Page 66 of His Wild Mate

Mom?I gulped hard.

My jaw dropped open in surprise and I turned to run back to the safety of the closet.

Emmett

Chapter 17

I snagged Paige before she could run away.

She growled at me and tried to fight me off. In a fight or flight moment it was clear she was going to flee. Was that normal or just because it was my mother?

“Paige,” I warned.

The tone in my voice stopped her in her tracks as she turned back to me and crossed her arms over her chest. I couldn't help it when my eyes drifted down to her breasts. Even with my shirt so baggy on her, it pushed them up and made my mouth water. I knew exactly what was under there.

Her eyes nearly bugged out and she pointed towards the kitchen in full panic mode.

“Your mother? I don’t do mothers,” she whispered.

“Oh dear girl, trust me, you do now. This mother isn't going anywhere, so you better just buck it up and get out here. And you, Emmett, have a lot of explaining to do.”

I grimaced and tried to grab her hand, but couldn't. A growl of frustration went through me.

“Shit,” I muttered.

“Yes,shit, is right because you, son, are in the shit house with me right now. Why the hell am I finding out that you took a mate from the gossip train at the beauty salon today?”

“You're in deep shit for this one,” my sister said.

“Shut up, Esme. You don't know what you're talking about.”

Reluctantly, Paige followed me out of the shadows of the hallway to face my family. It wasn't just my mom, but Esme and Dad too. He was casually sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper, just as calm and collected as usual.

He did glance up long enough to take a look at Paige, smile, and go back to his paper.

That was my parents, Ernest and Eileen. Ernest was the stoic type while Eileen was an open book. If she thought it, she said it. And Esme had always been a small version of her.

The last thing I expected heading into my senior year of high school was a baby sister. Now she was a fifteen year old brat maturing much too quickly for my taste.

“Well, are you going to introduce her or not?” she said in that sassy tone that only teenage girls seemed to possess.

I scowled at her but conceded. “Guys, this is Paige, my mate. Paige, this is my dad, Ernest, my mother, Eileen, and brat-face.”

“Esme,” she corrected me. “His favorite sister.”

“My only sister,” I reminded her. “Only sibling.”

“Hi,” Paige managed to squeak out.

“It's very nice to meet you, Paige,” Dad told her.

“It's safe for her to be here?” Mom asked.

“Mom,” I warned.

“What? They're saying she attacked Brady and some of the boys. It's a logical question.”

“She's safe, Mom.”

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