The Refugee's Mate (Werewolf Story)

Chapter 17: I Touch Myself

Liam

It's terrible.

I've been miserable since last Monday. I cried about it to my mom, rage against the Moon Goddess for pairing us together and pushed away any attempt of contact from him.

In fact, I haven't exchanged more than two sentences with George - except for Saturday when I picked up his brother and at the party, when we were in line for the bathroom.

I'm not happy shutting down my own mate.

This is not the fantasy I had in my mind going in, especially after that wonderful "date" we had the other Friday.

We had a bumpy start, sure. But I remedied that. I did my part and atoned. And it's not like I can't understand his predicament.

I get why it's difficult to break up an old fling (just) because you're mated. Even though it wasn't my reality, I can relate to it on account of me and Emm's situation. I still think about them.

And yes, I realize it's a different scenario as they "cheated" on purpose. Not like George, supposedly. And both parts knew he's mated. Unlike me, who didn't.

Still, it's not even about the kiss for me.

It never was, really. Not that I don't care about that, I do. But like I said, I'm not unsympathetic to their plight.

But what really bugs me is the lying.

This I cannot get passed. I wish that I could.

Anyway, after that uncomfortable scene where Stockwell's mate ran away from him, the party fizzled out.

There were so many people talking about the scandal that his parents decided to shut it down. Plus, Jeff didn't show his face anymore at the ballroom.

Since we're all going home at the same time, I took my ride back with the Stonehold boys. George dropped off Annie, then me and turned back to his house.

We live in the same compound, but it's a good walking distance between our houses. Though I'd be fine walking home from his, but he insisted. Still, I was silent the whole way back.

My Sunday was mostly quiet, talking to mom in her room or playing games at the play room. I do love me some video games, as it turns out.

On Monday, I was curious to see how the events from the party would play out. For once, I'm glad people have something else to talk about other than my mating.

With this scandal, the students barely noticed me and it's just the way I prefer it.

I perked up my ear to hear Miriam's friends talking to her about it. I'm dying to listen to what she's gonna say, I'm not gonna lie.

Though he's not my cup of tea, Stockwell is not strictly speaking hideous. But I don't think that rejection had anything to do with his appearance.

"I just freaked out, guys. How can I be mated to Jeff? Freaking Jefferson Stockwell! Why?" - She ranted, very pissed off apparently.

Her friends console her the best way they can, giving her a pep talk saying whatever decision she makes it'll be what's best for her.

The bell rings and we walk towards the classroom. However, since I have the first few periods free, I go to the library instead. Though not before noticing how uncomfortable Jeff looked when he saw his mate walking inside.

Junior, on the other end of the spectrum, is radiantly happy next to his mate now that they've completed the bond. At least now she won't need any more heat medicine. Good for them.