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Chapter. 2 (unedited)

Carlos



Remember when I said nothing could possibly go wrong for me today? You know since it’s my eighteenth birthday and all, not to mention the day I will most likely find my soul mate and etcetera. Well, apparently I was wrong. Well the morning started off right. The moment I got to school was right. But, the moment I found and confronted my mate is when it all went to shit.

If you haven’t already figured it out yet, then I guess I should tell you what happened. Even though I really, really don’t want to repeat it. Simply because it just too humiliating.



The moment I enter school building, I caught whiff of my mate. A large amount of giddiness soon fills my body. I couldn’t believe this was happen today; I would finally get to meet my mate! I didn’t know if I want to run and find him or let him find me. Oh, wait I don't want either I’m not ready! I quickly went off to hide in a dark little corner away far away from the scent of my mate. I took out my little compact mirror and check myself thoroughly. I wish I hadn’t, because it just made me extra nervous. I hated the way I look, my mate was going to hate me. Damn it why was I fat, no one else in my pack were fat and they eat just as much as me. Oh what could I do, I can't face my mate looking like this. Perhaps I could just avoid him until I lost a few pound. But, that won’t work he’ll surely smell me out or worse put in the same classes as me!



I continued to think of all the horrible situations. I was so lost in thought I hadn’t even noticed the ring of the late bell. I hadn’t even heard the heavy footsteps walking towards me.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt callus hands roughly grab my arm and spun me around. With a gasp I gazed at the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen in my life. A wolf I knew all too well already, a person who would be the one to break my heart into tiny pieces. My mate, Allen Jacobs-Ortega, the future beta of the Ortega pack, my mate, and my biggest bully since middle school.



His excited face quickly turned sour when he gazed on me “Y-you!?” he snarls “How could this be possible, how could I be paired up with someone so...so fucking fat and ugly.”He pushes me down to the ground “The goddess chose wrong, you’re not my mate. I would never accept you for a mate.”



Tears fall down cheek, my face heating up with embarrassment “B-but the goddess t-thinks we’re right for e-each other. I-I mean, I can lose weight, I can become prettier. It will just take time. Please, just...just don’t reject me, please.” Before I could even stop I was sobbing on the ground. Even though he’s bullied me for so many years, I still wanted to be with my mate. All a werewolf ever lives for is to be with their mate.



His face scrunched up with disgust “Ugh, would you stop. Crying isn’t going to convince me, especially with an ugly pug face like yours. Look, no offense but your disgust and fat. I’m going to be the next beta of my pack; I need a mate who’ll fit all my expectations and my packs. Meaning someone beautiful, submissive and naturally social. You, you’re a loner; you're close to overweight and a social outcast. Although you are somewhat submissive, you’re not perfect enough.”



“B-but I can be-”



“No” he said sternly “I don’t have time or the patience to wait for you to get perfect. I’m eighteen meaning I start making my debut to the pack as the new beta right after I’m done with school. I need a mate to show to my father now, not some werewolf reject. I don’t need you to embarrass me or lose my chances of becoming beta! Just go and find yourself some poor sap who is blind enough to tolerate you. Unfortunately for you, I have perfect vision and can see that there is way better out there for me.”



“S-so you’re rejecting me…” I say softly.



He rolls his eyes in annoyance “For the love of the goddess, must I spell it out for you? You know what, I have a better Idea. I Allen Jacobs-Ortega-”



“No, please don’t do this to me!”



“Hereby renounce my bound-”



“Allen please” I cried, falling to my side as a sharp pain pierced my heart. “I beg you, please give me a chance!”



“To my mate, I reject the goddess gift.”



“A-allen...please...” I began to hyperventilate, unable to breath properly due to the pain. A red chain appeared from nowhere, part of it connected to my chest and the other to Allen.



“I reject this matching, I reject my mate. Release me!” I let out a heart wrenching scream as I felt my pain in my heart. The feeling of my heart being ripped in two.



The chains began to shake, and with incredible force broke in two. Allen fell to his knees, his teeth gritting in pain. I lay on the floor sobbing. A sudden feeling of emptiness and sadness enveloped me. I felt scared, confused, angry, sad, and lonely all at the same time. Not a speck of joy was in me, I felt like a broken doll. I might as well be, as far as I could tell I was trash.



Allen got up on his feet, though rather shakily “well, that hurt a bit. Though I think you’re going a bit over the top aren’t you.”



I continued to sob, curling myself into a tight little ball. All I wanted to do was hide myself, run away or simply die. Allen didn’t seem at all bothered by this; he didn’t even care how this was effecting me. He dusts off his pants and gives me one last look. There is no remorse, regret or sadness. No there was only a happy little gleam in his eyes.



“I sure dodged a bullet now didn’t I. Well, I’m off to class now. Hope you're able to find someone else. Though I honestly doubt you will, better to just end it now don’t you think? Anyways, I’ll see you around. Maybe, probably not, hopefully not I don’t want to be seen with you. Ciao.”



Allen quickly walks away from me. I watched him disappear as he got farther and farther down the hall. All the while I was screaming in my head for him to not go. I didn’t want him to leave me here, I needed him. Yet it was clear that he was never coming back for me. He has forgotten me and most likely already moved onto someone new and prettier. The pain of knowing he has already moved on caused another ache in my chest. What was the point of living anymore? He was right after all, no one would want me. Dominants avoided me like the plague and made from of me since I was young.

There was no one out there for me, no one at all. I was completely alone. Perhaps it would be better, if I did just end it all now. I doubt anyone would miss me, I’m nothing but a burden.I pick myself up and walked out one of the school exits. I shift into my wolf form and run off into the forest.



Freddy



I sat alone in the back room of my pack politic class. I chewed nervously at my pencil, staring at the empty desk next to me. Carlos should be sitting there, but he wasn’t. I had a bad feeling in my gut and it would get worse every time I thought of my best friend.

I have been dreading this day for quite some time. The day when Carlos would find his mate. There was no way of knowing how it would end. If his mate rejected him, I would summon the strongest dominants in my pack to hunt him down. I wouldn’t force him to take Carlos, I’d just teach him a lesson. I didn’t understand why werewolf society was so heavily focused on beauty, strength and power. This wasn’t what being pack was about. The pack was your family, the people you care for and want to protect. It wasn't a game of who can get the better position of power. But, so many people treated it that way.

I couldn’t help but feel bitter towards this society. My best friend was looked down upon and bullied, simply because he was chunkier than most submissive. Carlos was beautiful to me, on the outside and inside. He was such a free spirit, always smiling and playful. He worried so much about others too, like a mother. If given the choice I would mate Carlos right away. But, I still hadn’t found my own mate and I didn’t want to break some poor submissive’s heart. I know Carlos would scold me for doing so, and he would most likely feel guilt. This was such a drag, why couldn’t we all just choose our own mates. That way Carlos wouldn’t be alone, I just hoped his mate accepts him.



Half way through the lecture, I heard the sound of the class room door open. A sweet, yet strong, powerful and alluring scent soon wafts into my nose. I immediately look up knowing exactly who it would be, my mate. I expected a tiny little submissive at the door, but was shocked to see a tall, muscular, chocolate color skinned dominant male with black haired styled into a crew-cut. I tried to glance behind him, but didn’t see anyone behind him. I glanced at his face, also to find his grey-green eyes staring right back at me with a hungry look in his eyes. My cheeks flushed and I felt a shiver go down my spine. I was so confused; I thought I was a dominant wolf? I was built up like one, although a bit on the lean side. But, I wasn’t afraid to put other dominants in their place. Although I feared much stronger dominants as well. Could two dominants even mate together, wouldn’t they just constantly fight for dominance? Maybe I was wrong, maybe it’s just a mistake. Perhaps my mate is related to him and his or her scent rubbed off on this massive fellow. If that’s so, then why was my heart pounding in my chest as we continued to gaze at each other.



“Excuse me young man, but is there a reason why you’ve decided to interrupt my class” our teacher, Mr. Callous growled in annoyance.



The huge male scowled at the teacher, annoyance clearly written on his face. He took a sheet of paper from his pocket and shoved it into the teachers hands. Mr. Callous almost drops it and struggles to keep it in his hand, but he manages. With a huff the aged submissive glared at the note. His face grew very pale and he looked back and forth from the note to the large male.



“O-oh you’re M-miles Ortega!” Mr.Callous blurted, stumbling over his words.



The class gasped and immediately began to whisper amongst each other all wondering why the Ortega heir would make an appearance. I wasthe most surprised and slightly nervous. Miles was the future alpha of the Ortega pack, the largest and strongest pack in the nation. His pack pretty much runs this nation and that means all the other minor packs like my own. In fact he did own my pack, all the crops harvested off our farm were given to his family. An ancient long agreement made between our packs when the Ortega’s came to power. High society wolves living under martial law.

It was no wonder I or anyone else hadn't recognized him. The Ortega pack tended to hide their future alpha within the safety confounds of their land. There were many people who would want to kill the young male, going to any lengths necessary in order to get their hands on him. So for most of his childhood, Miles would be home schooled and go under extreme training. The years of training could be seen clearly from the muscles bulging underneath his shirt. There were also a few fainted scars on his arms and who knows where else. I heard alpha training in the Ortega pack was cruel, but exactly how cruel was it?



“W-well okay, class as you may already know this is Miles Ortega, the future alpha of the Ortega pack. He will be joining our class for the rest of the semester and is a new student. I would like it if you would all welcome him with kindness.” He runs his gaze over the room, he stares at the seat next to me. Oh goddess please don’t put him next to me! “Mr. Ortega there is an empty seat next to Mr.Teagen over there.” He points towards me” “ Mr.Teagen, I hope you will show our new student the utmost respect and help him with any problems he has.”



“Yeah, sure whatever” I mutter, slumping in my seat.



“Good then, now Mr. Ortega please have a seat. I’m sure Mr.Teagen will happily allow you to share his textbook.”



Miles nods and takes powerful strides towards Carlos’s desk. Once he was seated, Mr.Callous resumed with the lesson. A few students went back to paying attention to the lesson. But, the others tried to sneak glances as Miles. The dominants were sizing up his power, and they all seem to have the same conclusion. Miles Ortega was dangerous and it was best to stay on his good side. Though they knew this already, but they had to reassure their wolf side as well. Many of the subs were obviously fawning over his looks (or rather his power) and kept giggling as they spoke amongst each other. A low growl erupted from my throat before I could stop it, and I glare at the obnoxious bunch of subs. They all pale with fear and turn back around towards the board. Why did I growl, why should I feel possessive of another dominant?



I hear a deep chuckle beside me. I glance towards Miles, who is still looking at me with that hungry look in his eyes. My face flushes again and I quickly stare at my text book. I was praying he would just ignore me or stay silent, yet of course I don’t get my way.

My chin is grabbed and I’m forced to look at Miles. He smiles, but I can tell he’s annoyed.



“Now, this is much better. I’ve been wanting to talk to you, but you don’t seem to want to look in my direction” he whispers, his voice like honey and smooth as butter. I couldn’t help but feel slightly mesmerized by it, though I would never admit it.



“I rather not talk during class if you don’t mind” I whispered curtly.



He frowns “Is class far more important to you then getting to know your mate? Thats pretty rude of you, I feel as if you may not want to talk to me.”



“Perhaps I don’t.”



“And why is that? its rather weird that you don’t want to your mate. Most submissives would kill for a chance like this.”



I scowl “Maybe because I’m not a submissive. I’m a dominant male, the next alpha of my pack. I don’t care who you are or how much power you have. I’m not going to become your mate or a submissive rather. Look just do me a favor and just leave me alone, find some submissive and claim them. Two dominants mating just isn’t done, and I have no intentions of submitting to anyone.” With that said I slap Mile’s hand away and return my attention to the board.



I can feel Miles heated gaze on me, but I ignore him completely and tried to focus on todays lesson. Soon I felt a hot breath against my ear. I looked from the corner of my eyes to see Miles leaning way to close to me “After this class, we’re going to have a pleasant little chat. Its obvious that you're stupid-”



I growl, rather loudly not caring who heard “Excuse m-”



“You don’t know anything about me, but yet you're going to reject me?!” he hisses, cutting me off “So its obvious I must have to show you the kind of person I am. Perhaps this will help change your mind, though for your sake I hope you listen rather well. I am not a guy to be toyed with and I’m rather spoiled. If I see something I like, then I’ll take it simple as that. May it be a material object or a person.”



We glare at each other for a while. I disliked how this situation was going. I thought he wouldn’t want anything to do with a dom, but its obvious I was wrong. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fight against this guy, he was powerful. His pack didn’t control every inch of the nation by being nice. They were killing machines, big and nasty. Stronger than any other werewolves, thanks to the military training they take from rather young ages. Ortega pack members didn’t take shit from anyone and the only reason why many of us minor packs were still around was out of their mercy. I didn’t want to risk pissing Miles off any farther, he could easily have my pack wiped out with a single call to his father. I was afraid, and I was stuck with a huge dilemma. I just hope Carlos was fine and his mate had accepted him. Because I knew by the end of this day, Miles was going to mark me. Whether I wanted it or not.