Promise me

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Luke’s pov

I’m hard.

Like, rock-hard-full- commando hard.

How the f**k is she so beautiful? I know the “mate” and “bond” thing is f*****g insane and seeing couples pulled together because of this makes me want to throw them over the cliff. It never made sense to me even though seeing my father and mother giggling like high-school sweethearts used to mean the world to me. Now its ancient past.

Its been a week since I last saw her. Jake and Arron kept on yammering on about how hot and gorgeous their friend’s best friend is. How the f**k do I know what she looks like? Must be some other chick. I can’t get the same high from f*****g other girls, not since the last time I held her down.

“now how the f**k do I deal with this?!” I cursed under my breath; every graze of fabric shoots a hit of spark up to euphoria. I can feel my face flush. Is this true heat?

Checked my phone, 3:47am. Location: Gyrestone Starset hotel.

What am I, a pubescent t**t?

My heavy eyelids glazed across the screen, opening google to search for p**n to give me temporary relief. Suddenly, I see an ad from youtube of what is trending of a girl dancing with a guy. Why does she look so familiar? They covered the choreography with “I can’t get enough” from Selena Gomez.

I regret my decision. But oh god it’s the best decision.

It's her. It's my mate on the screen. Her icy cold grey glare shot Goosebumps up my skin. My junior is twitching harder and harder.

A tuff of curly ginger hair entered the screen. Now my blood is boiling. He’s f*****g touching her. his hands are on her hips. She’s swaying and twirling her hips with the music. Reon is growling hard under the heat.

Fuck. I want her to twirl her firm curvy hips on me. My hands crawled down to try and ease the tension. I’m seeing red everywhere. But I can’t get her moves on the screen out of my mind. I want to rip that guy’s throat out. The way he looked at her. the way he held her and followed ever every jab and move. Her bare toned back exposed with that halter top, those pair of high waisted pants hugging her so well I never envied it so much in my life. The tension was peaking. My hands gripping my member hard to reach the high. My eyes glued to the screen.

“I can’t get enough of your love, give me some more love baby”

“No one’s gotta know, we can keep it lowkey.”

“I’ll be fine alone, as long as you’re alone with me, so incredible, unforgettable on me”

Her smile. Her f*****g confident smile can light up a whole house. She’s so perfect. I reached my high and moaned hard, recoiling as I kept cumming. Soon after, I’m drenched in sweat, looking at the ceiling with my dirty hand. It was the high I’m so drunken into.

Cleaning myself up shortly after, I then looked at her account. Dozens of videos on her list, 10 million followers. “wow, never thought my mate is that successful.” One video caught my eye. It wasn’t as much viewed as her other popular videos but recent.

 “Lovely - Dance cover”.

It was solo, but she looked so sad. Unconsciously, I watched.

“isn’t it lovely, all alone?

Heart made of glass my mind of stone

Tear me to pieces, skin and bone

Hello, welcome home.”

It hurts. It hurts so bad I toppled over with tears streaming out. I can’t breathe. I - I can’t breathe-

Why do I feel so much pain? My hands are trembling. Why does she look like she’s given up? Her face isn’t glowing. My mate looked in pain here. Her eyes aren’t shining. I saw something.

Bruises.

 A slight cut on her lip and discoloration on her neck. Those have to be real. I scrolled down onto the comments section, many commented on how good her special effect makeup was that complemented the dance, others stated huge concern about her safety. Those aren’t fake. Humans are so f*****g ignorant and blunt. I know a real injury when I see one, especially when its everywhere in my Argo pack. She hid the difficulty to move because of the bruising and injury so well others would have turned a blind eye.  To be f*****g honest, I applaud her to mask it so well for her dance video. But that crossed my line.

I then saw the following video a couple of uploads after, calming down the rising concern of her safety. Her smile is so rehearsed. Those tired eyes spoke something else, yet commentators said nothing but accepted her “explanation” face value.

I immediately looked further into her biography.

“Mia. Mia Anderson”.

So beautiful. Such a beautiful name. it rolled out like honey on my tongue. Her father is Jack Anderson. A well-built man with a commanding aura of respect standing beside her in a collation of photos. His face beaming with pride in a photo of them from paparazzi at a celebrity event. She wore modestly, but classy in its own way. She’s 18, well-known choreographer and dance director for many celebrity music videos. Her own master class has dozens of students. I’m sure her father is in the commander line in the Gyrestone pack army, recalling memories of having seen him in action to fend of rouges.

I know my pack is notoriously known to be savages ever since my uncle took the position of the Alpha of the back. Hence, I don’t know why the f**k does Gyrestone wants to make an alliance with us. But at least it’s keeping the women in our pack safe which I’m inwardly thankful for.

“Something doesn’t add up, Luke. Her reaction at the hill definitely speaks something else compared to those photos of her smiling.”

“I know.”

Everyone thought her smile was genuine. It is in a couple of photos. Especially with her father. But those micro pixels of skin discoloration on other photos of her alone speaks something else. Her eyes were less vibrant in those photos with fake smiles. It's almost too perfect.

 agitated and restless, I got out of bed, changed into a black v neck t-shirt and sweat pants. Grabbed my keys and drove off.

I need to find her again. I need to go back to that hill and ask her.

I need to know my mate is safe.