My Name is NOT Cupcake

Chapter 13

I stayed in the room until I finished the entire book. It was interesting. It went into detail about the

Lycan's shift from man to beast and how they could control it for the most part. When the Lycan got

angry, it's wolf would push forward, and sometimes the shift would be involuntary. It showed the

changing anatomies of the man in his transition to beast. It looked painful and unreal. There were

pictures and descriptions of the pain that came with the first shift and every one after. The Lycan could

begin it's transformation at puberty, whenever it would hit the normal person. There was so much detail

on this one fictional creature. It was incredible. I applauded the creativity of whoever wrote this. It was

very specific.

When I finished the book, I stretched and tucked the book under my arm I remembered Elias saying

that he worked in his home office often, and I needed to talk to him about this book. I didn't knock

before entering, and in hindsight, I should've. In my defense, I wasn't expecting anyone else to be in

the house. Elias was in a deep discussion with two men. One of them I recognized as Elias' brother,

Taylor. Regardless, Elias smiled when he saw me. I probably looked like a deer caught in the

headlights.

"Nova," he smiled. He motioned for me to join him at his desk. Paralleled against my option to just

stand at the door, I went to Elias. I walked hesitantly over to him and he pulled me into his lap. I could

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"I-I didn't realize you had company," I said shyly, standing. I motioned to the book. "I was just going to

give this back to you," I said quickly. I turned to leave but Elias caught my wrist.

"Wait, Nova. What did you think?" he asked. I glanced at Taylor and the other strange man in the room.

"We can discuss it later since you're busy, " I said, trying to leave. Elias chuckled and sat me on his

desk.

"It's okay, love. Taylor and Peyton don't bite," Elias said, to which both men chuckled as if the opposite

were true. I looked at my fingers clasped in my lap and shrugged.

"I think it's a very descriptive and detailed piece of fiction. Whoever wrote it had quite the imagination

and I commend them for that. It was truly entertaining," I answered softly.

"Fiction?" the man, Peyton, asked. Peyton looked like the pretty, golden boy that everyone loved in

high school. His stature was that of a jock, and with his golden hair and blue eyes, he was the poster

child for an All-American Man. I looked at him confused. He seemed offended, while Taylor sat smirking

like the cocky bastard he probably was.

"You believe it?" I asked Peyton. He glared at me before turning his glare to Elias.

"Nisi joj još? (Croatian: You haven't told her yet?)" Peyton asked Elias in Croatian, I assumed.

"No, it's a process and ne želim ju uplašiti(I don't want to scare her)," Elias replied. I sighed in

frustration.

"Could you guys stop speaking a different language when I'm right here? Thanks," I said bitterly. Elias

chuckled and took my hands in his.

"You'll catch on eventually, Cupcake," he smiled. I mentally rolled my eyes at the stupid nickname. "So

about the book... do you believe any of it could be real?" he asked. I shrugged. I had always been able

to keep an open mind about the supernatural, but nothing I'd ever seen up to this point gave me any

proof of their existence.

"I think the idea of soul mates is beautiful and ancient. I don't know how feasible it is though. I don't

believe in love at first sight. I believe there can be lust at first sight, but you can't know that you love

someone until you know him or her. I don't think there are any exceptions to that rule. As far as the

whole Lycan concept as a whole is concerned, I don't think a man's body would completely shift on

command with the snap of a finger. Furthermore, the beast has no downside; no negative to balance

out the possibility of something so unnatural. There's a consequence for everything. This Lycan

creature has no consequence, just talents and hyperactive senses. It's not feasible," I ranted. All three

of them stared at me shocked. I had the gift of gab and I knew it. That, plus, my love for English, made

me talk a lot. I blushed crimson as I realized that I just went off on a tangent.

"I'll be up in my room," I said quickly before I rushed out of the office and to my bedroom. It's funny how

I was already calling it mine, like I accepted the fact that I was staying here. Hopefully, Nolan and my

dad got my message and were working on a way to retrieve me. I didn't mind Elias, Taylor, or even

Peyton, but I knew I couldn't stay here forever.