The Lovely Walk

Meeting My Mate

Bethany's Pov: 

“Bethany! How many times did I tell you that you don’t have to practice all day with only two breaks for food or water?” My mother said coming out of the pack house. She had a stern look on her face, her hands on her hips, one hip c****d out to the side.  

I stop hitting the punching bad that swings back at you and step aside. “Mom, I’m 21 now. You don’t have to watch over me, I’m not 11 anymore.”  

“You’ll always be my responsibility though Mija.” she replies and comes over to me. She takes my face into her hands with a small smile, “Your still my baby. When I lost you and that horrible family took you from me, I could not sleep I could not do anything because I was worried about you, and I will always be worried about you for the rest of my life.”   

“But-” I start but she cuts me off. “You're my life now when you never returned, I thought that you had a good life there and everything you could possibly dream of. When you find a mate and I approve of him, then I will finally stop worrying about you, because then he can take care of you and love you the way I do and in a unique way that you deserve.”    

My eyes are filled with tears by now, one leaks out, and she casually wipes it away with a sad smile. I hug her tight and mumble “I’m sorry.” into her shirt. We stood there crying for the next 5 minutes. I finally pull away and back up, “Mama, I love you, you know that? But I could have found my mate 3 years ago and it has been three years that I still have not. I probably don’t have a mate.”    

By now there are more people coming for the next set of training sessions. The field starts to get packed, and people are whispering about the guest that arrived today from a high up pack. I strain my ears to hear but everyone is talking at once that it is hard to make out the words. 

I start stretching my muscles and then pounce on the practice dummy hitting it with all my force. I hit repeatedly putting all my anger into my punches, my anger towards the people who put my mother through pain. After five minutes of continuously hitting it, I stop and take a breather turning around to see what the class is doing.  

Tons of eyes are on me, including a handsome man with what looks like my alpha and his beta. When I meet his eyes, everything stops.  

Third Person Pov:  

Their eyes connect from across the training field. Her heart started to pound, her palms getting sweaty. Her wolf was clawing the inside of her head to let her out and to go to her mate. Her mate was an Alpha but not any Alpha, he was Alpha King. 

Things started to flash in front of her eyes. Bullying, the name calling, the punches and scratches. She broke eye contact and turned away from her mate. No one will except her for what has happened. 

She could hear people whispering behind her as she felt her mate draw closer to her. Tingles spread along her arms. As he got closer her wolf started to howl with joy and then he touched her, turning her around.