn't have to fix it."

Our hands are on our hips as we glare silently at each other.

"Unbelievable," she says and kneels by the other leg and unscrews the good leg with the screwdriver, as I should have done.

As she unscrews the last nail, the metal leg falls towards her. I grab it just before it hits her head. She looks up in shock, but I'm unsure if it's because she was about to be hit across the head or because I caught the leg before it knocked her out. I take the leg over to the new tabletop and hold it. She is still silent; her mind plays over what just happened.

"Well, are you going to come to screw this in while I hold it or not?" I growl.

She shakes her head at her thoughts and kneels right beside me. Our legs touch and I want to smile, but I don't. Her dainty hands twirl the screwdriver in circles until the four screws are in. I lean across her lap to grab the bent leg, our faces so close for a moment that I smell her sweet breath reminding me of candy. Her lips have a clear coat of lip-gloss, I guess the strawberry flavour. I try to bend the leg back in place, but I seem to make it worse. Nina lets out a giggle, then quickly places her hand over her mouth to hide her smile. Something flutters inside my stomach, thinking I just made her laugh like that. It's a pleasant feeling, unlike the one I have had for years that carries a sense of doom.

She finishes screwing the bent leg in, and we stand back to look at the table that is on a slant. I place a book on it, and we watch as it slides off and bursts into laughter.