I crossed the threshold of college and was immediately hit with numerous scents. Most of them werewolves. I actually wanted to go to an all human college but unfortunately there was none. The best one with least werewolves I could find was this one.
I started walking forward on the sidewalk. There were not many students outside as most of them were inside their classes by now. Which meant I was late as hell.
It was my first day, and I was already late!
My gaze went to look at my watch which showed Nine- fifteen in the morning.
Fifteen minutes late.
Fuck.
I groaned loudly in frustration and started digging through my bag for my schedule. My hand was in my bag, my head was hovering above the opening while my feet took large, hurried steps forward, when suddenly I heard an ear splitting screeches of a car from behind me.
I turned around, terror was clear as day on my face. My body trembled in fear when I saw it approaching me at a speed that I was unable to even take a step back.
And then... it hit me.
I felt breath leaving my lungs and leaving me gasping. I fell down on the ground hard, all the belongings that were in my bag spilling on the ground. Everything in my body hurt so bad that I was not sure the bones in my body were perfectly intact.
I moaned in pain and forcefully lifted my trembling body up into a sitting position, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. The driver had not even bothered to come out of the car to check who they had hit.
I felt angry but I was in pain. I lifted my elbow to see blood dripping down on the ground. My toe felt like someone had put a nail inside it.
See. Told you.
My life sucks when it comes to public relations and here I had not even stepped inside the gates of college. The car was a Mercedes-Benz. A clean, black- matte, undamaged car.
Should I go and make his life a living hell or should I just drop everything and hope rest of my day goes well?
I sighed heavily. I was not in a mood to fight. What was the sense of ruining my mood any more than it already had gotten.
I started collecting the things that had spilled out of my bag. As I picked up the things one by one, the car started honking loudly, back to back, again and again.
My anger kept rising with each passing second. What the hell was his problem?
I ignored the honks and started collecting my things more slowly, deliberately dropping them on the ground and picking them up again.
Tit for tat. Freaking idiot.
A few seconds later I heard a loud slam. I straightened and tried to turn around but someone grabbed my arm from behind and flipped me around to face them harshly.
I winced in pain and my gaze instantly went up. Once again, I was left breathless.
Only this time, not in pain but wonder.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?" he shouted immediately before I could even blink.
But then he stopped mid speech and stared at me with his mouth still open.
"You.. you.." his face was scrunched up in confusion like he could not understand what had just happened, "Mate?"
That was the last thing I heard.
As soon as the words left his mouth, confirming my worst fear coming to life and sucking my heart inside, I ran.
My bag was in my hands, my ponytail had come off and my wavy hairs had covered the side of my face, making it harder for me to see than it already was. I did not even turn around to see if he was coming behind me or not. I did not see his reaction upon seeing me fleeing away from him. I did not see if my rejection in this way had hurt him or not.
The feelings that hit me after seeing my mate were not love or affection or attraction or lust or anything like that.
The only thing that I felt was- fear.
I ran and ran and ran, crossing the threshold of the college and entering inside the hallways. Classes were going on but my head was filled with madness. I was heaving. My breaths were coming out quick and heavy. My hands and feets and body were hurting but nothing in the world could stop me. I reached the end of the hallway where not even the souls of ghosts would dare to be present. Darkness was surrounding me, making it impossible for me to see anything. I lifted my hands up in front of me to watch them shake terribly. How the fuck was it possible? Why? Why now? I was afraid. Fear was in every cell of my body and I was not ready to let it burst out of me, making me fall unconscious and helpless. I fell down on my knees. 'It is okay,' I told myself, 'Do not be afraid. It is all okay!' I was not afraid because I was in love with someone else or I did not need a mate like him or I did not like his stupid attitude or temper or e
My eyes opened with a start hearing the sound of flesh hitting flesh. As I tried to sit upright, instantly pain shot up in my whole body. My eyes opened and the sight in front of me had me shot up from my seat. "What the fuck?" No other words could make my feeling more apparent. In front of my eyes, the guy who had hit me with his car..my mate, and the guy I hated most in the world, Jax, were hitting each other brutally. Jax had gotten overpowered byhimand was getting unabashedly punched. Oh boy. Even though the sight pleased me, 'cause let's see, I am not any cruelty freak or violence suppo
I decided to go with the later. He must be worried. I was his mate after all. But I was also stubborn. "Your name." I asked. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration and then said, "Damon Black. Alpha of Golden Lining Pack." Breath left out of my body so fast I thought I was going to die of shock. He was the alpha of Golden Lining Pack? I had heard about him. As the tales and talks travelled through pack to pack, about who was getting stronger and which pack was breaking down, it was very important for us to keep track of the things happening inside our world. And boy, was he famous? Actually he was the strongest of them all. And I am not saying this just to brag or anything but I had heard that he was the True Alpha. Now see, normally alphas were descendent of previous alphas, like their son or daughter. But a True alpha was one who had broken down his boundaries as a lower ranked werewolf and rose to Alpha posi
A few hours ago |Damon's Side of StoryThe dimly lit room was filled with silence. Shivers ran down in everyone's spine as the dangerous aura radiating from the monster striding inside filled the room.His every footstep was like a predator stalking its prey. Arrogance was oozing out of him while a dangerous smirk was covering his lips. His eyes went to the person sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, sweating and shivering profusely.He smirked upon realising his effect on the people present in the room. This is what he craved.Fear.After all, he was Damon Black.He came closer to the person who was sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by at least ten other men. He grabbed the chair placed in front of his prey and sat down. While staring rudely at the man in front of him, his captivatingly dangerous gaze made the man gulp his saliva in fear."Alpha, the trace of leaked informa
She ran away without answering him. But he did not need an answer.He stood dumbstruck at the exact same spot for a few more minutes. The thought, the feeling of finding a mate was completely different from what he had planned.This was never what he had expected to feel. This is not what he wanted to feel.Because he had already decided, he was never going to mate. He was never going to end up like his parents. But the sudden blast of uncontrollable feelings and emotions had rendered him speechless.A couple of minutes later he forced himself to shrug off everything that had gripped his throat in a choking hold and came back to reality.Why had she run?And God, she was bleeding.He walked to his car and could not help himself from slamming his fist down on the hood in frustration and regret.He was not able to push back the thought of her running away from him. He was not able to gulp down his anger at him
I did not think, I did not wait, I did not even care about what she would think about me. I stormed forward, grabbed the collar of the motherfucker by the neck from behind, and snatched him away from her. The idiot instantly stumbled back, but I did not give him a chance to process what was happening. I lifted my hand and slammed my fist in the fucker's face with just enough force to not kill a human. The man in front of me was stronger than I had thought because he turned around instantly to land a punch. But he was overpowered by me. My fist landed again and again on him, hitting him with a stronger force than the last one. The man getting pummeled by me tried to dodge my attack and land his own fist but there was no chance in hell I was going to let him. Suddenly the girl that I had hit with my car, my mate, came between us. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?" She shouted while managing to squeeze in between me and the human idiot. And t
Bella's POVI returned home. I did not have enough power left inside my body to bear anymore situations today. My body, my heart, my mind, everything was in pain and suffering. And my first day of college had also gotten ruined.When I entered inside, thankfully my parents were not present. To my luck, Kaylie, my older sister was also not at home. Probably out learning another new thing, duh.My parents were doctors. They treated humans and werewolves both. Well, actually in werewolf world, werewolf doctors were not allowed to treat human patients.But because of my 'condition' nobody outside our pack was ready to get treated from us, because they feared my 'disease' will infect them as well and they will become non-werewolf like me.Well, it was okay. It did not matter much since my parents were happy with day to day earnings. Though we were not super rich. We were also not begging on the roads for each penny. And Kaylie, she was
"He... he.. " I hiccoughed between the tears, "He said he can not accept me as his mate."My mother's hand stilled in my hairs for a second, but it was just for that one second.Her hand resumed caressing my hairs once again.She did not assure me, she did not accuse me, she did not ask for any elaboration or explanation. She just removed her hand and knelt down in front of me on her knees to come face to face with me."So what?" She asked."Mom." I whispered through tears."Honey," my mom replied while her hand lifted up to wipe the tears off my face, "Has there ever been a moment that we taught you to be weak?""I know!" I insisted with choked throat, "It just... it just does not feel right in my heart.. you know."I dropped my head to hide my tears away from her."It will get better." She touched the side of my face and caressed softly, "If he is not the one. Then he was never meant to be the one. Everything hap