The Chosen Mate

[1] An Usual Day

*Present time*

Maya POV

Mate¹:
/meɪt/

"A destined soulmate of a werewolf who is chosen and gifted to each individual on their 18th birthday by the moon goddess "

That's what you would find on 'The Were laws' when you search it.

But it actually carries a way more deeper meaning than that.

A soulmate a.k.a our mate is our best friend, our parent, our sibling, our partner in crime, our other half.

It's someone we can share our darkest secrets with, without the fear of being judged.

Someone who will help us steal ice cream from the fridge and take all the blame in case we got caught.

A special someone who will stay awake on the other side of the phone call for our sake and listen to all of our gossips even if it's 2a.m.

Someone who eats the rose flavoured candy so that you can have the chocolate flavoured even if its their least favourite.....

Oh sorry, didn't notice you there! Before I get carried away with all this mate stuff and keep on rambling for the next two hours, let me introduce myself.

I am Mathelia Klark, but everyone calls me Maya for short. I know it doesn't make sense but that has been my nickname since the day Ryan said it.

And before you ask, no, I am not the Alpha's or Beta's daughter or sibling or anyhow related to them.

My family too has nothing to do with them and neither does my mate's.

I just don't get it. Whenever I read stories about werewolves, the main lead is somehow always related to the higher ranking positions.

Imagine being chosen out of all those 300-400 people that a pack consists of.

It's like marrying a member of BTS or Harry Styles, which is no way in hell possible except in my dreams.

The Moon Goddess probably can't even see me from up there.

If she could, then she surely would have given my mate atleast two brain cells to work with.

I swear Ryan is the most annoying person I have ever seen in my entire existence.

I mentally prepare ways to avenge myself as I cough feeling the dust tickle my nose.

"There's more towards the right on the shelf. Clean properly Maya, orelse I'll have to complain to mom again."

"Just wait, idiot. I'll get you back for this." I shout to the annoyingly handsome person sitting on the couch with a smug look plastered to his face.

"Oh no, how scary" Ryan fake shivered and stuck his tongue out.

"Childish" i murmur. "And you love it" came a reply back.

Ya so, another thing about us,

We aren't actually mates.

I mean not officialy... yet!

Like the book of 'The Were Laws' said before, a werewolf finds their mate when they turn 18 and both me and Ryan are 17 now.

So how do we know we are mates beforehand, you ask?

It's the pull.

There's this force always bringing us close and whenever we are far, that pumping device inside our chest hurts.

We feel everything that two normal mates feel when they are next to each other and though Ryan can be way too energetic and childish and annoying 24x7, I still would do anything for him.