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My Short Story (With A Mild Embarrassing Stage)

Roman

I haven't spoken to Lacey after her confession. Well, after saying those few words to her once we got to our pack. I wonder if she noticed my happiness?

Her telling me all that in the car, made me breathless. I almost let go of the steering wheel in excitement. She's so cute! Her story was sad, of course, but at least she's happy now. She is... right?

I believe this means that she's now opening up to me, which is a good sign. Maybe she really does like the idea of us being Mates. Because I love the idea.

I have since I was very young. I was born into one of the strongest packs in the the world. Our fighting styles were great, but what I mean by strongest is that our bond for one another can't ever be broken. No one that I know of has ever turned Rogue in our pack, there really was no reason to. So we have a big pack and it makes wonderful for us to fight.

At the age of twelve, I was nominated for Most Strongest in the child district. At that time, a lot of girls kept on asking me out. I'd turn them down for some reason, not that I knew about it. I never had any lustful desires either, which is weird because I can't seem to stop them when I'm with Lacey.

Later that year, my parents told me about Mates. I was confused at first, because it didn't make sense. How can you be born only for one person? I'd ask myself. It was around that time where I locked a tight bond with my wolf.

He'd always remind me- a little stubbornly- that I must find my so called Mate. It was then where I started to read a little into it. Mates were Soul Mates, it even has it in the name. And you'd need them to survive, or else your life would be a living Hell. Your Mate was the reason why you breathed every day, and why you lived.

Intrigued by the subject, I kept on reading further into it. I tried reading werewolf books like Twilight and The Boy Who Cried Wolf, but those stories never really seemed to help me out in anyway. Their facts about us were disgusting, and they of course were not true. All Werewolf's are handsome and charming?

I think not.

Teen Wolf was just plain scary. There was drama every step of the way! It's safe to say that episode one was never finished.

I stopped reading then and actually decided to ask some of my kind. Unfortunately, I asked a bunch of females my age... they might have gotten the wrong idea there...

On my fourteenth birthday, I was determined to find my Mate and live happily ever after. I planed to meet up with every single pack in the world just to find my love. It took a lot of flights and traveling, but I never found my Mate.

I began to be frustrated. I was obsessed with finding my Mate. It wasn't healthy. I'd stalk strangers on the Internet and follow some to their houses; and I was only fourteen at the time, I could be considered a perv.

I guess I was getting a little crazy, and my father decided to have a talk with me. He said that it had to be faith, destiny, a complete accident that ends happily, or else, if it's forced, the magic would disappear.

His words struck something inside of me and I reasoned with myself and my raging wolf, an got back to my normal self.

I continued to be myself and only obsessed about Mates slightly. I think I was just desperate to find my lover, because I needed the pang of jealousy to stop hitting my chest. It killed me to know that I didn't have my One And Only, I was lost and hopeless.

Fast forward a few years and I was already training to become an Alpha. I was learning the rules of what to do. It was brutal, but it was worth it. I loved my title and couldn't wait to be an Alpha.

At least, that's what I thought.

My father told me that he was going to retire. It was a few days after mother died from a Rogue attack while visiting her older sister. It hurt us all but I guess it destroyed father. He was never the same. And the fact that he wanted me to take his title frightened me.

I did what I had to do. I ran away, found a bar, and met a girl. Someone who had changed my life for the better. Someone made only for me.

My story isn't something worth sobbing for, and it probably won't move you one bit. But I don't care, I'll never forget the first day I met Lacey...

What's her last name...?

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his story. boom.

im on a bus so i can go to québec with my grade. yeah... im really excited.

while writing this, i had a fricken bandage on my thumb and i still do now. so this is a bitch.

- han