In a supernatural world, two all star football players find their mate.
They call her a freak, mixed, or unnatural. Most known hybrids have general abilities but not Promise.
She is unique, an outcast, a mix between a light witch, sylph, and fey...
Packing up to go to our parents dwelling for a weeks vacation is an extremely tiresome task. I can not wait for this week to be over, I'm already dreading introducing Promise to my family. Though Dex and Dawson don't seem to have the same issues as I do.
I just can't seem to find a way to bring myself to approach her without feeling somewhat anxious.
After talking to Dawson and Dex at Jacobs. I realized how badly I was treating her. Coming to realize that it's not her fault that I'm the way that I am. But I'm still I'm having a dilemma with her. Everyone thinks Dex is the jealous brother but they don't realize how jealous I can sincerely and actually be.
When I seen her with Jacob, with his arms all wrapped around her I nearly lost it right there in front of them all.
It's not because of me loving her. No I don't love her in anyway. I just can't fight this feeling of jealousy toward her and I don't know why I'm even jealous. It's not like we're really together, Dawson is right, I'm more of a roommate to her than her lover.
"Sorry last bag I swear!" She dashes by me in a flurry. Im standing at the front entranceway patiently waiting for her to load up her bags. Everyone is already waiting on us in the vehicle. With exception of Jaye and Knox, they're arriving later with Jayes Uncle Tan.
"Got it. Im ready." She assures me with a beaming smile as she bends over to pick up her bag I can't help but to admire her.
Wearing tight ass black jeans with rips in the legs and a thin cut off T-shirt. Her black leather jacket matches her boots. She is definitely a striking woman.
I'm the only mate who hasn't bonded with her. Hell we haven't even had sex. We barely touch each other. She keeps her distance away from me, hardly even ever acknowledges me as I do her.
I feel a bit of guilt about it. I pushed her away from me, from the very first second I even met her. I can be a major prick.
If I wasn't such a coward I could face my demons and let her in, eventually. Regardless, I don't think that I can ever get pass my past trauma. So I don't even know why I should even bother getting to know her on a different level. In the end it would just hurt both of us and how could she ever look at me the same way she looks at the others? When she finds out all of my secrets. If she only knew the demons that haunt me.
Sighing, I close the door behind us, regrettably I wish I could just disregard these feelings toward her. But I'm basically stuck in a web of my own doing. Unfortunately.
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"Wow this place is gorgeous." Promise exclaims, filled with excitement. After three long hours we've finally made it to my parents home. It's a beautiful dwelling that we have loved living in for years.
