How To Lure My Omega Mate

Two

POV: Adan Bradford

For reasons best known to her, she had just walked out, seething with anger, and I knew better than to stop an angry wolf, lest it takes its anger out on me.

Why did I even care? She was just a loser like my friends and I always called her. Her father had been a traitor to the pack, and no one had seen him since he escaped execution. Her mother, on the other hand, was mentally unstable, and no one ever wanted her around. As for her, she was an only child and an Omega, who no one gave two f***s about.

She was always reading, and I don’t think she partook in any other activity apart from reading. She always had on big glasses, and I knew for a fact that she would be as blind as a bat without them. Many a time, I had been tempted to knock them off her face, and make a video of her while she stumbled and tried to find her path in the hallway. Sure, it was going to be hilarious, but contrary to public opinion, I was a better man than that.

She had long blonde hair, which she always wore in pigtails, and it always appeared to be tangled. None of her clothes were her size; they were hand-me-downs she usually picked when there was a donation in the pack, and as for her shoes, they were old and worn out.

I was the direct opposite of her. I came from a noble and respectable family, had been spoiled and pampered my entire life, and had the most expensive clothing and jewelry. I could practically do whatever I wanted and get away with it, and I was the imagination of every young girl, but the only one I ever paid the slightest attention to was the one who obviously hated me; Calla Harlow.

I didn’t know why, but I just liked getting on her nerves and watching her boil with rage. I enjoyed seeing her angry, and teasing her was one of the reasons I came to school even when I was going to be sleeping in class the whole day. There was just something about her that I couldn’t fathom.

However, since she was turning seventeen soon, she was definitely going to find her mate, and if he didn’t reject her, I’d lose the right to keep making fun of her and making her feel enraged all the time. The moon goddess made mistakes at times, and she could make her a mate to be a strong young werewolf, who would have my head if I said a word against Calla.

Hopefully, she wasn’t going to find her mate soon, so, I could keep doing whatever I wanted to do for her as I pleased. I had turned seventeen a month ago, and still hadn’t found my own mate, after all, so, there was no guarantee that she was going to find hers so soon.

All I wanted was a mate who was submissive to me, was always there at my beck and call, and would go to great lengths to please me just for the sake of my own pleasure. I didn’t want a hot-headed feminist or someone who would argue or go against my wishes. I wanted someone who just did as she was told, and agreed with whatever my decision was. That was exactly the kind of mate I had in mind.

There were a lot of girls to choose from, but as long as I hadn’t found myself attracted to anyone yet, it was glaring that the moon goddess had probably not selected one for me yet. She was probably looking for the best mate for me and would stop at nothing to give me my heart’s desire.

“Hey, d!ck face,” Calla's familiar voice called.

I looked up and was surprised to see her standing in front of me. I was still sitting in the class, even though most students had already left, in anticipation of the final bell for the day.

“What’s up, Caroline?” I asked.

“The ceiling,” She said, pointing at the ceiling.

“What?” I asked, not getting what she was trying to say.

“You asked what’s up. The ceiling is up, you dummy,” She replied.

I gave her a sarcastic round of applause. “When I have my revenge, remember that you started it first,” I said.

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I came here because I realized that we were going to be partners...”

“I reject it. I’m never going to be your partner,” I said.

“What?” She asked, seeming befuddled.

“You’re asking me to be your partner...as in your mate, not so?” I retorted.

She grunted, showing she was terribly frustrated. “I’d rather die than want you to be my mate. I was talking about being partners for our Biology essay and presentation. We’re supposed to be partners with whoever we sat with today, remember?” She asked, adjusting her glasses.

Again, the urge to smash her glasses came upon me, especially since she had said she preferred dying over being my mate, but I ignored it. “Yeah, I remember. What about it?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Aren’t we supposed to plan how to go about it?” She asked.

I scoffed. “Listen, Clara, here’s how this is going to go. You are obviously the smarty-pants here, so, you’re going to finish up the essay as soon as possible. Hand me a copy, and I’ll cram the introductory and concluding part of the essay, while you’ll handle the presentation of the body,” I said.

“What? This is supposed to be a group assignment,” she argued.

I smiled, as the bell went off, signaling the end of the day, and stood up, grabbing my books. “Just have it in mind that you’re doing this on behalf of the group,” I said and began to walk away.

She followed me closely behind. “No, this is unfair,” she argued.

“Life isn’t fair,” I told her, as we both left the classroom, and I came in contact with my friends, Jake and Peter.

“Hey, man,” Jake said, and we shook hands.

“What’s she doing here?” Peter asked, clearly referring to Calla.

“She’s been all over me since today. Perhaps, stalkers no longer stalk without being obvious,” I replied, and we laughed out loud.

“Today’s smoothie tastes like garbage. Want me to deposit it on your stalker to teach her a lesson?” Jake asked, waving his smoothie, so I could see it.

I laughed. “Please, do,” I said, giving him the go-ahead.

Calla quickly put the books in her hands over her face, and I wasn’t sure if that had been a smart move, seeing as the smoothie got splashed all over her books, which meant that they were going to need a thorough drying that didn’t even guarantee them ever being the same again. If it had been on her face, she’d have been able to wash it off, at least.

“What are you looking at? We have to watch that football match, have you forgotten?” Jake asked, pulling me along with them.

“I totally forgot,” I said, as I walked along with them, laughing at their dry jokes.

Before leaving, I turned around, only to see her crouched before her books which were on the floor, obviously regretting letting them get wet, as she looked at them helplessly.

Her eyes met mine, and although I felt a little bit sorry for her, it wasn’t my fault that she had made the wrong decision. She had called me a dummy, but she was obviously the dummy.

“Loser,” I mouthed, and turned away, leaving the school premises with my friends.