His Cursed Mate!

Scars!

~Jazabell~

I made my way back inside and headed straight for the girls' wing on the third floor of the main building. I really needed a shower.

Sweat dripped down my neck and I hated the itchy sticky feeling of it. I ran up the three flights of stairs and went straight to my room. It’s Friday and the halls are empty, everyone is most likely getting ready to blow off steam over the weekend or they are already out enjoying themselves. I don't blame them, sometimes I wish I could just be chill and not think about training and just enjoy being a teenager with my friends, but training was important. I don't know why, but it was a strong feeling that kept me going.

I opened my bedroom door and dropped my duffel bag by the dresser, quickly kicking off my boots and socks and went into the bathroom, waving my hand over the sensor as the fluorescent lights turned on. I leaned against the bathroom vanity and looked at my reflection and, while I didn’t look like I had just gotten back from a training session, I felt a strange unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach.

The prickle in my neck.

My black t-shirt clung to my body, but I quickly pulled it over my head and threw it in the laundry basket as I stared at the scar that started on the left side of my neck and stopped just so on the top of my right breast.

It was thin and silvery. You wouldn’t know it was there unless you really looked. Actually, my body was covered with scars. My back held the worst of them. It was in the same area on the lower right side of my back. It looked like I was stabbed a million different times in that same exact spot.

I looked at myself in disgust. How was I ever supposed to find a mate if I looked like this? I questioned everything I was taught about mates. Mates don’t judge you by your past or who you’ve been with or what you even looked like, all that disappears once you find each other and the thread of the bond snaps into place. Instant forgiveness, instant connection and love. Everything else was pretty much forgotten.

I couldn’t stand the sight of myself any longer, so with one quick movement I pushed down my panties along with my training pants from my body.

Making my way into the shower and closing the glass door behind me, letting the scorching hot water beat down on my aching muscles. I wasn’t necessarily tired, but it was also a feeling I couldn’t quite explain. A good kind of ache. When you feel like your body has accomplished something by pushing itself to its limits.

Lucky for me, dinner wasn’t for another forty-five minutes. So I had plenty of time to clean myself up and get ready and look “presentable” by Mom’s standards, tired as watching me walk in wearing training clothes.

But I couldn’t shake off the scent from earlier. I’ve never smelled anything like it. It was warm and inviting and familiar at the same time.

I’m pretty sure nobody was outside. Other than Anthony and I and for sure, Anthony didn’t smell like a snack to me. I would have known though, sensed or scented them immediately, but I couldn’t quite shake off the feeling that we were being watched somehow, which didn’t make any sense when the school was protected.

Trying to push the irritation away, I grabbed my loofa and lathered it with my favorite mango body wash and scrubbed my torso and neck of the dried blood. I washed myself one more time and then concentrated on my hair as I lathered it up with shampoo, making sure I scrubbed it well. I can see the dirty water and pieces of grass falling off. I scrubbed my scalp two more times and finished it off with a conditioner.

Hastily, I rinsed off and pulled a towel around my body, then wrapped my hair in another. Mindless of how quickly I pulled some clothes from my drawer without paying attention.

Bringing myself out of my head, I noticed I had picked out a black leather skirt, a black crop top that sat just below my flat belly and black stockings. I laughed because of my ridiculous choice of clothing, but I was sure that mother would have approved.

I lather my body with moisturizer, then quickly change and give myself a once over in the floor-length mirror. I’m not ugly persay, and please don’t think of me as vain, because that’s not sure as sh.it something I am.

My light brown hair is stick straight and falls to my belly button, I’m curvy in all the right places. Thank you wolf gene. I was five feet eight inches, not very tall for a wolf, my eyes the color of storm clouds. Ehh, I wasn’t much to look at in the looks department. I was normal by supernatural standards. I stuck out like a sore thumb while everyone around me was unnaturally gorgeous.

Before you ask yes, I have friends, the greatest of friends, but now most of them have already found their mates and a lot of them want to spend as much time together as possible when they literally had an eternity together.

Guess it’s a Mate thing.

We were in the middle of senior year. My Father the Alpha and my Mother Luna of the St John. Pack built this place for kids just like me.

Different……

You see I have a dormant gene. I’m faster than normal wolves, but not a blink of an eye fast. That came from my vampiric gene and, how you may ask, well… we have no idea how exactly it happened, but I would have to die and then drink blood to complete the transition, but I can't be sure because I have a wolf that's pretty much disconnected from me.

I should be considered an abomination…I know…how that would work with my wolf. I wouldn’t know to be honest. Would she leave me entirely? Not that it mattered, I just knew it would suck to be without her even if she ignored me most of the time, but at least I knew that she’d watch from somewhere deep in my mind.

But what could I say? I was a freak, a hybrid.

I slip my feet into my favorite black pair of Vera Wang booties and pumped a little product in my hand running my fingers through my hair so it can naturally air dry.

I looked okay. I scrunched my nose because there wasn’t a single thing that was appealing about me, nothing about me stood out. I wasn’t drop dead gorgeous or the girl next door pretty, I guess I just didn’t think too much of myself. I had one too many scars to think that someone could love something so damaged and scarred like me.

My stomach lets out a growl and I headed straight for the dining room. The halls were relatively quiet. It was Friday Night, so everyone that liked to go out and party and catch movies or whatever should be out by now. I didn't mind the silence and peacefulness.

It doesn’t go unnoticed that the student body stares. I mean, for one, I am the daughter of their Alpha and Luna, but since they are in charge of an entire small town for us kids to be kids, they prefer the term Director.

Weird, right? Once upon a time, they were one of the most feared Alpha and Luna of their time, but that’s why they built this place. So, when the time came, we could join the society of our respective faction or go wherever our Mate took us. They gave us options and I was thankful for that.

My twin Brother Stark, the future Alpha, was training to take up the mantle. I almost crossed through the French double doors when I felt my body being tugged towards another.

Her scent instantly filled my nose and lungs. Vera smelled of earth, but in a good way. Like right before, it rained with a mix of wild berries. Vera was tall and breathtakingly gorgeous. Five feet eleven inches tall and she loved wearing her stilettos, making her a little over six feet.

“Well, well, well, don’t you look mighty fine this evening,” she said. As we walk to get our trays.

I rolled my eyes. “Tell that to my mom, she says I have to look presentable for dinner. Pffft, as if she could see me.”

Vera holds up a finger. “Sophie just linked me and she says the Luna approves.” And flashes me her wicked double dimple smile. I turned to look at a camera situated on the right corner and gave it a look. Smooth Mother, I thought to myself.

“Oh god no wonder you have my brother all crazy for you.” I said.

We walked down the buffet line and added a plate of beef and broccoli, then a bowl of perfectly steamed rice, a bowl of mixed fruit and an apple and corn.

We walked to our table, the dining hall still pretty empty, and began to eat. I take a bite of my beef and broccoli as I look at her and smile.

She smirks and shyly asks. “What?”

I shook my head with a smile because Vera is anything but shy. She was my polar opposite. She was outgoing and social. She was a talking, breathing open book. She was curvy in that hour glass kind of way, her long blonde tresses fell way below her peach-shaped butt. She was, in every sense of the word, drop dead gorgeous and deadly, just like any other witch.

“Nothing, you’re just absolutely gorgeous,” I said.

She flashes me her signature double dimple smile.“So are you, but tell me. How was training with the future Beta?”

I shrugged “It was fine. I guess.”

She looks at me strangely. “What do you mean fine I guess?” Then, she took a big bite of her apple.

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, it was fine. You know it’s training. Anthony and I have been going at it since we potty trained, but I don’t know. I got a feeling and I missed a block.” I say with a shrug.

She chews her food and swallows. "What do you mean a feeling? What punch did you miss?"

I shook my head. “His claws on my cheek, I don’t know how I missed it.” I said truthfully. I was distracted or distant, maybe both. I can't say anything that I don't know for sure.

She coughs, choking on her food and grasps my chin between her index and thumb, making sure her stiletto-style nails don’t leave a scratch as her electric violet eyes glow in anger as she looks over my face.

Slowly, I move my head away from her grasp. “V I’m fine. It healed. See,” I said, pointing to my cheek. It helps that I have super healing. Guess that was a plus side.

“Besides, you can’t go around trying to murder the pack. Stark would go ape s**t and Clair is a force of nature being his mate.” Clair may be tiny for a fae, but her magic was strong and I had no doubt that Clair and Vera would cause serious damage with their magic.

Vera tsks me and wiggles her index finger at me. “Cheeky girl touché, but he’s not going to get away with this.”

“V honestly I’m good and you know what, I’m glad Anthony clawed me because next time I have to be ready for it.”

She nods in understanding. “Okay, so tell me about the feeling then?”

We talked and for a minute and then I told her. “I don’t know it was weird, it was like a pulse running up my spine. I felt like there were eyes watching me and Anthony.”

She swallows. “That is different.”

I nodded. “Right? Then I caught a scent and I’ve never smelled anything like it before.”

Her eyes light up. “What did it smell like?” She asks.

I smiled. “Like an apple orchard. Clean and crisp, but with a hint of danger, but not the kind you fear. I don’t know what I’m saying, I sound crazy.”

She took my hand in hers. She was careful that her long fingernails didn’t scratch me. “What did your wolf say?”

I shrugged because I couldn’t hear her, then I shook my head. “I don’t know she whispered something I couldn’t even hear.”

“Well that sucks.” She huffs

“Right! Oh well. You done?” I asked, pointing at our food. She nods. “ Want to go to my room and watch a movie for a bit?” She asks

“Let’s go!”

We get up and throw the scraps we left behind and put the trays in their designated spot and the dishes too. That way, they can be sanitized and cleaned by the kitchen staff.

We make our way back up to the girls' wing and the future alpha graces us with his presence. We’re walking towards Vera’s room and he, along with one of the Delta’s and Gamma’s, stop in front of us.

“Alpha” I said, and bowed my head with a smirk.

Stark rolls his eyes at me and I laugh. I move off to the side and so do the Delta and Gamma.

We watch them. Stark pulls Vera by her tiny waist flush to the front of his body and kisses her hard on the lips.

The intensity of it makes you want to look away. And look away we did. Their eyes glowed Starks, his pools of gold and Vera’s that electric violet.

He whispers into her ear. As if us werewolves wouldn’t be able to hear it, but if I weren’t lucky for you, I could read lips too. He whispers “Later.” Licks and nips her neck and walks to wherever the heck they’re going.

Vera is flustered and begins to fan her face with her hands. “Well, that was intense,” I say as she pulls me inside her room.

She shushes me and locks the door. “You have no idea,” She says, and we throw ourselves on her bed.

“What does it feel like? Being with the Alpha?”

“As intense as that kiss,” she says.

Vera is already nineteen and she’s already experienced things that I haven’t and don’t think I could do just yet.

I bit my lip and shook my head no. “No, not kissing.” Oh god how am I supposed to ask my bestie how it feels to be made love to by someone.

She looks at me for a second and then I guess she figures out what I’m trying to say. “Oh you mean s*x with Stark?” I nodded.

“Don’t give me gory details and please don’t mention his name either. It’s weird enough you’re sleeping with my twin brother.”

She gets up and kicks her heels off and I do the same. “Well, it’s pretty much like the kiss as I said. When you are together, the world disappears. You feel a pulsing heat and it’s just the most sensual experience. I’ve never been with a guy like your brother.”

Well, this is awkward. “The things he does Jaz, goddess, I don’t know what I’m going to do when we find our mates.”

I sigh. I know I was so accustomed to their relationship. They don’t usually flaunt it all over the school or show affection in front of anyone. They mostly kept it private and they’ve hid it pretty well considering they’ve been together for the last four years.

But needless to say, my heart broke for Vera. “Are you falling for him?”

“Ugh why did I agree to this?” She says.

“V? Don’t you think you should cut the cord? You know? I mean. Stark is intense as it is nevermind him being an Alpha and he’s my brother. I can’t imagine a girl like you sleeping with him.”

Not that there was anything wrong with what they were doing, but it could get messy if and when they find their mates. That’s why our bond Professor always said abstinence is important. You don’t want to do something you’ll regret once you meet your mate. It could come back and bite you in the ass. I only wanted what was best for both of them. Vera is my best friend and Stark my brother. I loved them both and I didn't want anyone to get hurt, much less their mates when they found them.

“It’s not what you think. We were supposed to be blowing off steam, but you’re absolutely right. It’s getting out of hand. I should never have slipped into bed with the Alpha.” She says and a lone tear falls from her sad violet eyes.

It’s why they tell us to wait for our Fated Mate. This is the reason, but once they find their mate, their relationship will all be forgotten.