Fated Mates: The Fae

Leif: Chapter Two

Leif

I hated this place. No, the people. No. Both. I hated this place and the people in it. I hated having to hear how things were done and how to do them. I was born as the wrong supernatural.

A vampire would have been nice. Maybe. Or a bear. Hell, a Siren sounded better than being born Fae. At least they were left well enough alone. A wolf sounded okay, but only because my on-again off-again boyfriend was one. But not their rules against same-s*x couples. I didn't like that. So...a siren. Yeah. I'm sure as mysterious as they were, they would be a hell of a lot better than being Fae.

Living out on the ocean with little to no people around sounded nice. I wondered what their policy was on mating. I knew that they were prone to mate humans more often than not because males were harder to bake than females.

But...imagine the amount of p*ssy I could get if I was one. F*ck. And who wouldn't want to sing little songs to make people go nuts for you? Sh*t. Never mind. I wasn't big on singing. But...maybe I would be if I were a siren.

I sigh as I go through the nine-inch packet full of eligible Fae women feeling disgusted. They were ordered from most powerful to least according to region and then there were graphs and s**t with names in the back of each region compared to me.

Like I gave a flying f*ck what element each woman was most powerful at and how she compared to me. I didn't want to choose women as if I were choosing from a fast food menu. I have always felt like the Fae were living in the past or something.

But it wasn't like it was going to change anything just because little ol' me didn't like it. So I went through my packet and looked at all of the beautiful women. I glance over at Ronan's seat and feel my stomach pinch.

Since I was eleven I knew I loved Ronan. Or fell in love with him. Either way, I knew that I loved him and wanted him as more than just a friend. But as Fae, I knew that our love had an expiration date. Which is why he and I never evolved into anything serious. Even though at times it felt like that, I knew it wasn't. I knew at one point he would find his fated and rule over his pack of wolves with that devastatingly hot best friend of his and I would marry some girl that I had no interest in and probably never would.

It was a hard, bitter pill to swallow. So we screwed around, not literally, and left it at that.

"Dude, she's hot and she's powerful." Hart, my other friend pointed over my shoulder at the profile I was ignoring. I glanced down at the profile of an ice-blonde girl from the Grand Canyon region and grimaced.

"Yeah." I agreed and flipped her page. Hart had a full list of women he wanted from all five regions according to his power rank while I had nothing written on my page.

It wasn't like I wasn't interested in women. I was. But when you live in a place where the women your age have to remain virgins until they marry, it kind of puts a damper on things. So of course most Fae males were bi-s****l. We liked to be with both women and men. My experience with women was minimal. I had only been with one woman and she...well she f*cked up a lot of things when she ran off with her Peruvian mate and left Ronan and me high and dry.

I had tried to hit on the wolf women when I would visit Ronan at his pack, but they were just as prejudiced against Fae as Fae were against wolves.

So that didn't ever pan out. And Ronan, I knew, was in the same boat as me. We. of course, had kissed other girls, including some in this very room. But never anything else.

Amethyst had been both of our first kiss just three years ago when we were fifteen. She liked to pretend she was Ivy Hightower's little minion, but I knew she was interested in Ronan. A lot of girls were.

But no one would do anything about it. It had been a close call when Amethyst kissed us. It was okay with me because I was Fae, but Ronan would have been in so much trouble if we had been caught. Which almost happened by Mr. Green, behind the bleachers of the football field.

Ronan had fled just as he showed up, having heard him coming with his wolfy senses, and left Amethyst and me to get lectured on the consequences of having relations before marriage and then slapped us with after-school detention for the f*ck of it.

"So," Hart said quietly as he leaned over my shoulder and breathed heavily in my ear. "Are you choosing Ivy?"

I snort and shake my head. "F*ck no."

I went back to her profile on my packet and showed him the mustache and goatee I drew on her picture. I finished it off then with a couple of horns and he giggled like a little school girl.

"It's f*cked up Ronan can't choose." He said after he was done having his chuckles. My stomach tightened at the mention of his name and I shrugged. I was happy he didn't have to. I wouldn't admit it to anyone, but it meant that he would have to wait until his fated was found and she could be literally anywhere around the world, so...it could give us a little more time to be with each other if we wanted.

Which I did. Yes, I had to choose. And yes in about a year, I would be married. But...it didn't mean I had to be faithful. I just had to impregnate my wife and then I could do whatever I wanted with whomever I wanted. It was frowned upon but not illegal, thank the Gods.

"Ronan wouldn't want to choose anyway. He wants his fated."

Hart scoffs and rolls his eyes. Most Fae were told from an early age that fated mates were for fantasies and for us to stick with reality. When fated pairs happened around here, it was rejection city all the way.

It was sad. "That's dumb."

I shrug and pretend to look at my packet so he'll leave me alone.

Green wanted us to have at least twenty names by the end of the period so I went to the back of each region and wrote the lowest-ranking women down on my page without even looking at them. I didn't care.

I wasn't going to get attached to any of them anyway and it was my little 'f*ck you' to the High Fae that wanted more powerful Fae.

They couldn't make me choose anyone I didn't want, so there was that.

When I handed in my page for Green's inspection at the end of the day he frowned up at me and shook his head slowly. I smiled and shrugged before I made my way out to the parking lot.

Ronan sat on the hood of my car with his sketchbook laid over his lap. My heart stuttered in my chest as I studied his sculpted chin and the way his teeth dug into his full bottom lip as he concentrated on his sketch.

He looked up and his piercing green eyes trapped me. I swallowed hard and putted my chin as I walked to him.

"You been here the whole time?"

He grins and my heart sputters. His grin widens and I know he can my heart performing calisthenics in my chest. I hated his little abilities sometimes.

"No. I went home and got some food then came back to pick you up."

I grin and wiggled my eyebrows at him and he snorts as he slide off the hood and closes his sketchbook.

"You want to pick me up?"

He moves closer to me and my breath hitches. He had wide shoulders and bulked to the max. I can feel his muscular chest against mine, his piercings scraping against my chest. I swallow hard as I feel all of the blood rush to my c*ck.

"Always." He leans down, his eyes hooded with lust. He brushes his lips against mine, his breath minty and fresh.

"Ew. Get a room. No one wants to see beastiality in the flesh."

I close my eyes and turn to glare at Ivy as she walks by with her little minions at her beck and call.

"F*ck off Ivy. You're just jealous because you can't get anyone to even look at you. Admit that you want Ronan already instead of playing these school yard bully games of yours. "

Her tiny, heart shaped face screw up with anger and she wrinkles her nose.

"It would be a cold day in hell when I'd ever want someone like him. C'mon and lets leave the mongrel to his business."

I growl, having gotten the habit from Ronan, and send thick mud to the back if her head. I grin as it splatters in her hair and all over the back of her white dress.

Ronan snorts and backs away from the scene and into the passenger seat of the car. Ivy turns with a shriek and sends a fireball my way. I evaporate it with a wave if my hand and laugh as she continues to send more my way.

I continue to evaporate every single one without effort and laugh as she begins shrieking again.

Green runs out of the building and sighs heavily as she sends another fireball my way. This time I don't block it on purpose and let it singe my arm.

I wince then smirk when Green steps in front of her as she gasps at being caught. "Miss Hightower, detention. Now."

She sputters and points at me, but I grab my arm and hiss.

"Leif, minus points for not defending yourself properly. Go."

I nod and then when he turns his back, I point and laugh at her silently. She glares at me with her hard, purple eyes and flips me off before following Green back into the building.

When I get into the car, Ronan is grinning from ear to ear chuckling. "Dude, that was awesome. Did you see her face?"

I feel the little part of my brain get the fuzzies at seeing him so happy and nod.

"Yeah, I got docked points but it was totally worth it."

He laughs again and I bathe in the sound. I drive us home and once there, I pull him against me by his skin-tighy black shirt and kiss him hard.

He groans as he places his hands on my face, his tongue dancing against mine hungrily. My c*ck hardens at the sound and I back him up against the door and press my body to his.

Someone clears their throat and I pull away quickly and turn around.

My mom is standing in the kitchen with her apron on and a small smile. "Hi. I just wanted to announce myself before anything else happened."

Ronan chuckles and pulls away from me and walks over to my mom. "It smells good, Momma D. What are you cooking up for us?"

She blushes and rolls her eyes as he blinks closer and pecks her on her cheek. The asshole was a notorious flirt with the older women in his life but I knew it was all for show.

"It's a chicken and broccoli rice casserole."

Ronan groans which doesn't help deflate the boner pressing up against my jeans, so I move to the bar and sit so my poor momma doesn't have to see it.

"Thank you. You're the best. I swear, one of these days I'll steal you away from Reggie. He won't even see it coming."

She giggles at his dumb ass and I roll my eyes.

"Ronan, hush. Go sit and I'll feed you two and get out of your hair."

He complies and sits next to me, placing a hand on my upper thigh. I swallow hard as he chats with my mom and rubs my thigh like the asshole he is.

By the time my mom leaves, my d**k is throbbing with need and I punch his arm hard. "Asshole."

"Not yet, baby. But soon." He smirks at me and I shake my head at the little phrase we would say to each other after we called eachother that word.

Soon. That gave me hope for the future with him despite all of the other sh*t being thrown our way.