Mated

Chapter Two

Are the results of a war ever really worth the cost?
Unknown
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Most immortal creatures have a voice in their head that screams when they find their soulmate. But I never imagined it would be him.

In my head, I had believed I would never have a mate. I always dreamed of finding someone who loved me for who I was, not because of some ridiculous bond that held us together. Most importantly, though, I never wanted an alpha as my mate. I wasn't evil. I'd grown up with a father who held the alpha gene and I knew what kind of person that power made.

I knew that in my heart my mate was supposed to be this perfect person for me, but Alpha Lucine? He's even worse than my dad. And how exactly was I supposed to recover and heal from being trapped when I'm just going to be trapped again?

When people looked at me, they only see what they're looking for. They never looked for anything else. And I'm so much more than a horrible dad and a life tied to someone else.

The darkness that surrounded me, it was peaceful. I had grown up in the darkness of a cabin that my father didn't even bother to get those fucking bulb lights for.

But really, the only place you're ever really safest is when you're in the dark.

But it can't be dark forever.

My eyes slowly opened, a soft sound leaving my lips as I sat up. Rubbing my head, I looked around. It wasn't until the confusion faded and my memories of what seemed to be hours ago came back to me that I widened my eyes in realization.

I loved my mate's room... more than I'd ever loved any other place.

It had a dark theme to it, with dark gray walls that were almost black, and wooden flooring that had been stained black. There were no photos, no plants, nothing that proved this room belonged to my mate other than his scent, the fancy and modern and dark way it was arranged, and the clothes in his closet. The bed was in the center of the right wall, raised up and surrounded by three steps to climb up to it. It was adorned with silky black blankets and pillows and even the sheet proved to be the comfiest thing you'd ever imagine to sleep on. I ran my fingers over the blankets, enjoying the softness. It even had those black curtains you could let down for the darkness it provided, on four posts along the bed, and even a black, mahogany backboard that I discovered held secret, silky black ropes there for whatever sexual partners my mate had. My wolf went crazed at the thought of other women sleeping in this bed, but I doubted he'd ever even used them. Not a scent littered the room that wasn't his, but it made me angry to sleep in the same bed he was potentially having sex with other women in, as if he held zero respect for me. I hated him, yes, I wanted to leave, yes, but he was my mate and I couldn't help the jealousy and rage that rang through me at the thought. There was a desk in the corner, black and littered with paperwork and books and binders, the desk lamp still lit up. A dark chair was behind the desk, clearly not the comfiest, but I suppose he wanted to stay awake and focused to finish his Alpha 'duties' or whatever the fuck that was.

Bookshelves full of books lined the walls and surprisingly, some of my favorites from the past adorned the shelves. I ached to run my fingers along them, along the pages, place them back gently. There were only four pairs of double doors in the huge room and one of them was the exit way.

There was a huge, cozy chair in the corner by the huge black, stone fireplace. It was gorgeous and I marveled at it. Water streamed down the sides of it like mini waterfalls and fell into two circles on either side, with Ivy protruding from the bottom. I could imagine curling up by it while it was lit, reading and drinking hot chocolate when it snowed. One wall of this room was complete glass to look outside, the wall to the right of the bed, but I could tell no one would ever be able to see in here by the thickness of it, and by the little label at the bottom corner of it, that was hidden by said chair. Apparently, it was that kind of glass that was black outside and you could retract those black curtains so that you could see outside and not see outside whenever you wanted to.