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Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother.

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I wake to a loud banging sound. It takes me a moment to realise it is someone knocking really, really loudly on my front door.

I groan and pick up my phone to check the time. Eight twenty-two AM. Who could possibly be visiting me?

Maggie should be at the markets right now and Logan on his way to school, besides, neither of them would ever knock so... aggressively.

I force myself to climb out from under my covers and shiver as the cool morning air hits me. I glance in the mirror as I pass it and realise my ponytail from the night before has twisted and now sits awkwardly on one side of my head with half my hair pulled loose in a weird loop. I pull the tie from my hair and slip it over my wrist. The banging continues.

“I'm COMING, chill out already would you.” I grumble. Oddly enough the banging does actually stop. Whoever is on the other side of the door clearly has great hearing if they heard what I just said. That or they gave up on me answering and went home. I hope for the latter because I really want to just go back to bed.

I shuffle to the door and swing it open. My actions might seem a little reckless, I probably should have glanced through the window to see who it was at least before answering. But I am tired and not awake enough to consider things like my own safety.

In fact I feel that the person on the other side of the door should probably be the one who is afraid of me considering how irritated I am.

Standing in my doorway is a man that I can only describe as breathtaking.

He is tall and muscular with black hair that has a slight wave to it and golden eyes. A glance at his arm tells me he is a Shifter.

In fact, he is the same kind of Shifter as Megan. He is wearing blue jeans, a black button up shirt and is standing with his arms crossed, his expression impatient.

I open my mouth to speak when I notice something that my sleepy brain hadn't registered until this moment.

I rub my tired eyes as I stare. There is a red thread coming from the Shifter man's chest.

The truly surprising part of this is that it leads straight across to mine. I stare up at him with wide eyes, not sure how to react.

My soul mate is a Shifter?

And he is standing right in front of me. Half of me wants to throw myself at him. I am so excited to meet him at last.

The rest of me wants to go build a blanket fort and hide. I'm not sure I'm ready for a soul mate just yet, and I barely know this guy. I chastise myself internally. I am being ridiculous. This man has no idea that we are tied by the red string of fate, I need to treat him normally and get to know him, not act all creepy.

This reminds me that he is still standing and staring at me, his nostrils flaring slightly as he looks me over. He doesn't seem impressed with my unicorn flannels and bunny slippers. Go figure. I pull myself together enough to act (mostly) normal.

“Um, good morning?” I greet him, my voice a question. When he speaks his tone is stern and all business.

“Are you R.G?” he demands.

“Excuse me?” I ask. He rolls his eyes.

“Are you being deliberately stupid or are you really this slow? Are you the R.G who wrote this note to my twin sister Megan?” he demands again, this time waving the note I had written the night before in my face. I flinch back as it comes a little too close. Rude much?

“Oh, that. Um... yes? My name is Ryann Gale.” I introduce myself.

“I'm Bellamy Kane. We need to talk.” Without asking, he pushes his way past me and enters my apartment. My temper rises at the intrusion.

“What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back.

The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me.

He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that since my couch is currently piled high with laundry, the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it.

“Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain. Okay, not asleep then. I cross my arms and stare at the man, although I avoid his eyes.

Bellamy Kane.

He seems like someone who is used to getting his own way. Usually I am not the type to pick fights. If someone wants me to sit, I'll probably do it, because really, why not? But if this man is my soul mate then I refuse to allow him to treat me as anything but an equal, even if he doesn't know it yet. He won’t hurt me, at least I’m mostly sure he won’t. I don't think I could ever fall for someone who would hurt me, so it stands to reason that he wouldn't.

“Mr Kane, you can't just barge your way into my home and order me around.” He rolls his eyes at me again.

“Would you rather I phrase my demand sweeter, and have no doubt this is a demand not a request. Miss Gale, would you be so gracious as to take a seat so that I can speak to you properly about the rather vague note you left for my sister last night.” He phrased the words politely, but his tone is sarcastic and still every bit as demanding.

I want to keep arguing but I also really want to know more about Megan. I hope the note didn't upset her too much. I decide to give into his demands this once and sit down. I try to retain whatever dignity I have left as I take a seat.

“Are you happy now?” I gesture at the other chair for him to sit down too. He sits across from me and I do my best to appear confident and put together. Well, as put together as one can look with bed head and bunny slippers.

“Why did you leave my sister that note?” he questions. I shrug.

“I saw that man, Tristan was it? Propose to her. I know it's not right so I wrote her a note.” The Shifter narrows his golden eyes at me and suddenly I am certain that he is some kind of feline Shifter. Something about his eyes is so cat-like.

“And how did you 'know it's not right'?” He mimics me in a childish tone. I sigh. Explaining my magic is always frustrating. People either think I'm making it all up, since no one else has the same power as me, or they think I'm odd and start to interrogate me wanting to know about their friendships and relationships.

“I know it's not right because of my magic.” I state, trying to keep my voice even. He leans in closer to me.

“But you're human. You smell human.” he informs me, his expression looks like one of disgust. Since I know that humans don't smell any worse than Shifters, just different, I know the disgust is at the idea of me being human, not my actual smell. I raise an eyebrow.

“Stop sniffing at me, and I'm not human.” I state firmly. He crosses his arms over his chest again.

“Then what are you?” he demands. I shrug.

“Beats me, if you can figure it out let me know.” I say casually. His eyes open in surprise.

“You are an unknown Magic?” His tone is incredulous. He inhales deeply again, if I didn't know he was a Shifter I wouldn't really think it odd, but now I know he's... sniffing... It's my turn to roll my eyes.

“I know, I know. Big shock right? How can this be and blah blah blah. I am an orphan and even though I know my power, it doesn't fit into any species, so I'm stuck as an unknown.” Okay, so maybe that came out a little more aggressive than I intended.

What can I say, I have issues and he touched a nerve. He ignores my sass and continues his interrogation. It is far too early for this.

“What is your power then?” I give a brief explanation of my ability to see the threads of fate and a run down of the common types.

“Tristan has a red thread but it isn't linked to Megan. I usually try to ignore this kind of thing. Fate always sorts itself out after all. But I have a blue thread, the friendship one, linked to Megan. If she is fated to be my friend then I don't want her to suffer when I can prevent it.” Mr Kane seems doubtful of my explanation.

“You can see if people are fated to be together, and you believe you are meant to be friends with my twin sister?”

Twin?

Well that's unusual. Magics don't often have twins, but when they do, they're powerful.

I nod at him. Now might be a good time to mention that I can see a red thread connecting the two of us. I glance up at his expression which is still suspicious.

Or maybe not.

The more time I spend with this Shifter, the more I begin to think fate got it wrong.

I wonder if there is a way to break threads or get rid of them in some way. I've never seen it happen before. Even in death people are tied together.

I once walked past a cemetery and saw an old man visiting his wife's grave. The red thread still flowed from his chest and vanished down into the ground connecting him forever to his beloved. It was depressing but also sort of romantic in a morbid kind of way.

I glanced back at the man sitting at the table across from me. I can't imagine being linked with him forever. I really hope fate knows what it's doing, giving me this man as my soul mate.

“Yes, I will be friends with your twin sister. It is fated.” He scowls at me.

“You aren't even a Shifter, why would fate want you to be friends with my sister?” Now it’s my turn to scowl back at him.

“What does that have to do with anything? Everyone has a fate Mr Kane, regardless of the circumstances of their birth. When I look at someone, I see the threads of their fate, not their species.”

I am feeling incredibly annoyed. This man is my soul mate, how can he be such a jerk? This was definitely not the first meeting I expected when I finally met the holder of my red thread.

I had hoped for something a little sweeter, maybe cute or romantic. But no, I get yelled at and insulted. Yay for me. He stares at me for a moment.

“Bellamy.” he suddenly states.

“What?” I am totally confused, he already told me his name, didn't he? The Shifter looks very serious.

“Call me Bellamy. Mr Kane was my father.” His expression is sad. I don't know what happened to his father, but I am certain that he can't be alive and well, not with his son looking so miserable. I nod.

“Fine. Bellamy then. You can call me Ryann.” I offer, mostly because it would be super awkward for me to use his first name while he uses my last name. Besides, the guy is my soul mate, we're going to have to pass the awkward 'using each other's names' stage eventually, why not get it out of the way now?

The Shifter- I mentally remind myself to call him Bellamy, seems relieved that I agreed so easily and... is he breathing weirdly deep?

Maybe it's a Shifter thing, I heard they can tell a lot about how a person is feeling and reacting from their scent... which is kinda weird but I guess it would be useful.

“Well Bellamy, now I have some questions for you.” I begin. He looks annoyed. You would think I had just told him he had a dentist appointment or something.

“Wow, calm down would you. I'm not asking anything difficult, at least it shouldn't be.” hesitantly, Bellamy nods and gestures for me to continue.

“Well, first I really would like to know how you found me. I didn't even put my full name on the note, and you didn't know it until I told you, so I doubt you got my details from anyone at Borderline.” I reason. Bellamy shrugs.

“Your scent was all over the note. I assumed that it was placed in my sister’s bag at the restaurant since that's the only place she went that evening, so I went there. It didn't take me long to find you from there. Your scent was... exceptionally easy to follow.” he observes with yet another deep breath. I shrug.

“Maybe it's because I walked home barefoot.” I say nonchalantly. He seems confused.

“Barefoot? Why would you do that?” he asks curiously. I point to the heels I had abandoned in the doorway.

“Because those shoes are evil and I am pretty sure they were biting my feet off or something. Sadly, they are part of my uniform at work.” I explain. He raises an eyebrow.

“Biting your feet off? Surely they can't be THAT bad...” he trails off. I lift my foot up and pull off my bunny slipper to reveal the blisters and red marks that marr the pale skin of my foot.

“They are definitely that bad.” I state as I hold my foot up so he can see. It is almost comical how horrified Bellamy looks. He actually leans forward and grabs my foot, pulling it towards himself.

He seems to realise how weird that is because he suddenly freezes and, almost as quickly as he grabs me, he releases me again.

There is an awkward silence as I pull my bunny slipper back over my foot. I decide to move on to my next question and try not to think about the fact that he figured out my location by scent. It kind of seems like an invasion of privacy or something, but who am I to talk. I literally spy on everyone's personal relationships constantly. Besides, I did leave a note.

“I... how did your sister react when she saw the note?” I find I am actually terrified to hear his response. I don't want her to hate me. Bellamy drops his gaze to the floor.

“She hasn't actually seen it. I scented something different in her purse, you I suppose, and I took it before she saw. She was excited and didn't seem to notice it.” I'm not sure if I'm disappointed that my warning never made it to her or relieved.

“I'm surprised you took the effort to track me down.” I comment. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“She's my sister, I had to know if there was anything to the note. Besides...” he hesitates.

“I'm not too sure about Tristan. I've never really bonded with him.” I interpret that as his tactful guy way of saying he hates Tristan and thinks he is a total ass. I open my mouth to say so, but I am interrupted by someone at the door.

Paul is standing with his arms crossed over his chest in my doorway. We have been so busy arguing, neither of us thought to close the door. Bellamy is on his feet in an instant and steps forward to meet the stranger. Paul speaks, his tone is one of complete disgust.

“A Shifter?” he bites out, staring at Bellamy's mark.

“I thought you were such a nice girl Ryann, I hope you don't intend to have Shifters coming at all hours in my building.” He snaps. Bellamy takes a step closer, his stance is defensive. I get to my feet and stand between them.

“Bellamy, ignore my neighbour. It seems he has poor manners. Paul, get out of MY apartment. This building belongs to Maggie, not you and there is no reason why I can't invite whoever I please.” I remind him. So Bellamy is a bit of an ass, but I'm not going to let my neighbour be insulting because of his species. Paul glares at me.

“Well sorry for coming to check on you after this brute almost knocked your door down. I could hear it from downstairs. Magics really all act like rules don't apply to them, don't they?” he directs the last statement towards Bellamy who looks like he wants to knock Paul out.

I don't really blame him. Paul is grating on my nerves too.

Without saying anything, I push the sleeve of my pyjamas up as high as I can on my arm. It's just enough that the bottom of my mark is visible. Paul's expression darkens.

“What the hell? Maggie promised that everyone in this building was safe. I guess a little old lady is pretty easy to fool huh?”

I snap. It's one thing to insult Bellamy, I barely know him. Insult me?

Sure, why not. It's not like there aren't tons of people doing it already, I can take it. But Maggie? She is the best person I know, and I can't stand to hear him speak about her that way. I probably shouldn't get physical but I just can't help myself. My hand flies before my brain registers that it's moving and I slap him hard across the face.

Paul swears and raises a hand towards me, but it never connects. Bellamy catches him by the wrist and holds him firmly. When he speaks his tone is deadly.

“Get out. Never speak with Ryann again. I suggest you look into finding other accommodations since you are so against the presence of Magics.”

He doesn't make any threats, but his tone and the look in his eyes is enough. Bellamy releases Paul who backs away before fleeing down the stairs to his own apartment.

I had hoped that this neighbour might last a little longer than the last few, it seemed it wasn't going to happen.

Note-to-self: apologise to Maggie for scaring off her residents. I sigh.

“I shouldn't have done that. He didn't need to know that I'm a Magic. Now Maggie is going to have to get a new resident for the second floor again. She did warn me that he didn't seem terribly open minded.” I grumble, more to myself than to Bellamy.

He shrugs. Suddenly he seems a lot less hostile, in the last minute he's changed from opposition to ally.

Although I'm not sure he's noticed the difference, but even his posture is different. Where before he was puffed up and seemed to be carefully watching me for sudden movements, now his shoulders have dropped and it feels like he is actually studying me rather than watching for signs of danger or deception.

“The guy deserved what he got.” he seems distracted. He is staring at my arm, or more specifically where my sleeve has fallen down to cover my mark.

I tug it down further and glare at him. None of this would have happened if he hadn't been banging down my door. He could have just knocked like a normal person. I really, really just want to go back to bed. I've been awake less than half an hour and already my life is falling to bits. I knew today wasn't going to be a good day.

“Was there anything else you needed?” I demand impatiently. Bellamy looks confused.

“Was there anything else you needed from me? Because if there isn't then I have things to do and would appreciate it if you would just leave already.” Things to do, like sleeping, or watching Netflix for a few hours before work tonight.

I also just really want Bellamy to leave. He might be tied to me by a red thread, but I was not prepared for this much emotion this early in the day and I don't think I am prepared to spend any more time with him.

We're fated to be together, I figure that means I don't need to rush anything.

Bellamy opens his mouth to speak but I interrupt.

Rude?

Yes. But he's the one who invited himself in. I put a hand on his arm and pull him towards the door a little. Surprised, he lets me lead him out the apartment. I'm not sure he even realises that's what I'm doing.

“I think we're done here. I can't deal with you right now, so it is time for you to leave.” I tell him firmly. I step back inside.

“Have a nice day Bellamy. I'm fated to be friends with your sister so I'm sure I'll see you around. Bye. “With that I close the door in his face. Moments later he is banging on the door again.

“Ryann! Open the door, I'm not done talking to you.” He shouts through the door.

“Well I AM done talking to you. Go away Bellamy.” I call back. He swears under his breath.

“We aren't done here. You will talk to me, and soon.” He answers. I peek through my little window and I see him climbing down the stairs. I watch him leave.

In fact, I watch until he has left the building and has made his way down the street and around the corner. I can see quite far from the third floor after all. I breathe in a sigh of relief. I feel totally drained and it is far too early to consider the ramifications of finding my soul mate.

So, I shuffle my way back to my room and climb into my bed where I curl up and quickly fall back to sleep. Sleep doesn't bring the peace I had hoped for however as, even in my sleep, I can't seem to stop replaying the moment Bellamy stepped between Paul and I or his promise that we would talk again soon.

Two full days pass by uneventfully before I see another Shifter. I am at work once again. I'm covering a lunch shift. It's rather last minute as I was scheduled for a day off, but Anthony called this morning and asked me to cover for someone who is sick.

I don't think he has ever spoken to me as politely as he did when he was asking for a favour. I don't particularly want to be here, but, as always, I could use the extra money so I suck it up, although my feet are already killing me in these blasted heels. I mentally curse whoever thought it was a good idea to force us to walk around in these death trap stilts. I hope that person stubs their toes on every possible surface every day for the rest of their lives. I paste on a fake smile so I can take the order of the human businessmen at table fifteen.

“Hi there, and welcome to Borderline. My name is Ryann and I will be your server today. Can I start you off with any drinks?” None of the three men answer me. They are too busy staring at something. Is there something interesting going on behind me? I hear someone clearing their throat and slowly turn around. I find two burly looking men waiting for me. They're both wearing jeans and dark t-shirts.

“Ryann Gale?” One of them asks. What the hell is going on? I nod warily.

“Good. If you would please accompany us.” The man holds out his arm for me to take. His tone is polite, but I can tell that he isn't asking so much as telling me to come with him.

I glance around, trying to spot Anthony but he is nowhere in sight. He probably wouldn't be much help anyways. I still don't take his arm. I don't particularly want to be kidnapped and killed or whatever.

“Who are you and why should I go with you?” I demand.

“I apologise miss Gale. My name is Shaun and this is Aaron. We are from the local feline Shifter pack. Our Alpha has requested your presence immediately.” Shaun takes a step closer so he is way in my personal space.

It becomes clear that there is no way to avoid leaving with these men without causing a scene which isn't really something I want to do. Doesn't this place have security? I notice the other server eyeing me but not with concern, she looks angry. Does she think I planned this? Seriously! I make one last attempt.

“As you can see, I am working right now. If you could come back in a few hours...” I trail off, the Shifters just stare at me.

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