My Mate, The Greek God.

3. Wait, Isn’t That AOT Manga?

After I finished cleaning and readying myself to start the lesson, Sandra comes back into the room only to drop me the news that Adonis has left. Like, completely gone for today because something came up at his house.

I don't know why the news disappoints me. Maybe it's because I've spent so many hours in this ward that I'm beginning to feel cranky. I need to exercise, move around the packhouse, get a breath of fresh air or even go for a walk before my parents return from their journey.

"That boy is not serious about this," I tell Sandra, unable to let my disappointment pass. "He shouldn't have acted like he can take the job." I'm feeling hurtful because I hate that he didn't even acknowledge our Mate bond before he left.

How will he be able to sleep tonight? I mean, how will I be able to sleep when I'm so curious to know if he felt our Mate bond or not. I haven't told Sandra anything about how I felt. I can't just tell her that the rude Greek god is my Mate. Not today or tomorrow. I won't be able to deal with any more drama than the one on my plate.

"This is not like you, Wendy. You use to tell me not to judge too quickly. Adonis has an emergency, that's why he had to leave."

"Well people can change their mind about some things, and I'm not immune, I'm just a person."

"Mind you, you're a werewolf, you're not a person."

I roll my eyes, smiling at Sandra, "Don't bring that up." I know she's making fun of me. "I'm tired. I don't want to laugh or talk anymore."

"Okay honey, I'll just get you something to eat and come back." She says, finally leaving me alone.

About Sandra's joke. . . When I was thirteen, I use to believe that werewolves are not humans at all, that we're just a breed of cursed monsters. But that's not true.

Dad corrected me and told me that Werewolves are humans too. Just that we are a different breed of humans who are very special, and we are not cursed but blessed by the moon goddess.

I'd ask him how we, werewolves first came into existence. He said it was nature. That once upon a time, a young woman became lost in one of those thick forests that we have in California. She didn't know her way back home, and eventually became stuck in the forest until she met this wolf who ended up mating with her. She gave birth to a baby boy who became the first crossbreed human called Ashton. He lied about this one.

I realized that he faked the story only after I read the story of King Lycaon and Fortuna, sometime back around winter last year. Thanks to the internet, we can believe in what we want, we don't have to believe in the tales that our parents feed us.

I'd once asked my Dad the reason why our pack-house is located deep in a mountainous region in California, why we can't live amidst ordinary people, like in one of those fancy cities I see on Netflix.

Dad said it's because he was being rational and responsible. He can't afford to make a packhouse on a skyscraper where any werewolf will have the opportunity to go flying out through his window when their Mate rejects them. He said he was trying to limit the suicide rate among young Americans. And I think he has a point.

One thing I still don't understand is why we're not accepted as part of humanity. Like you know, most people don't even believe that we exist.

Some of the werewolf fictional novels I read on online reading apps usually claim that we can live for thousands of years. Well for your information, my grandfather didn't live for thousands of years. We are mortals too, and the only difference is that we age slowly if we keep shifting. And if we don't shift at all, we age just like every average Jack and Harry.

My friends on f******k don't know that I'm a werewolf, and even though I have a feeling that there might be other werewolves like me in our fan group, I don't dare to say it. Most of them have already chosen to believe that Werewolves only exist in fairytales, in movies, and in fictional novels.

Imagine if they can have a glance into our lives in the packhouse if they can know how much My Dad spends on Netflix subscription just so our pack members will not suffer from boredom. Because at the end of the day, nothing much differentiates our lifestyle from that of the average human.

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It's almost 10 am the time I awoke from sleep. Let me tell you something funny about my life. For safety purposes, my paranoid Father provided a personal space for me in one of the rooms in the clinic. So when I'm not in the wardroom on a dialysis machine, you can find me in the room at the far end of the clinic hallway. Either way, I'll still be in the clinic.

And one more thing to let you know is, Sandra isn't just my nurse and best friend, she's my caretaker. My Dad assigned her to be there to care for me because he and my Mom are always too busy with leadership responsibilities and peacekeeping. So technically, it's Sandra's job to take care of me.

Groaning, I stretch my arms and walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth. The mirror shows me the reflection of my untamed dirty blonde locks flying in all directions. It takes me about a minute to brush my teeth and rinse.

After I'm done, I grab my comb and start brushing my hair to soften its depressing appearance. I don't want to look like a zombie even before I die.

I hear a knock on my door, then later, Sandra's voice yelling my name, "Wendy! Wendy!"

"I'm in the bathroom," I yell back as I peep outside my bathroom door. "What is it?"

Sandra presses her hand on her chest, releasing a deep breath. "I've been calling your phone, why didn't you pick up? I thought something happened to you!" She looks very serious.

Wait? Seriously?

"I didn't hear any ringing though," I say, walking out the bathroom.

"Check your phone!"

Moving towards my bed, I take my phone from under my pillow and glance at the screen. I'm horrified to see 11 missed calls from Lucas! And 4 from Sandra.

I'm in trouble. I'll be getting an ear from Lucas for like, the whole of this year.

"I used his phone to call you, don't freak out." Hearing this clarification from Sandra makes me feel a sudden relief. "What's up with you by the way, did you even sleep at all?" She asks, looking worried.

"I did. My hair got into my eye, that's why it's red." I lie. I did not sleep well because of that idiotic Greek God who just had to be my Mate.

Wait, why am I still angry at him?

"It's 10:am. Your maths tutor is at the general ward, waiting for you."

Something in my chest moved. "Come again? That rude boy seriously came back to tutor me?"

"Stop calling him a rude boy, will you? He's not what you see in him, he's a good person, and now your tutor. Better learn to respect him."

I roll my eyes inwardly. Yeah, a good person my ass.

"I didn't eat breakfast. He will have to wait for me." I say and walk to my drawer to pick new jeans and top. One I intend to wear.

"I'm taking your breakfast to the wardroom. You will have it there." Sandra says, turning around, "And if I hear you two exchanging any bickering today, I will have to call Lucas."

My eyes widen open as I watch Sandra walking out of my room. I can't believe this!

This is blackmail!

No, this is worse than blackmail!

Feeling frustrated, I change into my blue jeans and wear a pink tank top that leaves my belly button exposed. I don't even care that I've worn this tank top ever since I was twelve, and the fact that it has become worn out.

I pick my backpack of studying materials before walking out. I shut the door of my room and proceed to the wardroom.

As soon as I enter, I find Adonis sitting on the edge of my regular bed with a book in his hands.

Wait, isn't that the Attack On Titan manga?