Author's Note: Again, I want to thank you all for commenting on the previous chapter(s). Every comment helps either make me a better writer and also pushes me to write the next chapter as soon as possible. So thank you again! :)
I saw on some of the comments in the previous chapter that there may have been some confusion. So this is to clear it up! Cullen's father has been dead for quite some time (you can read about it back in chapter 2 if you don't remember). Cullen IS the Alpha. Cullen and his pack originated from Scotland, but due to business expanding and the pack just growing big, Cullen has to go back and forth from the States to Scotland. While he is in the States, Duncan (a beta) is helping watch over matters in Scotland. And when Cullen is at Scotland, he has another beta that watches over things in the States.
I hope this clears a few things up for everyone. Enjoy!
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It has been about a week!
Cullen couldn't help but pace around his office. He honestly thought that he would have heard something from Angel after this time.
Damn it!
Cullen couldn't understand why there hasn't been any communication between them since their last encounter.
Gavin sitting in one of the leather seats near the fireplace, just kept on watching Cullen go back and forth, while he was holding a drink in one of his hands. Gavin couldn't help but shake his head, "Did it ever occur to you, to just pick up the phone and call?" Gavin just began wondering who would give in first.
"I should call? You would think when a person just learned all the sudden that werewolves were actually real that they would be dying to learn more. Now add the point that she KNOWS that she is also my mate!" Cullen couldn't stop the growl that slightly escaped from his lips.
"And you think she is going to just stop her life because all the sudden you came into the picture?" Gavin wanted to add more and remind him how he acted towards Angel the last time. "Cullen, you need to try and look from her point of view. Every single thing she knew completely changed within a day. She found out from you, and not too gently either, that you both are bound to one another after you deliberately told her how you never intended to mate. Gee, Cullen, after all that, I have no idea why she wouldn't be calling you right away," Gavin stated sarcastically, while trying not to smirk, so that Cullen knew how serious this situation really was.
"And my life wasn't turned upside down?" Cullen asked forcefully.
"My god! Cullen, if you haven't forgotten, you're a werewolf! You knew that someday you were going to find a mate. You know about all this protocol. Now, my Alpha, as respectively as I can tell you this, stop acting like a big spoiled brat and call her!"
Cullen swiftly turned on his heel toward Gavin, narrowing his eyes. "Brat?" Cullen couldn't believe that he was actually called that. No one dared to ever call him a name—well I suppose not anyone besides Angel.
Angel.
Cullen turned toward the floor to ceiling window that was right behind his desk to stare at the scenery. It was really beautiful and peaceful. No one would be able to believe that such a place existed just outside of Chicago.
If only Angel could see this
... Shaking his head, Cullen made the decision to call her right away. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, and looked over his shoulder at Gavin—giving him that he wanted to talk in private. Gavin got the hint right away. So he stood up and left, closing the door softly behind him while all the time smiling at the small victory of Angel scoring one point.
Once Cullen knew that he was alone, he went through his contacts till he found Angel's phone number. He took a deep breath and...
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Angel was trying hard to concentrate on adding the correct amount of phosphoric acid to the 3,3-Dimethyl-2-butanol solution.
Perfect!
Angel was able to take a deep breath—but suddenly really regretted that action. Angel began to cough just slightly.
GOD! This really stinks!
"Watch out Stacey, don't take a good whiff of that," said Angel, while looking toward her lab partner.
Laughing, Stacey responded with, "I could have told you how bad it would stink. What did you really expect?"
Shaking her head, Angel looked back at her lab book, to double check the next step in the procedure. How she couldn't wait till this lab was done. She really needed to rest a bit before her evening class—there was no way she would keep her eyes open if she didn't.
Before Angel even realized how fast time was flying, she and Stacey both were already distilling the solution. Once pouring the solution into the separatory funnel, Angel was able to drain the lower aqueous layer into a beaker, and then wash the organic layer with about 20-mL of saturated sodium chloride. Angel began to get really excited here—she was just about done with the lab. Angel added the anhydrous magnesium sulfate and then gravity filter the clear solution after assembling the apparatus for distillation.
A good ten minutes later, both Angel and Stacey began to clean up their lab table, and putting away all their supplies.
"So, how did our infrared spectrum turn out with our lab sample?" Stacey asked, while trying to figure out all the data in front of her.
"As expected Stacey. Methyl rearrangements are known to occur when there is a shift from a secondary carbocation to a tertiary carbocation. As we can easily see from the literature IR spectra and the one from our own sample, we managed to get rid of the OH group," said Angel. When she looked over at Stacey and seeing her confused, Angel couldn't help but smile. "In other words, our goal that we set out in the beginning of the lab was a success. What was supposed to happen after distillation happened."
"You know, you could have just saved your time by saying that before instead of getting all technical here on me," Stacey commented, while turning the paper that had the IR spectra, side to side, trying to figure out how the hell it was suppose to be read.