I Hate My Mate

Chapter 5

I got out of the hospital 2 weeks ago and my wolf is driving me crazy. She won't stop begging me to see her mate. But, I can't. I hate him. There is only one way I can make Violet happy, and me happy at the same time. Tease. And that's just what I plan on doing. Tonight there is a party at the pack house and most teen females dress like sluts. I never have. Tonight that all will change. Don't worry, your see.

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"Are you dressed yet?" Tate asks through my bathroom door, awaiting for me to come out and the torture to begin. For Seth of course. 
"Just a minute" I yell from the other side, doing the finishing touches of my makeup. I add a flick of eyeliner and, PRESTO! I'm done. I turn the handle and step out of the bathroom revealing a love struck puppy, in other words, Tate. Pun intended. His eyes turn a dark shade of black and they rake through my body. In a flash, I'm pinned to the wall, Tate placing delicate kisses on my neck. My hands are being held above my head and my legs around his waist. One of his hands is holding mine above my head and the other is holding me underneath my legs. His lips leave my neck and skim down the hem of the corset, and a moan escapes my lips. 
"Ta, the party started" I say sad that his soft lips came from my chest but we need to head downstairs. He lets me down before taking my small hand in his large one and walks outside and into the party atmosphere. Tate's wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a tight black shirt outlining his muscles and abs. We walk over to the dance floor, never breaking hands. We start dancing with each other to the current song that's playing. When I spot Seth staring at me, eyes switching from their normal color to black. Then I start grinding Tate, he immediately responds. Seconds later Tate is against the wall being choked my my mate. Daja vu much. 
"Off, Seth" I scream gaining everyone's attention. When his grip doesn't loosen, I take drastic measures. Doing something I should've done in the hospital when I woke up. 
"I Cecilia Jones, reject you Seth Harris as my mate" I say, my wolf crying. Gasps escape from everyone in the room. He lets go of Tate, and he slumps on the ground, gasping for air. I keep my hard gaze on Seth, my hands shaking at what his response might be.  I should be. Seth stalks up to me, looks me in the eye, then slaps me as hard as he can. I fall on my butt then look up at him with tears clouding my vision. Once he sees me fall his eyes change back to their original color and he rushes towards me. 
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." He pleaded eyes scanning over my body looking for any cuts or scrapes. It still made me uncomfortable. Tears fell from my eyes and rolled down my face. 
"I will never forgive you... I-I hate you, Seth H-Harris. I will never be your m-mate" I sobbed out. Looking anywhere but at him. Suddenly I didn't feel the floor underneath me and sparks were flowing through me. Then I feel something soft underneath me. A bed. That wasn't mine. Oh crap. I opened my eyes to see Seth pacing the room seeming to be having an internal battle with himself. Then all of the sudden, his head snaps in my direction and my breath hitches. He comes towards me, eyes black. Again. Then throws himself on top of me. His little friend poking my thigh. Oh no.
"Get off of me"
"Mine" he growls out.
"I will never be yours. I hate you." I spit.  Then a terrible pain hits me in the neck and I'm knocked out cold. Black clouding my sight and darkness overcoming me.

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 "Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was hurt. Who doesn't feel a part of their heart break at rejection. You ask yourself every question you can think of, what, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger. That's my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and makes one hell of a story." 

― Jennifer Salaiz

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