Fangs and Fur: The Alpha king's mate

Adelaide

I'm in a world overrun by mythical creatures. Most, if not all, of the human race had been completely and utterly controlled.

These mythical creatures entailed werewolves, dragons, unicorns, griffins, centaurs, fairies, gnomes, elves, angels, mermaids, vampires, cyclops, goblins, dwarves, ogres, leprechauns, witches, fauns, shapeshifters, and banshees. I'm probably leaving out some, but you get the point.

I live deep in the woods, only going to town when absolutely necessary to sell the pelts of animals. I sell them to get money to buy the things I need. I stole things I wanted but couldn't afford. I don't have a job like that or a nice house. I didn't have a job because I needed to have been tested when I turned 18. Sure, that would have been easy. I just didn't want to live their barbaric lifestyles. I just had my family inherit before the world went to sh*t.

My family vacation house, if you will. Now I know what your thinking is. Oh, they have a vacation house; they must be rich. No, actually, my grandpa gave it to my parents in his will, almost bankrupting my dad, who was insisting on keeping it.

It was a fixer-upper here and there, but it was my home. A place to rest my head. Though sleep was difficult for me as I was in a constant state of paranoia and anxiety,

I've been by myself for probably 8 years. I'm 24 years old.

I watched as the landscape blurred as they drove me to the jail.
I knew there wasn't any use in trying to fight them. I could probably run, but not with my hands behind my back. My hands used to help me par-core-build with ease.
They may not be fast, but as for me, I am used to running. Whenever I had an opportunity to flee, I would.
We stopped abruptly.
The werewolf opened the door.
"Come on," he says, grabbing my arm.

I roll my eyes as he pulls me out and slams the door closed quickly. Walking in, he shoves me into the chair in front of the computer.
"Harold!" He yells
Just then, a young werewolf pops out of a closed door.
"Stitch her up," the werewolf from earlier barks at him.

He walks to me and bends down, reaching to touch my head.
"Don't touch me. Just uncuff me, and I can stitch myself." I say, leaning my head back from his touch.
He tries to reach for me again.
"I told you not to touch me," I say louder.
He got the needle and thread ready as he sat down on the coffee table in front of me.
He reaches out to touch me again.
"Just let me do it!" I shout at him, moving away from him.

He sighs.

"Uncuff her, Jerry; she's not going to let me stitch her up." The medic tells the werewolf from earlier.
"Whatever it's not like, she is going to get away," Jerry states before uncuffing me.
I bring my wrist to my front, softly rubbing my red wrists.

I take the needle from his hands.
Turn around and look at my reflection in the mirror behind us.
I bite my tongue, clenching my jaw as I pierce my skin, lightly tugging on the thread as I make my way through the skin over and over.

The two wolves are watching me intently.
Just then, Edward walked out of the bathroom.
"What the hell?" He asked them.
They both just shrugged off watching me.

"She wouldn't let me stitch her up, Edward," Harold says.
"Why didn't you come get me? I could have charmed her." Edward says.
I was finally done. I took the small scissors he had set to the side and trimmed the thread.

Looking at them.
"Why did you do that?" Harold asked me.
"I don't like physical contact. I'm not stupid. I know how to stitch myself. I've done it many times." I say it in an obvious tone.
"Well, let's get you scanned," Edward says, grabbing me by the elbow.

I yanked it from his hold.
"I just said I don't like physical contact; surely you aren't that dense. Just walk, and I will follow you." I am annoyed.
He walks to the other side of the computer.

Jerry is off to my left. He grabs a wet cloth and wipes my fingers off.
My heart is pounding.

I stopped obeying their laws when I was 16 when my family vanished.

I didn't go to school. Though the material they taught us was very poor, They didn't believe we should have an education. I should have gone to the courthouse and gotten tested to see if I had what the mythical creatures call a mate. They say you are destined to be with them. Like a soulmate.

Whatever, I didn't believe any of that garbage.

My hands were freshly wiped down.

"Place your fingers on the scanner," Jermery says.

I placed my fingers on the scanner, watching the light flicker back and forth as it read my unique fingerprint.

"Adelaide," Edward said. "Interesting." He paused.

"Very interesting; hey, Jerry, look at this." He says he is flipping the screen around.

"Did you graduate, Adelaide?" Edward asked me.

"Nope, it's not a requirement for us humans, as you know," I replied.

"There isn't any record of her testing on her 18th birthday; it's like it never happened," Jerry says

"That's what I was saying, which is interesting," Edward replied.

"She'd have a scar behind her left ear if she had been tested before," Harold says.

What a fucking snitch!

"Did you ever get tested, Adelaide?" Jerry asked me.

"Honestly, what's the likelihood any immoral would have me as a mate?" I laughed at the thought.

Sure, your mate could turn you, but a human mate was very uncommon, so I thought the testing was a bit extreme.

"That didn't answer my question," Jerry says, his face stern.

"So, no?" Edward asks before pausing, "Well, when you go to court, they are likely going to test you because it's not in your file. For your sake, you better pray you do not have a mate because you should have been tested when you were 18 and not 24; they are likely to be upset."

I roll my eyes. "Wow, that was almost as insightful as a fortune cookie—without the wisdom."

He just shoots daggers at me.

"Let's just put her in the cell for the night; she smells of alcohol, liquid courage for humans," Harold suggests.