Hated Mate

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Shihuku POV- three days later

It's been a while since I've gotten here. They come in every day from around noon to close to dinner time and beat me till I'm limp. I'm beyond starving and in the while I've been here I haven't had a drop of blood besides my own from being beaten.

Within those days I've gotten horribly skin and pale, I no longer fight when being beaten because I don't have the energy, and end up falling unconscious. They tried to force bread down my throat but I can't eat even if I wanted to, it hurts too much. My gums ache and bleed because of how I keep holding them in so they don't see, plus they keep elongating to find something to dig my fangs into and drink blood from.

I look down at my scarred, burn, bloody, bruised, and thin body. Tears welling in my dull and practically lifeless eyes. God I look so fucking ugly. Why do I have to be so pathetic around my mates? Why can't they just cut my head off already? I can't stand it.

The door opens and the all-too familiar set of foot steps come into the room. I suck up the welling tears and stay still, my heart rate picking up slightly as I braced myself for a beating.

"Oh birdy~" I hear the familiar voice of the dirty blonde one, Maverick, sings out, coming closer to me.

They started calling me birdy a few days ago, they said it was because I look like a pathetic bird being hung by it's wings.

"We are going to be doing something different today." He says as he crouches in front of me and lifts my chin up enough to look into his eyes. Just by looking at him I could tell he seemed a little stressed and on edge.

The brown haired male, who I learned to be Carson, walked behind me and grabbed my hair, yanking my head back so that my neck and shoulders were exposed to Maverick.

"I'm a little thirsty for some fresh blood birdy, is it okay that I drink from you? Thanks." He smiles and I give a weak whimper, but I'm too tired to fight or complain. He seems to take notice, one hand gently caressing the side of my face, almost condescendingly.

Not only will I probably die from this, but if he tastes my blood he'll instantly know I'm a fledgling. Fledglings have specific blood taste, it's more sweet and it just generally has a taste the instantly tells you it's a fledgling.

A weak whimper leaves my dry throat and all I get is a gentle "shhhh" in response.

"It'll be over before you know it." He chuckles quietly before Carson pulled my head further back and to the side so the right side of my neck was exposed.

Maverick moved closer and elongated his fangs, one hand gently moving my hair away from my neck. He moved towards my neck and just barely scraped the skin with the tips of his fangs. He slowly pierces my skin with his fangs, I give a pained whimper. I hear Carson hush me softly, gently massaging my scalp.

I slowly give in as he takes a large gulp of my blood. I instantly grow dizzy as he removes his fangs with wide eyes and a confused and scared look. My vision blurs and all I hear is distant mumbling before everything turns black.

Maverick POV

We open the door and walk into the dark and blood stained room. I instsntly hear his heart rate picking up slightly and he  tensed.

"Oh birdy~" I sing-song out as I walk over to the still male.

"We are going to be doing something different today." I say as I crouch in front of him and lift his chin up enough to look into his eyes.

Me and my mates have been horribly stressed and upset. Our mate it close and we know it, but we can't find them. It's doing s number on Rein, and me and Carson haven't been able to rest or eat as much as we used to.

Carson walked behind him and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back so that his neck and shoulders were exposed to me.

"I'm a little thirsty for some fresh blood birdy, is it okay that I drink from you? Thanks." I smiles and say, his eyes going wide and his heart going wild with terror.

A weak whimper leaves his throat and all I do is a gentle "shhhh" in response.

"It'll be over before you know it." I chuckle before Carson pulls his head further back and to the side so the right side of his neck was exposed.

I moved closer and elongated my fangs while looking in the pleading eyes of the boy. I moved towards his neck and just barely scraped the skin with the tips of my fangs in a teasing manner. I shoved my fangs into his neck as deep as they would go.

A struggled scream falls from his throat and tears slip from his eyes as O takes a large gulp of my blood.

My eyes widen and I pull away, blood dribbling from the corner of my mouth. There's no way... he's a.... fledgling?! But Rein said he was a human!

"Carson," I say as I don't look away from the almost unconscious boy. "This boy is a fledgling.." I choke out. His eyes widen.

"There's no way.. But Rein said he's human and from a human slave auction!" He exclaims. I stand up in a rich and wipe some of his blood from the corner of my mouth and put it against his lips.

"Tell me I'm wrong." I growl. I licks the blood and his eyes widen.

"Shit!" He yells and rushes to help me remove the chains from his wrists.

"No wonder he was getting so pale and thin; He hasn't had blood for four days!" I exclaim as I put one arm under the unconscious males legs and one under his back.

Me and Carson practically runs out of the room and into the kitchen where Rein sat drinking coffee. He looked at us thwn glanced at the boy and his eyebrows pitched.

"You were wrong!" I exclaim.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"He's a fledgling!" Carson yells.

"What? That's impossible, he's from the human slave auction."

"We just tasted his blood!" Carson wipes some blood from my chin and onto his thumb before putting it up to Reins' lips. He sighs but licks off the blood before his eyes also widen and he jumps up from the table.

"Shit!" He curses and takes the boy from me, raising him upright so they were chest to chest as he rushed him into the living room.

He set him on the couch and commanded Carson to get the aid kit, a packet of blood, and a warm wet wrag. Then he ordered me to get a blanket, pillow, and a change of clothes that might fit him.

We instantly ran to get the stuff before returning and helping him tend to the boy.

As Rein cleaned him up I noticed how his hands were trembling and tears streamed his face.

That's when we all felt it. The mate bond.

The mate bond makes a swelling feeling in our chest. Instantly making us feel more protected and inclined with him. I knew he was different, from the beginning I felt it, but it was faint.

He lifted the boy up as his eyes started to flutter open ever so barely and Rein removed his shirt, putting them chest to chest with the boys head on his shoulder.

"Can you hear me buddy?" He asked. We get a 'mmmm' in response.

"I'm gonna need  you to drink from me okay?" He asks.

After a while of the boy shaking his head no be finally digs his small fangs into Reins neck and at first drinks his blood heavily before slowing down and steadily suckling his blood. He almost instantly started gaining color again and we could see his injures slowly healing and barely leaving behind a scar.

He soon falls asleep and Rein removes his fangs from his neck and lifts him up, taking him up the stairs and setting him in our king sized bed with silk cream colored sheets. The bed practically consumed him as he curled into the blankets peacefully and snuggled into the warmth.

What have I done to my poor baby..