The Refugee's Mate (Werewolf Story)

Chapter 13: Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting

George

It's Saturday.

And though I should be grounded for fighting at school, dad allowed me to accompany my mate as he drove my brother to his own date.

It's kind of ironic that dad hired a chauffeur so that I'd stay free from having to drive my brother to his date and now I'm stuck doing it anyway.

Life is full of ironies, isn't it?

Right now, the entire pack still thinks I got rejected by my mate. And now with my suspension from school, they probably are going to continue thinking this way for a while.

But that's not the concern I have right now.

It's interesting how the Moon Goddess had such a large pool of unmated wolves to choose from - we are the largest wolf pack of the country, after all - and she still chose an outsider for me.

Why oh why?

I'm not gonna be one of "those people" who complains about having a male mate. I know why she selected a boy for me. That's not the issue.

It would've been fine if she picked a girl. I'm sexually fluid, so I'm good each way. But what really boggles my mind is why an outsider?

I've been dream selecting my mate for years now and though I never expected it to be Justin - it's never who we want - I really didn't see that coming.

That's a curve ball if I've ever seen one.

However, what no one really saw coming...

What nobody could've predicted at all is that he's not only from an outside pack, but the only surviving member of a wolf family my grandfather decimated long ago.

I mean, what the actual fuck!

Personally, I have nothing against the boy. Nor his family. It's not my trauma to deal with it.

But damn... no wonder he almost rejected me.

Under these circumstances, I might reject myself too. Who knows?

What I do know is that I can't.

And even if I could, I wouldn't. Hell no!

I don't wanna live alone for the rest of my life and whatch other people fulfill their hopes and dreams while I'm stuck in limbo.

It's normal for mates to go on dates and get to know one another. But usually one have some idea of who the person you're mated to is.

Even my dad already knew his mate when he got the shining eyes. He didn't want him, of course, we all know the story. But he knew him.

I have no idea who my mate is apart from his name and that he had a previous relationship.

Not that I judge him for it. Even my brother has an unmated romantic affair. Nobody waits until 18. And in his case, months past it.

And neither did I.

Oh my Goddess! I haven't talked to Justin since I've been mated. He helped me through my rejection the other day and we haven't talked since.

Though it has been some busy couple of days for me. But I'm sure he knows the drill. We all do. It's been fun and I do like him very much.

But we know about the heartbreak.

"Good morning, son. Have you had any time to reflect on making better choices?" - Dad greeted me as Charlie and I arrive at the kitchen for breakfast.

Daddy is putting all the food on the table for us. I glance at him feeling guilty. Charlie is uncomfortably quiet, as it's his M.O.