Rosa POV.

“Mate? As in werewolf mate?" I questioned again and he nodded this time with a smile on his face before he took another step towards me.

I flinched when he tried to reached for me, my reaction causing a grimace to appear on his face as well.

I swallowed hard before replying.

"Look, I don’t know what this is about or why those men were after me but there is definitely a misunderstanding going on here and I can tell you, we are not mate" I said to Marc and heard him made some funny noise In his throat, his eyes narrowing back at me in total disagreement.

He tried to reach for me and I flinched all the way back and almost bumped into his bed, forcing him to stop as well.

“I know how strange and confusing this might sound to you but there is no mistake. I can scent you and it’s not a doubt. You are mine. Mated to me as mine and you have to understand that”

His phone rang out, distracting him for a moment and that was my cue as I quickly bypass him and open the door before running into the hallway.

I searched for the entrance as I continued to hurry down the stairs. I could hear his voice hot on my trail causing a panic to rise within my chest.

I was close to the door when I bumped into something solid, or should I say, someone solid and knocking me to my butt with a thud.

I let out a grunt as I look up to see who the devil was. Well, my next breath was caught in my throat as I sat staring into another smiling face.

It was the same guy I had run away from upstairs but dressed differently as he continued to hover over me on the floor.

His eyes widen a little fraction as he stared at me, “You came back?”

“What?” I questioned, not sure what could be happening. I mean, I just ran out of his room and he is wondering if I came back? Is he psycho? This guy must be psycho.

"After I woke up that morning and found you missing, I thought I would never see you again but here you are, Rosa”

He paused for a moment, his brow raised in confusion, “ how did you find me?"

My mouth parted slightly but no word could make it out. I felt frozen under his piercing gaze. The more he stared deep into my eyes, the more I could feel that spark rising within my chest like a calming heat.

I couldn't believe this but something tells me he is not the same guy I had just ran away from a minute ago and If anything he looked more like the guy from my freaking one night stand.

Of course, his words was starting to make sense to me now or maybe I’m psyco too. The more we stare at each other, the more flashes from nights ago flooded back into my mind and I gasped.

"You….you, are that guy from the club" I stammered and then frowned when he start to chuckle instead.

He crouched down beside me, his eyes raking my whole body with a different kind of hunger.

“I’m glad you remember me, Rosa because I could never forget you even with a gun pointed to my head." He said as his fingers drew little patterns on my skin and I melted.

Just about then, we heard another footsteps approaching us, followed by another familiar voice.

"Brother, you have found my mate," the voices said from behind us and I turned to look at the person, my eyes bulging in total realization.

"You two are identical," I added and they both turned to stare at each other before nodding in unison.

"And you are mated to me," Marc added and his brother turned to look at him angrily. It’s obvious what he just said doesn’t sit very well with him and he looks like he is about to stage a protest as well.

"What are you talking about Marc. Rosa is mated only to me not the both of us," he growled at Marc who simply stared at him with a blank expression.

“I’m sorry to break it to you brother but Rosa is mine too and that’s means, you have no fucking choice but to share her with me”

My blood immediately ran cold at what happened next. Jack walked over and punched Marc square in the chest before pushing him against the wall just as roughly.

“Do not fucking mess with me brother, Rosa is not a play thing to be shared. She is only mine so quit trying to get a taste of her or there will be consequences”

Marc who was obviously offended by his brother’s outburst, pushed him off and they both landed against the cushion before rolling over to the floor with grunt and punches.

I watched them fight over me and I felt some kind of cold wash over me. Was I dreaming? Yes, it must be a dream and I’m certainly going to have to wake up soon and all of this drama will be gone.

Another minute passed and it kept dawning on me that it was no dream as both brothers are still hell bent on ripping each other throat apart because of me.

"Stop fighting," I said to them as they gripped each other's throats even more.

I couldn't differentiate between them again from their clothes as they had both managed to rip them off their bodies.

I stared in the direction of who I thought was Marc and then his brother for the last time before i tiptoed toward the door and eventually out of the mansion as well.

Hopefully, I’d make it back home safely before they return back to their senses as it was obvious, they had both lost their freaking mine.