Love Impossible: My Royal Mates

Hannah POV I was doodling in my notebook, only half listening to Mrs. Laundry. She was an ancient lady whose voice warbled in a monotone way. Her gray hair was a mess on top of her head, and her glasses did nothing to help her lack of vision. I felt a poke on my shoulder and half turned to see Chad Halligan, a fellow senior. "Nice dragon, can you draw me one?" He pointed at my notebook where I had been drawing dragons flowing between my notes. I quirked an eyebrow at him in response, and he grinned. His grin was disarming. He was captain of the football team, so he was a cliche popular kid. However, he was a nice guy and did not have the attitude that typically came with being a jock. "Please, Hannah? I'd love to hang one in my locker." He widened his blue eyes to mimic a puppy begging for treats. The look was ruined by a lock of dirty blonde hair falling in his face. I smirked, "Sure," I said, and turned back around. Turning a new page, I started a new dragon. I thought of the dream I kept having about a dragon with blue/green scales flying above Xander's house but crashing in the woods between his house and mom's. I drew him flying close to the tops of trees, his great wings outstretched, smoke streaming from his nostrils. He was glorious in my dream. I imagine seeing a dragon in real life would be an epic experience. The bell rang as I finished up the last of his shading and tore the page from my notebook before handing it to Chad. The excitement in his face was obvious. "Hannah, this is awesome! Thanks so much!" He nudged my shoulder before gently placing the picture between some pages in a textbook. "How did you get so good at drawing?" He asked as he shouldered his bookbag, and we began to walk out of the room. I shrugged, "I just always draw, I guess practice makes perfect." "Well, if I could draw half as well as you, I would want to do something artsy after graduation." Ah, graduation, the topic of conversation all junior and senior students talk about. I hated thinking about graduation. I had no idea if I wanted to go to college or trade school. I had no real ambitious career goals. My classmates were all excited about putting in college applications and preparing for that next step in our lives. Unfortunately, after nearly dying at Daemon Mortimer's hands and watching him kill my mother, my life goals have taken a serious turn. Lord Mortimer, self-proclaimed king of the vampires, was holding me hostage without me realizing just to use my blood as a sacrifice to bring his dead wife back to life. Not only did he intend on using me for a sacrifice, he stole my stepdad's body and turned it into a puppet. The puppet is how he killed my mom, and I begged him to bring her back. Unfortunately, in order to bring her back, he turned her into a vampire. Fortunately, he was distracted from torturing Mom's mate, Xander, that he accidently gave Mom all his abilities on top of becoming a vampire. She was able to "kung fu" fight him to the death, and now she is in charge of his clan. So my mom has been traveling and meeting with all these supernatural councils, while I am stuck back in this small-ass boring town of Iowa, trying to finish my senior year so I can just graduate from high school. I want to travel with my mom to meet all these new supernatural beings. Heck, I would love to be one like my mom. I get it she didn't have a choice in the matter, but her being mated to not only an Alpha wolf but also a werebear means she was destined to be in this world. If she was destined for it, surely I was too. Chad's fingers snapping in front of my face brought me back to our conversation. "Sorry," I mumbled, "Distracted." His charming grin flashed at me again. Before he could respond, something hit my back, and I stumbled forward. Chad reached out to steady me, and I felt my face flush. "Hey, Chad," a group of football players surrounded us. The boy speaking was Mike Dawson, another football starter, another jock. His dark hair and brown eyes were opposite to Chad's fair features. He was slightly taller than Chad also, but he was not nearly as nice as Chad. His leering gaze started from my head and traveled down my body, appraising me. His eyes eventually traveled back up but stopped at my chest. I felt a sudden urge to cover myself in a marshmallow outfit, or an inflatable dinosaur, anything that would keep him from seeing any of my curves. "I didn't know you and Hannah were friends. Is she going to go to this weekend's party?" The slight flush in Chad's face indicated his discomfort, but he said, "I haven't asked her." Mike's eyes lit up, "Ah brother, if you don't mind, I may ask the pretty lady to allow me to escort her." Chad's eyes narrowed, but he kept his mouth shut, and Mike took the silence as permission. I, however, held up my hand, stopping Mike from speaking. "I'll save you some trouble, I have plans." I gave Chad a small smile and addressed him, "I'll see you later, Chad." With that, I turned and left the group of boys. I could feel the hot stares follow me as I forced myself to walk nonchalantly down the hall and around the corner out of their sight. The group of boys were heckling both Chad and Mike about getting nowhere with the "weird Hannah girl." I honestly had no desire to go out with anyone from my class. The last person I thought I was dating ended up being a centuries-old vampire who had glamoured himself to look like a teenager. He was just using me, and while I was pretty certain these boys were just human, I knew they also only wanted to use me. The male gender did not consider me as a person most days. Today's conversation with Chad was the nicest I had ever been treated by the opposite s*x, without any obvious signs of malice. I still didn't trust him, I didn't trust anyone. Not for the first time since my step-dad's death, I felt truly and utterly alone. My mom is great and all, and her mates and their family are cool, but I do not fit in with the supernatural world. I obviously do not fit in with the human world. Where do I belong?