Prince Reagan

I could hear the smooth voice of Miss. Ava, as she goes on teaching in the large hall some theory Aristotle once came up with. But my mind isn’t focused on her. Her voice fades away as I glare at the black-haired boy sitting on the other side of the room with his fingers softly thrumming on the table. His eyes are focused on the female teacher, possibly listening to the lecture going on while I watch him like a freak from afar.

Brad Benson, son to the Alpha of Lunar pack, and next in line to be Alpha. He’s the kind of guy every girl in town wants for herself and still runs after, even though he’s dumped them before.

Recalling what he did yesterday makes me grit my teeth and glare harder at him. Oh, the nerve of him.

I’ll start from the beginning.

I remember when I first saw Brad on the first day of high school. I was that kid no one wanted to associate themselves with – boring, weird, skinny with freckles painting my cheeks and forehead, and I had practically no fashion sense. I tried making friends, but it didn’t work out.

Then I saw Brad and how he was adored by everyone. He was your typical high school jock – handsome, athletic, charming… Everyone wanted a piece of him. Plus, he’s the son of our Alpha. He had it all, the looks, fame, popularity, power…

I wasn’t so impressed by him at first. I avoided him like the plague and stayed hidden, not making myself too popular. I didn’t really care that no one acknowledged me. I was okay being on my own. Calle an introvert.

But then, at the start of my senior year, I began having this huge crush on Brad. I would sit two seats behind him and ogle him throughout the whole class as every other girl did. I daydreamed about him and even scribbled his name at the back of my notebooks a lot.

I knew I couldn’t have him since he was dating one of the most popular girls at school at that time, Stacy. But it didn’t stop me from trying to impress him by changing my looks. I actually started to read fashion magazines instead of my books and even tried out the dresses I saw. But then, when I showed up at school, Stacy ended up turning me into a figure of fun.

Apparently, I was so skinny, any dress I wore either ended up making me look more of a stick or dwarfed me in them. I was made a laughing stock throughout, and Brad hadn’t even paid me any attention.

It wasn’t common for werewolves to be so ugly like I had been. We are one of the most beautiful and exotic creatures globally, and humans mostly envy us for this. But of course, they don’t know about our actual existence. They’re so unpredictable and might not be able to process that we live among them, especially since we age very slowly.

Anyway, since I couldn’t get Brad, I stopped trying and settled on ogling him from afar. But fate has its way of surprising people.

When I turned eighteen, which is the age of any average werewolf to find their mate, I had been ecstatic to find mine. Of course, not every werewolf sees theirs immediately, but I hoped I would quickly. A mate is someone to cherish and the one you would spend the rest of your life with. They’re usually given to us by the moon but can also be chosen. You feel a pull towards them and can’t help feeling attracted to them no matter what…or at least that’s what I thought.

I had skipped happily to school that day in joy, fantasizing about the special moment that I would finally find my true love. Finally, someone would accept me for who I am and not stare at me like I’m some weirdo. I didn’t care about the weird looks I got for my goofy smiles. All I cared about was finding my mate. I even wore a little bit of makeup to school, just in case I saw him that day.

At one of my free periods, I was walking down the hallway when I smelled this mouthwatering scent calling out to me. My wolf was howling like crazy in my head, and her tail wagging side to side.

I knew then what it meant and traced the scent right away. I found myself on the empty football field with Brad sitting on the bleachers, deep in thought.

realized the scent was coming from him. And when he noticed my presence, he stared at me in question

“Mate.”

while I was left confused. Hadn’t he smelt my scent and realize I was his? He had turned eighteen the summer before.

dawned on me as I continued to gape at him

knew. He knew I was his mate but never approached me. Every wolf can recognize its mate after turning

when he scowled at me with disgust written all over his face. Then, he grabbed my

he dug his fingers into my shoulder, eliciting a whimper from me. I ignored the pain he had caused at my back and stared

your thick skull, and don’t even think about telling anyone else about this.” He snarled at me

He was the golden boy of the school; everyone adored him, including the teachers. And to think I, his

two together, and you can’t resist it no matter what. So how come Brad knew I was his for four months and could stay away from me? Had my parents lied? Or was it that

felt the mate pull instantly. Three weeks later, they completed the bonding process after meeting both their parents. A marvelous love story it was.

of fifteen. I had mine at sixteen. My parents kept trying to console me the whole while, telling me it was okay and that it was usual for some wolves to have

hair. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wolf, but I really wish

couldn’t force Brad to love me, so I decided to leave him alone. If what my parents said was true, then he wouldn’t be able to resist the mate pull and would come crawling back to me. In the meantime, I was left with sighing and giving him longing stares from afar. I did notice Stacy giving me more attention sometime

books flying, and taunt me about my appearance. I didn’t know why she suddenly had an interest in bullying me, but later found out she knew about me being Brad’s mate. Brad never did anything to defend me but laughed along with

I didn’t want to believe it and

just mere rumors. And when the ceremony was almost over and nothing

had filled me when I suspected the reason for this summon.

my throat clogged with tears. All I saw was Stacy regally and confidently walking out before Brad sunk his canines into her neck with no regrets as everyone cheered them on. I

left broken. My whole body was engulfed with pain, and I felt the agony of my heart being ripped out of my chest. Brad mating Stacy had almost killed my wolf that day and maybe me. I hid in the forest the whole day, too weak to

was the one causing me so much pain. I couldn’t eat properly or shift into my wolf for weeks after that night, and my parents were restless as they couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me, nor did I tell them. She was too

werewolf, it’s hard to

your family no matter what, and you need your Alpha’s permission to leave with a reason to. For instance, if a she-wolf’s mate is from another pack, she can go to her mate’s. Some leave for other reasons and

know my mate leaving me for another is a good enough reason, and maybe my Alpha would let me. But I doubt he would be too happy to know his son

go on a vacation. And I did, to my aunty’s new pack, Red Moon Pack. That is her mate’s pack, and she left ours after finding him.

it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep

finally being able to shift again. I realized then that I had lost myself all for a boy who hadn’t even cared an

and keep moving forward. Brad may have rejected me, but