The Broken Werewolves: The Human Mate (LGBT)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Marcus Pierce

This is my first day in Northern High School.

To be honest, this is the first time that I've enrolled myself in a different school – not the school of my pack. This is risky, I know that. But I'm pretty sure there will be lots of werewolves here as well. Sooner or later, I'll be needing to talk to the Alpha of this land I'm stepping on. Today I'm wearing a white button-up shirt, the sleeves are short and are a color of wine; I'm matching it with ripped jeans and a black Converse.

My hairstyle is different this time – my blond hair is laid back, they are not my usual hairstyle. Before going into Northern High School, I made sure to look good because there's a ninety-nine percent that I'm going to see my mate, considering that he attends to this school, thus the reason why I enrolled myself. Last night I have set my alarm to the earliest time possible for me to wake up, which was 4:30 in the morning. Though the class starts at 8 in the morning, I wanted to have a lot of time to groom myself and make myself very presentable when I meet my mate. Though there's nothing really much to change about me (I'm not bragging!), I want to look as best as I can, as best as he has ever seen in his whole life.

When we meet (yes, it's inevitable), he'd feel something towards me. My mate may be confused about it, but eventually he'd feel the pull, the pull of love. I'm not sure how he's going to take it. But there are things I hope for now: when he recognizes me, feels something immediately for me upon seeing me, I wish that he'd take it as smooth as possible. I understand that this will scare him because for one, he has been straight man since birth; and second, he has been into girls since he became aware of his surroundings. I also hope that he would let me help him, whatever he's dealing with. This is going to be hard because he really feels in love with his current girlfriend right now (who I assume he has been dating for quite some time now). My mate has become attached to his girlfriend, to the point of them being inseparable. Whether he likes it or not, I'm going to help him with the best that I can.

My mate may hate me for a while, but I will never give up on him. I will never let that girl take my mate away. I know that I'm being selfish, that I'm being unreasonable, but he's my mate; the Good Goddess has assigned him to me, to be mine, and I to be his. His girlfriend can say what she wants to say but I will never ever give up. I will make my mate understand that he belongs to me and only to me and I belong to him and only to him.

Stepping into the hallway, all eyes are already on me as I walk casually, wanting anything but big attention. When I take a sniff of my surroundings, I'm right; there are other werewolves here, and I'm sure that they can smell me as well. Of course they are already thinking that I have come here to take over their land or something. When I see one, that's the time I'll deal with it. For now, my focus and attention are saved for only one person, and that's my mate. No one else.

As expected the school that I've attended is the typical one – girls, who I assume to be in the cheerleading squad team, are eyeing me like I'm a piece of meat (I am, though. It's just that I'm the type of meat that cares deeply for people and I remain anything but jerk. That was before though) but I ignore them. The only one who's worth my attention would be my mate. If I hadn't met my mate, I would still be flirting with the girls I see. But now that I have found him, I find that even staring at them would make me feel like I'm cheating and being a devoted little piece of s**t.

One girl with the blonde hair, her hair spilling down her shoulders in an elegant manner, walks towards my direction. She's wearing a pink crop top with the statement I am the Bad b***h, and then there's a heart sign after the b***h word. She matches her shirt with black leggings, the one that shows her curves and the thinness of her legs. Whatever she wears, she looks like a skunk to me now. Staring at her really hurts my eyes.

Her grey eyes, with flecks of golds and small specks of green around the orb, meet mine and the way she walks, her hips are swinging. She gives me a winner smile, the one that she assumes look attractive (when it isn't, really), as she approaches me.

The moment our eyes meet, I know that she's nothing but trouble. The more people I know, the more this becomes risky. The blonde haired girl's lips are painted with fuchsia pink, layered with lip gloss just to make it glisten and hot and attractive. What it does is only to make it glisten. At least for me, though.

When I'm within reach, her arm shoots forward and her fingers reach the hem of the sleeve of my shirt, tugging it. I turn to look at her, arching a brow. Then her fingers run down across the skin of my arm down to my hand while keeping her gaze at me. The girl slips her fingers into mine and I let out a low growl, wiggling my hand, hoping that it would detach. It does. Her fingers slip out of mine and the girl lets out a smirk, winking in my direction and I shiver because of how disgusting she is.

If she's looking for a quick f**k, then I'm not the right person to bother.

"Hey, you seem lost," she purrs, leaning down just so she can let me see her almost popping out breast. The girl begins to twist a strand of her hair using her index finger, pushing her left hip sideward, attempting to look seductive as well. Her friends' eyes are trained now on us, as well as the others. They seem like the type of person who likes dramas. "I can be your personal tour guide." That isn't seductive at all. When the words spilled out of her mouth, I feel like there's a poison in it. Though she tried to make it as seductive as possible.

My wolf Kyros growls loud in my head, almost letting out a bark as he stares menacingly at the girl in front of us. If I let Kyros out, he would surely tear this girl in pieces, limbs after limbs. And I'm sure that this school doesn't promote violence and would like not to see blood splattered across the newly cleaned floor. Kyros doesn't like anyone touching us but our mate only. With the exceptions of my friends, of course.

I am not lost. In fact I still remember this place like I've known this for years now, as if I've been walking on the same hallway ever since. When I was still here, I made sure to remember everything; they are still here in my head, remembering every detail, every room, every place vividly.

Without anyone guiding me or giving me a tour, I can go to a place I want without getting lost. So this girl in front of me can f**k off and mind her own business. I'm not interested at her, only disgusted.

"I'm not lost," I tell her truthfully, shrugging and walking past her. She reaches for my arm, her dirty fingers curling around my forearm and I growl, glaring at her. She flips her blonde hair to the side, giving me a smile and I roll my eyes at her. "Can you please f**k off and leave me alone?" I say, running out of patience. I swear I'm going to need a lot of patience, hundred tanks of patience at least, so I can survive while I'm here in this goddamn school.

That obviously sets her off. She rolls her eyes at me, stomping her foot like a little kid out of irritation (really, she has the nerve to be irritated? I should be the one who should be irritated), then gives me a death glare. "Asshole," she yells at me, turning to look at her friends then back at me. "I only wanted to know what your name is, but considering that you're an asshole, ohmigod, please f**k off."

If I hadn't have any self-control at all, my arms would have already shot forward and my hands would have already curled around her throat. But being the gentleman I am, I only let out a smile and put my arms behind my back. "Will gladly do so. And for your information, you don't need to know anything about me and neither should I know anything about you. Let's keep it that way because you're not interesting at all."

Everyone laughs as they watch the girl in front of me yell at the top of her lungs, stomping her foot on the ground. I let out a chuckle, shaking my head, amused at this girl in front of me. Her friends are already giving me their death glares, and I'm not least bit scared at all. They look like a little midgets scaring a big bad wolf.

"Nobody messes with me! Nobody!" she screams.

Shaking my head at her, I begin to walk forward when I see her friends gathering around her. Some brown haired girl, one of the skunk's friend, throws me a glare and I sneer at her, winking at her direction and she rolls her eyes at me, turning to tend to her mocked friend. If she had just minded her own business then this wouldn't have happened. God, how i***t humans can be?

Her statement sounds like a threat already, but I'm a werewolf, and she's just a mere human. What could possibly a human do to a werewolf like me? Plus, I wouldn't be staying much longer here. My only goal is to take my mate away, to claim him as mine, and I'm going to do that in a short period of time. How? I don't know. I have yet to meet him, to get to know him more. And once I know him better, that's the time I'm going to make a plan just to make him fall for me deeper.

I have already gotten my assessment paper, listed on are my schedules. The room number is also indicated beside the subject name, so I hastily head to the first subject as the warning bell will ring any sooner now. It only takes a few minutes for me to reach the room – just a right turn, left turn, go upstairs, and walk straight forward until you see the silvery plate number glued on the dark brown sliding door. When I enter the room, a few students are already there, seated on their chosen seats while they are talking to their friends. They eye me, but never give me any more attention.

Then I smell my mate's scent, indicating that he's near and coming... this way, here in this room. Something bubbles up inside me – excitement. I immediately feel a grin tugging into my lips. I'm more than excited to see and meet my mate personally. His smell is intoxicating, and I want nothing but to bury my nose into his neck, into whatever parts of his body, and stay there and I will never ever get tired of it.

The sliding door opens, and then there he is, looking good, wearing just a plain light blue V-neck shirt, his hair already dyed black, which looks even good on him. And God, his eyes, his f*****g mesmerizing and adorable and perfect chocolate brown eyes, they are so much brighter, much happier now.

He looks my way, our eyes meeting, and my heart stops for a while as a smile creeps into his lips.