Promise me

Clam

*Luke*

I walked out of the caravan Jake owned, and groggily rubbed my eyes after a long night of f*****g some chick Arron introduced, and a couple of others who either had a threesome with them or drunken out of their asses they slept on the sidewalk.

It’s been a few years since my 18th, and My wolf isn’t having it, silent in disappointment of the fuckery I do to ease down my lust. And yet I haven’t found my mate.

Arron sat there around the makeshift camp fire, knocking back water like he was parched for days with bloodshot eyes. Wow, he’s a mess.

“a long night of fun and you still woke up like you just walked the carpet”

“Go die, you said that one of them would be my mate”

“I never said they weren’t qualified, plus the one you plundered was a hot plastic moaning mess”, snickering through his groans of pain as I turned up the blaring music again so early in the morning

“Luke! You cunt turn that s**t down!”

“No ron, this is your reward for making me annoyed”

“shouldn’t I be annoyed at you?”

I glared at him, my blood beginning to boil so early in the morning.

I’m beginning to wonder if that’s healthy or not.

“Fine man, I’ll go wake Jake up. See if he’s still alive or got the clam”

He raised his hands in surrender, and slowly moved his way into the caravan.

Dreading to tell the news of another failure of finding My mate. Soon after, I heard Jake throwing a string of profanities out the window.

The entire caravan, no. the entire area smelt of disgust. Alcohol, sweat, artificial scents from those girls who sprayed a s**t ton of them on their bodies just to make them more attractive.

On the down side, they want to make me puke.

Jake dashed out, gripping his boxers and lipstick stain all over him, yelling cacophony.

“what the f**k Arron! Don’t pull down my s**t and take a photo!” Arron inched out the door and started to throw hands.

I stared into the distance, blocking out the banter and sighed. And from a distance, I see a girl.

My nose immediately flooded with scent.

A delicious, wonderful scent.

“…sun, fresh apples, vanilla, brewed tea.. middle notes… cinnamon… red bean?”

“what?” Jake asked.

Before I knew, I was pacing away from them, towards the girl who is walking up the hill. Arron yelling after me.

I have to know her.

I have to see her, touch her.

I have to claim her.

My pace turned into a jog, then a run. And I slowed as I approached her from a distance behind, the sun just about to rise, her bare back revealed towards me that was toned and slender.

She was dancing, her earphones plugged in to her own little world. Her eyes closed as her luminous black hair tied up loosely fluttered around her petite figure, following her sharp, then fluid moves of her athletic body, her stomach swaying so perfectly and bare. A body so perfect, and then the sun broke.

I swore, I couldn’t breathe and my jaw hit the ground.

The sunlight rippling across her pale yet perfect complexion, on her face that light up with a small smile, freckles that splayed across her nose like the starry milky way, highlighting her long eyelashes, her entire being, a glowing soft orange. A figure dancing to the sun, her scent radiating off her, covering the entire area until it wrapped me in warmth. It felt like home.

My wolf growled, Jumping me with a loud thunder across my mind.

“Mate!”

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*3rd pov*

“Mate!”

Mia’s eyes snapped open, and turned around feeling a strong heat that travelled across her back, and her eyes frantically scanning. Her wolf jumped in her with delight, howling with happiness

“Mate! Mate! Mia! We found our mate!”

A man.

Before Mia could even register who, she saw, Luke had sped and topped her onto the ground. Growling with a tremor that shocked her body, her skin sparked fireworks from his hands that held hers, pinning her to the ground as he loomed over her desperate and hungry, yet relief that he has found his mate.

Her eyes were shut. Dreading of her Déjà vu to reoccur again. Slowly, she opened her eyes,

Luke was stunned, those cold, soft yet lonely grey eyes that looked at her, seeing his reflection in them. Her lips parted in surprise, and sweat drenched her body in a way that looked like she was decorated with diamonds, shimmering under the light of the sun. He wanted to mark her so badly.

She looked at him. Seeing Who he is. Crystal blue eyes stared into hers, never leaving his gaze from her. A prominent nose and sharp jaws highlighted by the orange light, and tasselled dirty brown hair. A huge figure, strong and firm, soaked in the scent of cedarwood, mahogany, honey, over washed with alcohol.

Alcohol.

She began to panic.

Heaving.

Her hands spasming and shaking, and tears flooded her eyes.

“l-let go-“

Mia’s voice croaked, her face was overridden with fear and sheer horror. As Her vision began to blur and morphed Luke’s face into a black figure, Mia began to heave, her chest tightening in pain soon submerging into mindlessness.