I hate mornings.

"Dude! This is our senior year! You'll find your mate this year!" Zach, the most irritating person in the fucking universe that is my so-called best friend, said with excitement.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." I muttered and flopped down onto my bed, face first. I heard Zach let out a noise of frustration.

"Get up. You're alpha, and you're like this? God give me mercy before I beat his ass" Zach walked over to my bed and grabbed both of my ankles. I grabbed at the bed sheets to try and get away from him but his grip tightened.

"Don't you fucking dare." I seethed. I looked over my shoulder to glare at him. Zach smirked before pulled me off the bed. I landed face first on the floor and Zach cursed under his breath before running out of my room. Most definitely trying to get away from me and my grumpiness and now also my need to kill him painfully and slowly.

I got up and chased after him. I caught him by the back of his shirt and pushed him against a wall and caged him. I narrowed my eyes at him and those silver orbs widened before he tried to push me off but I didn't budge.

"Have mercy! Fucks sake Blake!" He screamed in my face and I stepped away from him and clutched my head. I glared at him and he yelped and ran away. Again.

"I told you to stop screaming in my face! It sounds like Apollo himself is having a fucking concert in my head!" I yelled and ran after him.

"Apollo is not the god of concerts Blake! There isn't even a god of concerts!"

"Fuck you!"

"You just insulted Apollo now you want to fuck me?!"

"Zachary Cain and Blake Ares Villin! Stop acting like children and get to school!" Ah, my mother. I had almost forgotten about her for a second. She wakes up early everyday just so that she's able to come over and make me breakfast.

"Zach started it!" I whined while walking into the kitchen. She looked at me with an unimpressed look.

Okay fine yes I could act like a 5 year old weakling sometimes, fuck off.

"I don't care who started it. You're finally 18 and you're going to meet your mate today. Possibly at school." She said, she'd been waiting for this day since I was born.

I've been 18 for like 5 months, thanks for noticing mother.

"But what if it's a demon? There are hundreds of demons at school" Zach chimed in once he walked into the kitchen.

"Get out, you don't live here." I said with a slight growl and pointed at the front door.

"No I don't but it's already 8:15 and school starts in 5 minutes." My moms eyes widened and she started shoving me out of the house and towards my car.

"Get to school! You're not going to be late on the first day!" She scolded and me and Zach ran to my car like we were being chased by Death, literally, Death himself.

"She's scary as fuck." Zach said once I had started driving.

"Yeah, try having her come over almost everyday to scold you" I said and Zach laughed, when I was younger my mom had always been very chill and mommy-like towards me. But that obviously changed the moment I crashed her car.

What? I had gone out and drank with Zach, the alcohol didn't do much, but the drugs? My god, I swear to god I saw a fucking unicorn in my backyard.

"Wow, 2 minutes. How fast did you drive?" Zach asked when we'd gotten to school.

"You don't wanna know." I muttered and got out of the car.

I looked at my car door when I closed it. Should I even be here? I opened the door again and got in.

"Where the fuck are you going?!" Zach yelled and started running towards the car when he saw that I was starting it. I locked the cars just in time when Zach started trying to open the door.

"You're- No! Blake seriously! Get your ass out! You're not backing out because you're scared of who your mate is!" Zach growled and I sighed. Me? Scared of my mate? I don't even fucking know who it is.

"Fine okay fine stop being such a cunt about it" I snapped and got out of the car. We were 15 minutes late. While Zach cared for his grades, I didn't. A school is just a place we're adults are hired and paid to teach teens about different topics, history, the English language, other languages, the human fucking anatomy.

"If I get detention I'm seriously peeing in your bed" Zach grumbled and I looked at him and faked a gasp, putting my hand over my chest.

"How dare you, I am your— I'd like to see you fucking try you cockroach-looking bitch. " I said and Zach stopped to look at me with a cockroach-looking bitch? What the fuck does that even mean? Look.

I shoved him away, since I didn't want him to be more late since he got distracted by literally everything. He even once got distracted by an ant. A fucking ant.

I sighed before entering my class, I guess I walked in at a bad time since the teacher, Mrs Johnson, had to stop writing on the board to glare at me.

She's a fucking bitch.

It wasn't only her that had stopped to look at me. Everyone in that fucking class was staring at me like I was some type of like diamond or something. Like come on? I get it I'm handsome, I suppose, but seriously, it's like they haven't seen a person before.

I didn't actually think I was that handsome. My black hair was, for once, pretty neat. Hair wasn't sticking out from everywhere. My eyes, I hated. My right eye was gold, like gold gold, who the fuck has gold eyes? And only one gold eye at that? No one! My left eye was fucking red. R E D. Red. Fucking red, like blood red, like really fucking blood red.

Neither of my eye colours were colours that my parents had. I was probably fucking adopted, I don't look like my parents. My eyes had bags under them, which I didn't really find flattering but whatever makes your panties drop, I guess.

The first thing people noticed about me wasn't my looks, but rather my tattoos and piercings. I had tattoos all over my arms and some on my legs which I kind of don't even remember when I got them. I had piercings in my ears, and one on my lip.

"Care to explain why you're you late Mr Villin?" Mrs Johnson asked after a long minute of staring at me, it actually felt like an eternity but guess she just hates me that much.

I stared at her and didn't answer, as I said before I don't care about my education because I already know most of the stuff they were teaching.

Mrs Johnson huffed and pointed towards an empty seat at the back of the class. I walked over and almost stopped and walked out of the room when I saw who was sitting beside the empty seat.

Declan Blackwood, of fucking course. I glared at him as sitting down next to him.

I didn't actually hate Declan. I just hated what he was, a demon. Demons and werewolves had been at war for millions of years. We'd always hated each other.

"Stop glaring at the table" Declan whispered and I growled lowly.

Declan was like me, our personalities were similar but Declan wasn't as violent as me. I envied him for that. Declan was able to control his temper and aggression while I wasn't. I wasn't able to control anything.

Before I knew it I had already started bending the desk a little. My whole mind went blank when I felt a warm hand touch mine. My whole body relaxed and my mind calmed down. I looked at Declan with wide horrified eyes. I shook his head and muttered 'no' under my breath and stood up and walked out of the classroom.

Declan was my mate.

Shit.

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