A Gift from the Goddess novel Chapter 138

“What about this one?” Allison asked, holding up a floor-length red gown.

It was a little more elaborate than I normally wore. Typically, I leaned more towards subtle coloured dresses, ones that showed off my body without needing to be the brightest in the room. But this… this one was definitely a statement.

…Not that it really mattered here, I guess. Maybe the new me could like brighter colours.

“That’s fine. Just add it to the pile,” I said, nodding to where I’d thrown a few others.

They were all laying on the cash register’s bench, ready for when I quickly checked out. I didn’t want to drag this out for any longer than I had to.

But she gave me a strange look at that and hesitated instead.

“…You’re not going to try it on first? I’d hate for you to buy something so expensive only for it to not fit. Or… we also have a few other stores that you might like. There’s no need to rush.”

Oh, but I did.

I was learning to suppress that feeling inside, the discomfort I felt from being around her. But it didn’t mean I wanted to test my fortitude on the matter.

Besides… I could always return them later.

“Don’t worry about the price,” I told her. “My father can just write it off as a b—.”

And I almost choked on my words as I bit my sentence short, stopping myself from saying ‘business expense’. As in, implying I was working right now.

Which I wasn’t.

…Was I?

I internally shook my head. No, I definitely wasn’t working. I didn’t know what to do about my father’s missing documents but I had no plans of leaving Kieran anytime soon. Not now after I’d had a taste of how good things could be. I was completely hooked and had every intention of staying here for as long as possible.

…And so I cleared my throat as a cough, attempting to disguise my slip.

“—…Birthday present,” I slowly finished.

“Oh, that sounds nice,” she smiled.

I wasn’t sure if she picked up on the lapse or if she was just being polite. Either way, I returned her smile with a forced one of my own and quickly turned my attention back to the row of garments.

And a silence filled the air.

What did girls normally talk about in situations like this?

Even putting aside my own issues, I didn’t know how to initiate a normal conversation with her. What do werewolf girls discuss? Her… Goddess? Pack?

…Shifting?

I shuddered at that last one, the nausea filling me. Truthfully, I could do without ever experiencing that one again. Not after everything I’d been through. It was probably the topic I least related to her on. Probably right next to how it feels to kill a man, assuming she had no personal knowledge of that one herself.

I sighed.

We were… very different. And though that wasn’t enough to justify the strange way I felt around her, it certainly didn’t help.

“It’s been nice having you around,” she then said, breaking the silence. I looked up in surprise. “In the pack, I mean. Everything has been feeling very… lively. You’re the talk of the whole town.”

Right… that wasn’t the first time I’d been told that. But I guess I could somewhat piece together why now.

“Because… I’m Kieran’s mate?” I asked, a little unsure over using the term for the first time.

This seemed to take her off guard though.

“Wait… you know?” she asked, a tone of excitement in her voice. “Did he finally tell you?”

“…Yes?”

And she made a squealing noise that was so piercing it made me wince.

“Oh, sorry!” she quickly said. “I’m just so happy to be able to talk to you about it now. After you arrived, I was given strict instructions to not say anything. In fact, we all were.” She then laughed a little. “Kieran even went as far as to give us all a list of things we could and could not discuss around you.”

“…He did?”

She nodded. “Mhmm. It was the sweetest thing I ever saw, if you ask me. A mate trying to ensure you aren’t overwhelmed, making an entire pack conform just so you’re comfortable.” She sighed whimsically. “I hope my mate is like that one day.”

“Oh… yeah, I hope so too… for you, I mean.”

I was a little shocked to discover the lengths Kieran had gone for me, all so I could have the smoothest of transitions and not feel pressured. Hopefully, people didn’t resent me for having to give special treatment.

“It’s been a good thing for everyone though, don’t worry,” she continued, almost reading me as her brother did. “And it’s been a really positive change for Kieran. He’s… showing a side to him now that he hadn’t previously shown publicly.”

“…What do you mean?”

“Well… I mean he….” And she giggled at my question before pausing. “Mmm, actually, I probably shouldn’t gossip. He wouldn’t want me to embarrass him.”

But my curiosity was piqued now.

“…Allison?” I pressed, wanting her to continue.

Her smile was sly as she looked at me, a devilish intent showing as she debated with herself… and then promptly seemed to cave.

“Oh, okay, fine,” she conceded, walking over to me. “The truth is… before you came along, Kieran’s public image was a bit… standoffish. Sort of arrogant and cocky at times; just usual immature boy attitude. But your presence has made him show a caring side publicly that only I had ever seen before. And it’s… nice. It's nice to not be the only one he’s worried about now.”

“Oh…,” was all I said.

I guess I could see how that was the case. He’d been a bit cocky to me too when we’d first met, treating my lack of understanding as a game to have fun with. It was only once he realised the true damage of my life that he switched up his approach.

…Though, he still had that sense of humour. Not that I really minded. It usually meshed perfectly with my own… just so long as I was in on the joke, of course.

I became lost in thought at her words that I almost missed when Allison’s face then turned a little sad, her fingers starting to fidget with a clothes hanger.

“He does care a lot. Sometimes a little too much… especially when he treats me like glass. But I’ve got a life to live too, ya know?” she said. “I’ve got a mate out there somewhere waiting for me and it gets a bit lonely here. I’m not a kid anymore… I’m nineteen. I have a wolf and everything!”

And my lip twitched, finding her enthusiasm at the end a little amusing. Because despite being only three years younger than me, I felt like I was a generation older; both physically and mentally. At her age, I was off on assignments almost every day, doing… unpleasant things. Whilst she’d had the luxury of a much more sheltered upbringing, even despite her mother’s passing.

“Ah… I went on a rant,” she said hastily, shaking her head. “Sorry about that. You don’t need to hear that stuff. You’ve already got enough on your plate.”

“No, no it’s fine. I… enjoy hearing stories of Kieran; even the bad.”

Because that was what had been lacking; a conversation point. And suddenly, we had just that. A commonality in the person we both cared deeply about. Perhaps this would be enough to focus on from now, something to help push down the other… negative feelings.

And so, for the very first time, I smiled at her. Genuinely.

“On second thought, I don’t like any of these dresses,” I said, putting down the one in my hand. “Did you want to show me the other stores? Maybe get some breakfast on the way?”

Well, I can confidently say that I’d never seen someone’s face light up in excitement so quickly.

“Come on, it’s this way,” she said eagerly.

…And she abruptly grabbed at my hand.