Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 114

Fiona's POV

The omelet I had made the boys back in Jersey was not that difficult to make, so why in the world was he taking longer than needed? The delicious smell was making my stomach grumble loudly and I was pretty sure he could hear it. By the sound of his chuckling as he ignored my question, I was certain he could

I let out an exaggerated sigh, sitting up straight and leaning back against the seat

"You sure you're not trying to poison me? You're taking longer than needed," I muttered, looking out the doubled doors that led to the vast backyard. It was a clear sunny morning and the trees of the forest swayed in the gentle breeze. From where I sat, I could see a few young wolves running in the distance. They made their way through the forest with little difficulty, their fur gleaming under the sun's rays. I couldn't help but smile as I noticed them pouncing on each other before taking off and racing to see who could reach the edge of the forest first.

Shaking my head in amusement at their behavior, I looked back at Marcus who continued to maneuver through the kitchen, never once stealing a glance in my direction

"I'm adding my own touch to it," he responded quietly, sprinkling something over the freshly made omelets before adding,

"And no, it's not poison."

I rolled my eyes, a smile beginning to form as I leaned forward once more. "Well, can you hurry up? I'm starving!"

He waved the spatula in the air, still not looking my way.

"Patience young Luna, it's almost ready," he paused, turning his head slightly to the right.

"And good morning to you, Mr. Alpha," he said in a sing-song voice

I raised my eyebrow in question before turning around and realizing what Marcus meant. Distracted by my guardian preparing our little breakfast, Blake seemed to have tried to make his way into the kitchen without being noticed. He stood in the doorway in a crouched position, almost appearing ready to attack and that's when it dawned on me. The man was trying to scare me

I glared in his direction, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared at my frozen mate. He gave me a sheepish smile as he straightened his stance and ran a hand through his dark locks. He wore a similar attire as Marcus, but his shirt was black rather than blue. I guess the boys wanted to match with their eyes today

Sending a glare towards Marcus, who had turned around with a playful smirk and three plates in his hands, Blake made his way over to me. Wrapping his arms around my shoulders, he pressed his lips against the nape of my neck and planted a tender kiss on my sensitive skin. My body involuntarily shuddered under his touch, my cheeks surely betraying me as I felt them warm all of a sudden. Here I was, in the arms of my mate who clearly tried to scare me a few seconds ago, only to melt against his grasp. Be strong Fiona

"Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?" Blake purred against my ear, planting another kiss on the side of my head before taking a seat beside me.

I blinked rapidly, trying to calm down my now fast beating heart, before responding.

"Yes. Thankfully your bed is incredibly comfortable to allow me to rest."

"Not as comfortable as when I'm in it, right?" he asked innocently, a small smirk playing on his lips

I opened my mouth to answer, but was quickly interrupted by Marcus placing three plates in front of us. How he managed to balance all three in his hands was beyond me, but I couldn't help but widen my eyes at the breakfast that laid before me. To say that he had significantly improved from the last time I taught him was a complete understatement. It was as if I was eating at a gourmet restaurant and was being personally served by the head chef himself! The mouthwatering aroma made my stomach growl in anticipation and I could see Marcus smile proudly from the corner of my eye

"Wow, I gotta hand it to you Marcus, you really have improved since Fiona started teaching you," Blake said as he brought a plate towards him, clearly impressed at his friend's creation

Blake reached for a fork and was about to take a bite, but Marcus quickly slapped his hand away, glaring down at my mate before looking towards me. "Nope, you need to try it first. I did learn from the best, so I want to know what you think."

I tilted my head in question at his words, bewildered at how eager he sounded. Like a young child waiting for his parents to approve of his perfect grades from school or the drawing he made in art class. Expecting for them to be proud and praise him for his magnificent masterpiece

I couldn't help but smile at his eager expression as I grabbed a fork he had laid before me and took a bite. The divine taste that collided against my taste buds took me completely by surprise. My mouth gaped open as I stared at the omelet before me. There was no way something so delicious could have come from the anxious man standing before me. I looked up at Marcus and back at my food several times before chewing thoughtfully

"Well….?" Marcus asked enthusiastically, his eyebrows rising and his eyes seeming to lighten a hue as he waited eagerly for my response

I laughed at his expression, swallowing my first bite of the edible meal with a nod.

"It's amazing, Marcus!"

"Really? Yes!" Marcus raised his closed fists in the air in victory before doing a strange happy dance around the kitchen. I would describe exactly how he looked right now, but not even I could comprehend what his body was doing at the moment

With a raised eyebrow, I looked over at Blake who took a bite from his own meal as well and couldn't help but smile as his expression brightened after devouring the first bite. I guess he liked his best friend's creation just as much as I did because he barely uttered a word as he finished his meal in a matter of minutes. It still amazed me how werewolves could eat so much in such a quick manner and I was almost sure that this omelet wasn't going to be enough for Blake' large frame, but I guess it would have to do for the time being

Taking my time to relish Blake's amazing breakfast, I watched as Marcus sat down in his previous seat and began to eat happily, a low humming reaching my ears as he continued to eat. I shook my head with a smile. This man was clearly bipolar, but seeing him in higher spirits than he was before made my mood brighten. As long as he was happy, so was I.

Placing his fork on the now empty plate, Blake looked over at me, seeming to study my features silently. Taking another bite, I turned to him with questionable eyes. Did I have something on my face

He continued to stare at me for a few seconds longer before raising an eyebrow. Okay, what was up with this guy

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked slowly

I turned my head quizzically, raking my brain for anything I could have forgotten to do. As far as I knew, Linda g had given me the weekend off, so I was not supposed to be anywhere at the moment.

"No…. Linda gave me the weekend off."

"Oh, I know she did. My father told me how my mother wanted to spend the weekend relaxing here at home." He paused, seeming to wait for me to figure out what he meant by his previous question. And to be completely honest, I was utterly lost at his words

"Then what are you talking about?" I asked, feeling a bit frustrated at my mate. Couldn't he just be straightforward like a normal person

He let out a soft sigh, shifting in his seat so he could be fully facing me. He leaned forward, draping his left arm against the island and looking deeply into my eyes. "How's your father been recently?"