Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 115

Fiona's POV

"How's your father been recently?"

I tilted my head once more, trying to remember the last time I had spoken to him over the phone. It was roughly two weeks before Blake came to find me, so it's been about two months since he had last called me or vice versa. In all honesty, I felt kind of bad for not having attempted to contact my dad in the past month. So many things had happened all at once that it was hard to keep up with everything. Maybe I should try calling him in a bit to see how he was doing or…

My eyes widened in shock. Marcus let out a bark of laughter, which quickly earned him a glare from me, before I jumped out of my seat and began to pace the kitchen anxiously

"Oh my goodness! I have been so preoccupied with everything that I have not even bothered to let my own dad know I'm back in town!" I exclaimed, covering my mouth at how stupid I was to not realize this sooner

"And the daughter of the year award goes to…." Marcus trailed off, smirking in my direction before grabbing all of our plates and placing them in the now packed sink. He seemed to stare at the mess he had created and slumped his shoulders before proceeding to clean up the mess. Serves him right

"I have to go see him! Perfect timing, too, since I have nothing to do this weekend. I have to let him know I'm back and see how he's been doing since I haven't talked to him in almost two months and-

My frantic rambling was quickly cut short by Blake reaching out and grabbing my hand before pulling me towards him. My eyes widened at the sudden movement, but I couldn't help but blush at the understanding smile he sent my way. Brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear, he ushered me over to the seat beside him until I settled myself comfortably.

"Relax love, there's more than enough time to be able to catch up with your father. But I had brought it up for another reason"

I tilted my head in question once more, waiting for him to continue. What did my mate have in mind

He seemed to hesitate, running a shaking hand through his dark hair once more, disheveling it completely. I couldn't help but smile at his usual nervous gesture, but I didn't comment as I waited as patiently as I could for him to continue

"I was wondering….maybe we could go see your father today….together," he said gently, his eyes meeting mine

I nodded my head, my smile broadening. "Of course! I'm sure he'll love to see you as well. I'll go get my bag and we could go now."

I moved to stand up from the chair once more, but was quickly stopped by my mate's hand. I looked down at his firm hand on my arm and instantly felt his grip loosen. He pulled me close to him, staring down at me with serene eyes. I could suddenly feel my stomach erupt with a dozen butterflies, but not from his proximity. Whatever he wanted to tell me, I was almost sure that I was not going to instantaneously agree with.

"What is it, Blake?" I asked cautiously, trying to take a step back but he held me firmly in place

"I was thinking….maybe it's time we tell your father about….us."

My eyebrows furrowed with even more confusion. What was he even talking about

"You mean….of us getting back together?" I asked slowly, trying to comprehend his words

He shook his head, opening his mouth to respond but was completely cut off by Marcus's random howl echoing across the kitchen. Linda's muffled voice reached my ears, and although I could not register what she was saying, Marcus seemed to understand with no difficulty because he let out a soft laugh

Looking back at Blake, I noticed him glaring at Marcus playfully before meeting my eyes once more. Instead of speaking, he simply stared as if waiting for me to decipher what had just happened on my own. What was with this guy being mysterious all of a sudden? And that's when it hit me.

"What?" I shrieked, jumping back and nearly knocking over the chair behind me. Blake quickly reached out and steadied it with his hand, his eyes wide at my sudden reaction.

"Are you crazy? You want to tell my dad about werewolves?"

"And at last, the intelligent Fiona has returned," Marcus muttered, but I quickly balled up a random napkin on the counter and threw it at him. Surprisingly enough, it hit him in the back of the head perfectly, but he paid it no mind.

Blake stood up and placed a hand on either side of my shoulders, staring intently down at me.

"Fiona, love, don't you think it's time he knew about us?"

"Well, yeah. I've pondered it many times in the past, but Blake, you don't understand. My dad is not like me. He's not open minded and has never believed in creatures like werewolves or vampires or witches. So how do you think he'd react to these sudden news?"

"We can't keep him in the dark forever, Fiona. He works for my father, the Alpha of this pack, and all his co-workers are werewolves. You know how difficult it is to keep this secret for so long from him?"

They have to constantly watch themselves to make sure nothing slips.

"Yes, I understand that. But Blake, he is the kind of dad who would throw me into the back of the truck, only to drive me away until he runs out of road and reaches the Atlantic Ocean the second he discovers that my boyfriend is a freaking werewolf!" I hadn't noticed how quickly I was talking until I nearly ran out of breath. I breathed in deeply, feeling my heart beating rapidly in my chest at the mere thought of my father indeed discovering the truth about werewolves

"As if I would ever let that happen," Blake said softly, planting a kiss on my forehead.

"But we need to tell them, you know that."

I nodded slowly, biting my lower lip as I looked up at him.

"Does it have to be today, though? We can maybe wait until next week….next month….or never…." My voice trailed off in the end, but I knew he had caught it. He gave me a flat look and crossed his arms over his chest, looking that much more intimidating as he towered over me

"We're telling him today, Fiona," he said firmly, his voice stern and serious

"No," I responded stubbornly, mimicking his actions and knowing fully well that it did not have the same effect as he did.

"Fiona," he warned, glaring down at me

"No," I repeated, standing my ground

"So when do you plan on telling him? When you pop some babies and he discovers that they can turn into massive beasts one day when he's babysitting them?" Marcus asked, breaking the tense atmosphere instantly. In the process of saying those words, he had accidentally splashed some water on his shirt, causing him to curse under his breath as he grabbed a towel nearby to dry himself off.

My arms dropped at my sides, my cheeks blazing a scarlet red at the mere image of seeing Blake playing around with smaller versions of ourselves in the backyard, shifting into their wolf forms and playing merrily until the sun would disappear behind the forest's trees. I had to admit, the vision that appeared in my mind made my stomach erupt in joyful butterflies at the thought of starting a family with Blake. Peering up at him, I couldn't help but notice how he was now staring down at my mid-section, his eyes distant as if deep in thought. Was he having the same exact vision I was

Looking away, I crossed my arms once more, somehow capturing his attention as I took a step back.

"No," I whispered, never once meeting his heavy gaze

Blake stood idle for some time before he made his way towards me. I could feel his arms wrap around my small waist before pulling me in. The usual sparks ignited between us, instantly causing me to lean against him and relish the sensation. I don't think I would ever grow tired of it, and from the way he held me close against him, I couldn't help but think he felt the same

"What do you say?" Blake whispered softly after a few moments of silence, leaning his forehead against mine until I was looking up at him

I parted my lips, letting out a soft sigh. "Okay," I responded, smiling gently up at him as he did the same

"Great!" He suddenly exclaimed, releasing me and a cold sensation instantly overwhelming my body.

"Then let's go!"

Well, he definitely seemed a little more than excited about this for some reason. Raising my eyebrow at him, I reached forward and grabbed his arm, causing him to halt in his tracks

"What?" he asked, looking incredibly adorable as he looked down at me in confusion and with wide eyes

"We may be telling my dad about this werewolf stuff, but that also means we're doing it my way," I said sternly

He responded with a small groan and I couldn't help but wonder exactly how he was planning on telling my dad to begin with. Clearly, he had something up his sleeve this entire time, but my words instantly made him abandon anything he had coming for the poor man. This was my father we were talking about here, the man who raised me, and if we were finally going to reveal to him our biggest secret, we were going to do things my way.