“I'm breaking in and shaping up,

Then checking out on the prison bus,

This is it, the apocalypse.”

, I hate parties. Especially the ones that include my parents or relatives.

Because the moment I know that there will be relatives at a party, I know what is going to go down.

But it's not like you can really turn the party offer down with it's your own birthday...

Fuck my life.

"Oh my god! OLIVIA! Is that you, honey? Holly Molly! It's been so long!" My aunty Hannah, gushed as she squeezed me in one of her bone crashing hugs.

Awww, look at you, getting demonstrations already.

"You have grown up so much!" She gushed again.

What the fuck are you talking about, woman? You literally saw me last week. And the only thing I have managed to grow is that interval is my armpit hair.

And a little bit of moustache.

So you see I am brunette. So my facial hair don't naturally blend with my skin. And being a werewolf, I have a tendency to grow body hair quicker, which annoys me to no extent.

Sometimes I wonder if my wolf ever gets jealous of the amount of hair on my skin...

"So where is your mate?" She asked, looking around.

She knows I haven't found my mate. But she still likes to ask everytime. Just to rub it in.

This little B for Bitch.

"Haven't found one yet." I whispered lowly. The disappointment and sadness clear in my tone.

I have always to find my mate. After the dreamy stories I have heard about mates, after seeing how my parents are together, after seeing my school friends fall in love so easily— it was difficult not to hope.

And I was hopeful.

I know my mate will love me. And I will love him. That's what mates are supposed to be like, right?

Right?

•°•°•

I excused myself to get a drink. Aunt Hannah's annoying questions were suffocating me.

I mean, she is not exactly a bad person. But she is way to proud about herself and her family.

Her son is at a good post in the pack army and her daughter has gone of the state to study.

Perfect, right?

Well, that's what she thinks.

In reality, her son is running an underground gang in the pack and her daughter is too busy getting high on the New York streets.

Anyhow...

I was nearing the drinks table when I decided to go with simple lemonade today. Even though it's my 18th birthday.

And you are supposed to get drunk as shit on that day, I can't be less interested.

I'd rather stay sober and remember the day, than get drunk and pass out.

Not that I feel like something memorable is gonna happen anyway.

I was a few steps away from the bar when suddenly the lights went off. I heard groans and shook my head, trying to find my way out.

Unintentionally on my way out, I banged into someone and they hissed at me. I could tell it was a man considering how strong he appeared.

Also, when I slammed into 'the person', I felt hard, iron chest instead of you know uh... Boobs.

So like, it's a guy.

Well, until the girl is flat chest like me because then, yahoo! I found my soulsister!

He hissed at me and I immediately blushed in embarrassment.

"Oh my god! I am so sor—" I gasped when my hand touched his and words lost me.

Sparks.

Sparks like never before ignited all over my body and I felt my wolf stir inside me.

I have just turned 18 so my wolf hasn't come to me yet. I haven't even shifted yet.

But within a fortnight of turning 18, you shift for the first time.

I shook my head to get rid of the unnecessary thoughts and decided to rejoice this moment.

I have found my mate! Finally!

Instinctively, my hand reached out to touch his face. I was already desperate to feel those tingles again.

When my skin touched his' again, he inhaled a sharp breathe.

I did too.

My fingers caressed his cheek and I loved the feel of his rough stubble. I wanted to see his face so bad. Why did the lights have to go off now?

I started to lean in, trying to make something out of his face when the lights came back and a part of me got happy.

I lifted my eyes up to see the warm eyes of my mate. I anticipated to see love in them. I was hoping he'd give me the same look I have seen my father give my mother his entire life.

But did I get it?

No.

All I got was an icy glare and a disgusted snark from a person I have known my entire life.

"YOU?" He bellowed in anger, his Beta voice reverberating in the hall.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to ask what was wrong. I wanted to tell him that I am his mate and that I will love him forever.

But he never gave me a chance to do so.

He pushed me away from himself so hard that my body fell backward. I fell butt first on the ground and stared at him in shock and perplexity.

His palms curled into fists as he glared at me again. "KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF ME BITCH!" He said before walking away.

The little feeling of my wolf I had got initially was long gone now and was replaced by a feeling of agony and loss.

•°•°•

After lying there in shock for a few more moments, I got up and scrambled off to my room.

Closing the door behind me, I leaned my back against it and slid down on the floor.

As the reality of the situation started sinking in, a bizzare pain in my chest started increasing.

Soon it was too much.

It was like someone is constantly stabbing your chest and you are screaming at them to not to.

I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back, screaming.

My eyes welled up with tears and one fell down, followed by another, till my face was a complete mess of water and salt.

Suddenly my entire body was exhausted and tired.

My heartached to an extent where I felt stabbing it would be less painful. I sniffed, and whimpered, slipping on the floor.

I lied there with my head on the cold marble for a good while, contemplating about what happened today.

So much for asking for a mate, right? So much for just hoping?

I guess that's how fate works then.

Happy birthday to me.

The next day was school. Of course.

This world has something against me.

First, my mate doesn't want me.

Second, I can't feel my wolf. Which makes me question whether I will even shift in a fortnight or not.

And third, my best friend is not at school.

Katherine Paxton. Also known as, the energy ball of the school and my best friend wasn't going to come today. She texted me this morning saying that she has to urgently leave for Mexico to visit her grandma and honestly, the fact that she isn't here, ticked me off.

Yeah, she is Latina. Another factor that makes her energetic as HELL. And absolutely feisty.

Also, unlike me, she's gorgeous and her accent is LIFE!

Her mate will be so happy to have her. Well, unlike mine...

I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts.

I still haven't told her about what happened on my birthday.

And this damn pain in my chest won't go away.

I sighed, slamming my locker shut.

I am not going to think about him. He obviously doesn't care about me. So why should I care about him?

I hugged my books to my chest and walked while looking at the floor.

I didn't want to look up. I might see him if I do. And I don't want to see him.

I don't want to see him because I know if I do—I'll cry.

Gosh, why am I so weak? I thought to myself when someone's arms wrapped themselves around my waist from behind and I was pulled into yet another chest.

Goddamn, so many chests.

I turned around to see my other best friend Andrew Hastings, standing there with a grin on his face.

Andrew. Also known as...

Oh wait. He is not known as anything. He is just ordinary like me.

Yay us!

"Andy!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

"Woah!" He whispered but hugged me back nonetheless.

"Where were you in the morning? I checked your locker. You weren't there." I muttered, my voice muffled by his shirt.

He started to say something but his voice was cut off by a loud growl that was heard from behind me.

I shivered in fear. The growl was authoritative.

I turned around almost immediately to see a livid looking Chance watching with black eyes and curled fists.

His eyes were zeroed on Andy's arm and my waist and he growled again when Andy pulled me closer to protect me.

At his second growl, I quickly peeled myself away from Andy and stood there awkwardly. I didn't want to create a scene.

His face turned into a satisfied one when he noticed the distance between me and Andy and soon his eyes returned to their normal colour.

With a last menacing glare at our side, he walked off, like nothing just happened.

My jaw dropped at his behavior and gasped.

Okay, what the hell?

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