I am Daria [18+]

twelve

"No," I shook my head, "no. No," I repeated in denial.

It couldn't be. He can't be.

_I am_ a voice resonated in my mind and my head snapped to his.

My eyes were still wet and puffed from crying and I was so tired that I didn't even bother to tell him to stay out of my head, not that I even knew how he could read my mind in the first place. As far as I knew, werewolves could only mindlink each other.

My parents knew. I could tell by their faces. They watched me carefully, he did too.

He was my mate. Alpha Micah, the one who could barely spare a second to acknowledge me, was my destined soulmate, my supernatural fated love. It sounded pathetic.

"Darling, we have come to take you home," my mom said gently, steering the conversation in another direction. Another wrong direction.

"How long have you known?" I asked instead, my voice devoid of any emotion.
When my question was met with silence, I turned my head to him and looked him straight in the eyes and repeated my question. "How long. Have you known?"

He was standing there in his black clothes and unknowingly cold eyes that stared back at me with animosity. I knew it was because of the tone of voice I used with him. He wasn't used to being disrespected. Which is why I did exactly that.

He finally spoke.

"Five years."

I let the words sink in.

Five years. Five years.

He had known what I was to him for five years and never once during that time did he ever treat me like I was worthy of him.

He ignored me; belittled me at times, he made me feel inferior and unimportant when he didn't so much as look at me whenever my family met with theirs, he has made me question what the hell was wrong with me for him to act like he did and most of all, he made me feel so insecure in my own skin.

I hated him for that.

I felt fury building inside of me and my eyes slowly but surely changed colour.

"Leave," I demanded with so much venom that he took a small step back like I'd hit him.

"Darli-"

"Get. Out." I interrupted my mom, still looking him dead in the eye.

_Micah, maybe its for the best. Let her cool off a bit. You can come back later_

"No, do not come back. Ever."

Alpha Micah's eyes flashed with surprise. So did my parents'. I didn't understand why they were looking at me like they did and it made me angrier.

"You have it too," he uttered, sounding astounded yet intrigued. His voice was rough and deep, I noted.

He stepped closer and my heart spiked. No, I couldn't have him near me. "Stay back," I warned him, holding my hand up as I got on my knees on the bed.

I felt my magic rushing through my veins as he got closer to me, an imense power like I'd never felt before.

_Her eyes, Isaac!_ I heard my mom telling my father frantically. _Micah, do something!_

"She can hear you," Micah said calmly as he approached me as if I was a wild animal, ready to snap at any given moment. Technically, I was. "She's like me," he went on, all the while keeping his eyes locked with mine.