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Warning: Strong Language.

Mates Don't Just Fall Out of the Sky

Jasper's POV

I am about two seconds away from throwing brother dearest through the wall. Alice decided that it was time to come clean to our family about not really being mates. She had a vision last night about meeting her mate, which is where she was going now. When I asked her about my mate, she just smiled at me saying that I'd find out pretty soon. Growling at her, I chased her outside before I let her go. Alice would tell me if something bad were to happen. She'd fucking better. That cryptic shit got old years ago.

Luckily, she's my best friend or things would have gotten violent very quickly.

It's been exactly three hours since we've shared the news with our family. I felt a range of emotions in response, the most prominent emotions being confusion and acceptance.

Not surprisingly, a majority of the confusion came from Emmett, and he's been quickly wearing on my nerves ever since.

Thanks to Alice dropping the fact that she was going to meet her mate now before running off, leaving me to deal with the backlash, Emmett's been hounding me about finding my own mate.

"Jazz, come on bro! You got to get out there and look for her. I mean, she isn't just going to fall out of the sky into your arms." Emmett threw his hand up gesturing towards the sky. He even looked up and put his hand above his eyes as if searching through the clouds.

I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. Maybe I should stay with Pete and Char for a while and calm down before I disassemble Rose's mate. I'm sure she likes him in one piece.

Emmett too focused on annoying Jasper and Jasper too focused on not killing Emmett, neither one notices the strange form breaking through the clouds and falling directly above them.

? POV

I'm going to die!

My flight isn't working! Why is it not working?

How am I not screaming my head off right now?

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

I peer against the pressure over my shoulder to see land and mentally say my goodbyes to my loved ones.

Closing my eyes and bracing for impact, I suddenly feel myself not falling anymore.

Confused, I cracked my eyes open to see a pair of the weirdest eyes that I've ever seen. Are those contacts? No, I don't see the contact lines. Who has golden eyes like that?

Hearing a throat clear, I look over to see a huge bear of a man with the same golden eyes but with too big of a smile that makes me feel a little defensive.

Wriggling in the arms that hold me, I try to get this curly-haired, golden-eyed guy to let me go, but he just tightens his grip. Looking up at him, obviously annoyed, I cross my arms and huff.

"Are you going to let go of me?" He shakes his head no. Does he not speak?

"Fine, but can I at least sit upright?" Not waiting for an answer, I shift and squirm my body until I have my legs dangling on his sides. His hands support my thighs as he continues to stare at me. I take the chance to look at my surroundings.

"Pretty house." I look back up at the man holding me and see him nod. I hear laughter behind me as I'm reminded of the big bear man.

"Pfft, I think you broke my little Jazz here." His boisterous laughter making me jump. The man holding me must have snapped out of whatever happened to him because I finally heard him speak for the first time.

"Little? I'll show you little, asshole." He growled. Why was that hot as hell?

"Boys, that's no way to behave with a guest present." I turn my head again to see a woman in the doorway. She smiles as I make eye contact with her, and I offer her a small smile of my own.

"Sorry, mom." "Sorry." They don't sound sorry in the slightest.

"You must be cold. Jasper, why don't you bring her inside?" I tense as I feel him walk towards the house. I feel a slight pressure trying to enter my body, but I block it. This is exactly the type of shit that gets people killed in scary movies.

Upon entering the house, I take time to appreciate the scenery before this man, who I now know as Jasper, sits on the sofa with me seated in his lap facing him. I suddenly feel a strong pressure grating against my brain coming from my far right. Seething, I turn to the culprit to see a tall pale boy standing on the stairs, brows furrowed in frustration. I feel the pressure grow even stronger before I can't take it anymore.

I stand to my knees on the sofa and lean forward; my hips hovering above Jasper's lap. I feel my chest smack into his face as I point my right index finger at the asshole on the steps with my left hand raised into a fist in the air near my face. Eyes lit aflame, I yell at him intensely.

"I will fucking DESTROY you! Stay out of my head! That shit fucking hurts!" The asshole says nothing. He just stares at me as I feel the pressure in my head go away.

I glare at him as I pout and plop back down into Jasper's lap with an audible plopping sound, crossing my arms under my chest as I come down. I hear Jasper grunt and feel a prickle of guilt in my chest. I'll apologize for hurting him before I leave.

I turn my head sharply to the left and huff, completely missing the hungry black eyes staring at me.