His Cursed Mate!

Sparring with the Beta

~Jazabell ~

I jump away from Anthony, my brothers' Beta, as he takes a swing at me, but I smile and move out of his way, dodging his fists and kicks. He quickly shifts into his wolf, but I jump up and kick away from the beta wolf.

The dark chocolate brown wolf quickly turned to face me. Snapping his jaws viciously at my face. I crouched into a non-threatening position and put my hands in front of him, never losing focus on the danger in front of me.

Vic bares his razor sharp teeth and snaps his jaws and tries to pin me to the ground with his massive paws, but I grab him by the scruff of his muzzle and pull hard while I flip myself in the air again and kick the back of his head, causing him to growl angrily at me. It makes me want to laugh because it pisses him off to no end when I do that! He quickly shifts back and charges at me at full speed. Anthony is a good fighter, strong and focused. He never loses sight of me, but I’m slightly faster to his dismay.

His fists are fast and swift. Dad and Stark should be proud. I'm almost wounded, but we’ve been training together since we potty trained. We’re at the point where I know all his moves and skills and he knew mine as well, but he resented me for it. s**t, I could challenge him for his position if I really wanted to and I know I’d win, but being my brother's lap dog isn’t something that I look forward to. Besides, I'm an Alpha and I wouldn't submit to my brother even if he was born two minutes before me.

They can keep their rank. I knew I was worthy of every single one of them, but I didn’t know where my place was, where I fit in the world or the pack? I was always the odd ball, but some deep part of me knew I was missing something and being a ranked wolf when my brother takes over is not one of the things I dreamed about.

Call it woman’s intuition, but my place wasn’t in the pack. There was something I needed to do that I had yet to fulfill that much I was certain of.

I shifted my focus back to the task at hand and to the wolf in front of me. He was more than ready to stop our sparring session. He was growing antsy at my antics and he had a date with his mate that he'd clearly forgotten about.

But he had to learn. He wouldn’t be a good Beta to my brother if he couldn’t control his emotions. I seemed to bring out the cockiness and competitive nature in them. No wolf would be useful in any battle if they couldn't control their rage. They had to work together, wolf and man, as one complete entity.

That’s the bond I envied. Every single one of them loved their wolf counterparts and the wolf loved them in return. I couldn’t understand why my wolf hated me enough to shut me out and only shifted when she wanted, which was rare, and then I had no memory apart from the shredded clothes I woke up in.

I craved that connection and to feel the wind in my wolf's fur, to be on all fours and hunt, but I felt unworthy of it and her. Our communication was nonexistent. I may as well just be human, since I lacked my wolf counterpart, but I didn't need her to be strong and fast.

But once again, back to the wolf at hand. Anthony is actually one of the fastest wolves that can shift back and forth at an alarming speed, a skill very few Alpha's are able to master due to how fierce and protective they were in their wolf forms, but Anthony came from a line of Betas and they had to be just as strong as their Alpha, but he’s known to claw you when he’s close and, for once in a long time, I miss a block and his claw grazes down the side of my cheek. Blood dripping fast down my face, his nose twitches from the scent of my blood and he suddenly stops and shifts back.

“Jaz, you good? I’m sorry, we thought you would block it.” He says, placing my head between his large hands. Looking for anymore marks on my face.

I gave him a nod and wiped the blood on my t-shirt. “I’m good,” I said and shook it off. It wasn't his fault. I lost focus.

The claw marks healed just as quickly. “We’ve been at this for six hours straight. I need a break.” he huffs and lays down and freshly cut grass.

I shook my head at him. “Maybe, I’ll just ask your Alpha if he wants to spar with me.”

He looked up at me with tired eyes. “Jaz, you need a break. Besides, you don’t want your parents to worry about you over doing it.” That was code for you lack a wolf and your endurance isn't up to par with ours, but little did they all know that I could beat their times on mile runs and the agility course. I've done it from the moment I knew I was faster.

I rolled my eyes and joined him on the grass. “See, I’m resting,” I said as I giggled beside him. Anthony was like another brother. I love him in the way that I loved my twin, but Stark had a duty to our father and the pack and had to know the ins and outs of what it was like being an Alpha.

Anthony grunts. “Don’t you have girly s**t to do? Besides being outside kicking all our asses?” If he only knew I didn't do girly s**t. I wasn't like my girlfriends Vera or Itzel and Amira, even Sophie. I lacked feminism.

I threw my head back, looking up at the clouds and laughed. “Who me, please, that was just a warm up, but if you must know. No, there's no time for girly shit.” I sighed,

But I could feel something coming. Whatever it was. The dreams that haunt me. It’s like they’re trying to tell me something. Something I forgot or I needed to remember.

I feel the chill that runs throughout my body. I won’t cower in fear that much, I know. I turned my face to look at Anthony. “ You're an excellent warrior T, you should be proud, you took me down.” I said, punching his leg playfully.

He grunts and looks back at me. “Pfft, yeah right. You can’t call that a take down. I clawed you and you stopped. It’s not the same thing. You know your ass had to be on the floor.”

“But you still got me,” I said with a shrug. That was enough.

Then I remembered. “Hey, didn’t you have a thing with Clair today?”

Anthony spaced out until I mentioned his mate. “Hmm? Wait what? What time is it?” I took out my phone. “It’s passed three.”

“s**t, s**t, s**t, she’s going to kill me.” He says while picking up his duffel bag and stuffing weapons and his shoes in it.

I smile. Because she wouldn’t be mad at him. She’s too sweet on him for that. “Just tell her you were busy kicking my ass.” I said as I threw him his phone and he ran towards the field-house.

I pick up my stuff as well and stuff my hoodie into it when a scent hits me like a ton of bricks. My heart pounds in my chest and the back of my neck prickles with extreme awareness as I inhale it slowly. It sooths my body in a way I can't describe, but it’s sweet like an apple orchard and my wolf whispers something incoherently.

But the scent is strong and it makes me tingle all over. Even without the bond with my wolf, I know what that means. I've been around a lot of mated wolves all my life and that only means one thing.

"Mate," I whispered out to nature.

I looked around and didn't really see anything. Other than my mates scent nothing. It smells like pine and forest and grass. The scents of flowers hit my nose, but other than that, nothing alarming. I didn't have enough time to go on the hunt for the scent because right when I ran to the edge of the protected boarder-

The bell rings.

I checked the time and saw it was time to get inside and get ready for dinner.

Well, you know how it goes. If it's meant to be, it will be. I just hoped I'd meet him eventually.

With a heaviness in my heart I sigh and let it go for now, even though that part of me tugs to go look for him, but maybe it wasn't time. I zip up my bag and made my way back inside the Academy's walls.