Death isn't an option

HOLYSHIT!

Chapter Two

“HOLYSHIT!”

Knox POV

I burst into my English class in a somewhat annoyed state. Last night my father, Alpha of the blood red pack, told me that he had a vision that I would find my mate soon and step up to take his position. It turned into a yelling match where I told him that I wasn’t ready, and he told me to shut up and realize that I would be ready when I found my mate. I eventually conceded, keeping my head down, and submitted to his wishes of me keeping an open mind.

As soon as I entered the school this morning, however, I smelled a scent that I knew could only be my mate. It was the scent of vanilla and apples- the most intoxicating scent I’ve ever come by. I knew without a doubt that this had to be my mate.

As I neared my first period the scent got stronger, coming from within the classroom. I burst in to see nonother than the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met, with her head buried in a textbook.

Holyshit. I’ve found her. And I must say that my father was right- I want to bite her, claim her, tie her to my bed and f**k her brains out, and make her my queen.

I look around to see multiple humans and some pack members staring at her hungrily. I can’t say I blame them. She has a perfectly symmetrical face with huge green eyes and perfectly full lips that I intend to bruise with the force of my kiss. Her brown hair falls down her shoulders in beautiful but soft waves. She is supermodel materiel, and she is mine.

I look around her for a seat, preferably one close to her, and see one open behind her. I walk gracefully to it and sit down, deeply inhaling her scent that’s like a drug to me.

I see that she’s reading a book behind her textbook, Of Mice and Men. Excellent choice by an excellent author. My girl must be smart, and have good taste.

A couple minutes later I see her turn to the boy sitting next to her and start talking to him about metaphors within the book and parallels from it to todays society. They start a heated whisper debate.

God, I have to get close to this girl. The problem is that the energy she omits is incredibly closed off, only being open to the boy she’s talking with.

“Lennie is definitely a metaphor for mental health issues in society!” She whispers. The boy next to her snickers.

“Babe, you need to stop reading so much.”

Babe? Did this d**k just call MY girl babe? Hell no. He’s gotta go.

“Ugh, f**k you, Ian.”

“When and where?”

She rolls her eyes. “Half past never.”

That’s my girl. Maybe they’re just best friends? In any case, I need to stake my claim. I pull out my phone and send a message to all the pack members I go to school with, telling them what she looks like and the fact that she’s my mate. Then I text my Beta, telling him to do some digging and find out who this goddess is.

I get a response ten minutes later. Her name is Juniper. She’s brand new in town. Lives with her best friends parents. Her family passed away five years ago. Used to have serious depression and anxiety, still struggles on occasion but not nearly as bad. She’s a nice girl. Perfect grades, perfect girl. Had a lot of friends back home. Does theatre for fun. We have all of the same classes.

The list about her goes on for a few paragraphs, and by the end of it I feel the need to hug her and never let her go. She has such a f****d up past. I wish could make all of her pain go away.

When she’s tied to my bed and orgasming repeatedly, I think she’ll forget all about it. I can’t wait to find out how loud she can scream when she comes.

The bell rings, and she gathers her things, putting them neatly in her Chanel backpack. Ian takes her hand and they start walking to second period.

Together.

Is she dating the bastard? What the f**k is going on? She’s mine!

As I stalk a few people behind her, I hear Ian talking about me.

“Did you see that f*****g Greek god that sat behind you?”

“Ian, I’m not looking for a relationship. You know that. After what Henry did I don’t think I can be with a man any time soon.”

Yes! They aren’t dating!

“Babe, that was two years ago. I get that s****l assault is traumatizing, but you have done so much work to get past it! You cant ignore it when a f*****g god is staring at you.”

“Nobody’s staring at me. I’m disgusting.”

He stops her in her tracks before pulling her into a vacant classroom. I stand by the door the hear what they’re saying.

“Juniper, don’t you dare go there. Just don’t. You are supermodel material, and if I was straight I would be all over you.”

He’s gay? Perfect! I can have her all to myself. Though I do foresee having to fight off some humans because of how drop dead sexy she is. How can she not tell that about herself?

“Ian, you have to say that. You’re my best friend.”

“No, I don’t. And either way, it’s true. Do we need to send you to a therapist?”

She stays silent.

“Wait, Juniper, please don’t tell me you’ve been making yourself throw up again?”

She stays silent.

Oh my god. My mate can’t possibly do that to herself! What the f**k?

I hear Ian sigh.

“How many times have you done it?”