The Alpha's Mate

CHAPTER 7: SYBIL

THREE YEARS LATER

Have you ever had that feeling that you were missing an important part of yourself? A very important part that made you feel like you weren’t living. And I had been living like that for the past three years. I knew what I wanted, yet I couldn’t even get it. All I felt was this gaping hole inside of me that one person could only fill. Lucian. The man I was currently staring at, and not in a lovely way. He had Bestia in his arms as they swayed to the music. Looking at them took me back to the ball years ago. Every time I thought about it, I felt like he was touching me again, sending liquid fire moving through my veins. And now I spent almost every night touching myself to the thoughts of him like a little pervert. In my defense, I couldn’t help myself.

I tried finding some distractions, but none of them worked. I even tried my hand at dating and again I ended up with an obnoxious man who couldn’t satisfy me until I called it quits.

“Why are you staring at them?” Harley asked, which made me turn away from Lucian and Bestia. They complemented each other very well. Maybe that’s why he got back with her after my friend here told me they broke up. Anger slouched in my veins, heating up my blood.

“I wasn’t staring at them,” I lied. What I needed to do was find another boyfriend. This wasn’t going to work, and even my mother got tired of the mate searching. She called it quits, too. And knowing her, I hated what was to come. I couldn’t find a mate, so she was going to find a husband for me. Honestly, it wasn’t something new, and I kind of waited for it to happen. Yet, I couldn’t help feel like Lucian was mine. He shouldn’t have touched me that day. That started all of this. Now I couldn’t live peacefully like I used to.

“Keeping lying to yourself eventually you will start believing the lies too.”

“Stop it,” I said.

“I hate that the mate searching stopped. I felt like we were this close to finding him.”

“We weren’t close to finding anything. Who knows? He might be dead.”

“Don’t say that!” Harley swatted my arms, and I laughed, a forced one at that. At least I didn’t have to pretend to force smiles and be in good spirits for long, because Bestia chose that moment to ruin everything.

“Sybil, how does it feel to still be unmated?”

“I think you should leave,” Harley said.

“And the mouthpiece has started yapping yet again. I told you, Harley, to let her speak for herself.”

“Then you heard what she said. Leave.”

“Today I won’t leave until I tell you what you need to do. Your mother’s idea of finding you a mate was good, but I think now you need to take it in your own hands. Go out there, look for him, you never know, he might be at the ends of the world.”

“Shut up, Bestia.” I snarled. I was getting tired of antics, and my restless nature only made me unpredictable these days.

“That’s what people tell me these days whenever am saying the truth.”

“Where is your mate? You’re older than us, yet all you do is act like the pack’s little whore.”

“Unlike you little girls, I know what I want, and a mate isn’t one of them.”

“Yet here you’re telling me about mates. Why is that?”

“We both know you need a mate to rule this pack.”

“I don’t need a man to do anything. Now, get out of my sight.”

“You’re quick to dismiss me when I haven’t said anything yet. As I can see, you look miserable and it’s been going on for a few years now. I don’t like the idea of having a woman on the throne, but I can’t stand by and watch you succumb to this loneliness.” Every word that came out of her mouth was mocking. She wasn’t here to help me, she was here to bully me like always.