Seth's POV
"Doctor, NOW" I boomed ordering the pack doctor to come immediately when my mate stabbed herself. I quickly run to her side and put pressure on the wound, so the bleeding stops, but it doesn't. In fact the opposite happens. More blood gushes out of the large gash, and i let go. Oh my god. My mate tried to kill herself when she found out I marked her. This is all my fault.
"What seems to be the problem" the doctor asks not seeming to notice my dying mate
"SHE STUCK A PAIR OF SCISSORS IN HER GUT, FIX HER!" I yelled at the shaking man, fury starting to overcome my body. My hands shook uncontrollably and my jaw was clenched so hard, I thought it would break.
The doctor mind linked for other doctors to enter and soon the room was filled with people, preparing for surgery.
"I would suggest you step out of the room, Alpha Harris." one of the doctors said. "Surgery is about to begin" Oh yeah, when Cecilia was in the hospital I was handed the alpha position and Tate took over as beta.
I exited the room, still shaking. From anger, that it was my fault. Guilt. Sadness. Then a sudden wave hit me. I need to break something. Running out of the hospital and into the pack house, I grabbed the closest object. The TV. And threw it across the room. Luckily no one was in there, or they would have been the one I threw. When the flat screen smashed against the wall, it shattered into thousands of tiny glass shards and wires were poking out everywhere. I storm out of the house and into the forest. I shift into my pure black wolf and break into a sprint, lengthening my way into the deep forest in the middle of the night. I run to my 'hide out'. It's kind of a secret lair. It lies deep in a cave, behind a waterfall. I have a cot and some clothes back there from when I was a kid, and I could come here to escape reality. I have only brought one person back here... Geez, get your minds out of the gutter. It was my mom. Before she passed away 6 years ago.
FLASHBACK
"Mom, mom" I yell throughout the pack house. Frantically searching for my mother, to show her something. I had just shifted at the age of 12, and while on my first run, I found something.
"Is everything alright dear" she asked, concern lacing her soft voice. I get most of my looks from her. My brown eyes, even though people think they're hazel. My light brown hair. And we share some interests. We both love the pack and helping others. My dad, the alpha. We are anything but alike. He doesn't even look like me. He has black hair and green eyes! Sometimes I wonder if he's my real father. I have always hated him. He has never treated me like a son. More like a burden. Just some pest that he keeps flicking off of his shoulder. I really do hate him.
"Yea, everything's great, I want to show you something." I respond, breaking out of my thoughts. I grab on hold of her wrist and drag her outside and towards the trees.
"Where are we going." she says, stumbling behind me, trying to keep up.
"You'll find out soon" i say. I pull her into a clearing then put up, saying to wait. I walk behind a large tree and strip my clothes. Then the cracking of my bones, lets me know I have shifted into my black wolf. It didn't hurt nearly as much as the first time, only an hour ago. I stepped out from behind the tree and stared at my mother. She stood staring back, wide eyed and mouth open. She ran to me and fell to her knees in front of me. She started crying and stroking my soft dark fur. When she looks up at me, her tear streaked face smiles, showing in her eyes. She lets out a small laugh. Then wipes her eyes.
"You're growing up so fast. You're always going to be my baby though." she laughed out. I trotted back behind the tree and shifted back. Then I ran up to my mom, took her hand and ran towards the cave.
"You found this on your own" she said in awe, staring at the waterfall. I nodded then gently pulled her up the rocks and into the cave. She gasped and scanned the place over gorgeous place. She began to roam when she heard a low growl from the entrance of the cave. Both of our heads snapped back at the man before us. Rouge. There actually were 3 of them. They slowly walked towards us growling fiercely, one approached my mother and the other 2 came at me. The lunged and me not knowing anything about fighting, didn't dodge. They each grabbed one of arms and held me back from the gruesome scene in front of me. Each of the rouges raped my mother in front of me, just feet away and I couldn't do anything to stop it. They took turns, each doing it at least twice. My face was streaked with tears and my throat hoarse from screaming. After they were finished, my mother lay crying on the floor, naked. Then I was their next target. While 2 held my mother down, the other beat me. He started by slapping me and kicking me, but when they switched it progressed to punching and the breaking of bones. They made my mother watch helplessly as her pup was beaten. Once finished with me, I was unconscious. When I woke up 3 days later, my mother was lying limp on the floor, not breathing. I couldn't move, when I tried, I would cry out in pain. But I would spend most of the days I was stuck in there crying. Not for me, but for the loss of my mother. After a week of lying, broken, on the cold stone of the cave, someone from border patrol found us. He heard my whimpering and went to see what happened. I was immediately brought to the hospital and doctors checked me out. After I was released from the hospital, I went back to being tortured, not by rouges. But by my own father. The alpha. He went kind of crazy after my mother, his mate, passed. He started breaking things, and beating me. Like the rouges did. I started training. Hard. I didn't want to be beaten anymore so I trained from dawn till dusk. Working myself to the max. By the time I was 15, I had the strength of a grown alpha. I was ready. I challenged my father for the title of alpha and after a long fight. He ultimately lost. He was banished from the pack and became a rouge. I was to young to take the title and hadn't found my mate yet so I handed the position to the Beta. Tate's father. We agreed that when I came of age he would pass the title back. Now I'm alpha. I rush back to the hospital to check on Cecilia, no news. Still in surgery. UGH. She thinks I don't care. But I do. I have loved her from the moment I saw her. We were both around 14 when we first met. Tate introduced us, being we were both friends with Tate at the time. We became friends but that changed when we entered high school a year later. I started to bully her because I couldn't hide my true feelings anymore, so I learned to "hate" her. I love her. She just doesn't know it. Yet.
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"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can't wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it's like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn't exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day's work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there's no need for continuous conversation, but you find you're quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there's a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that's so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life."
― Bob Marley
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I Hate My Mate
عشوائي*Beep beep beep* the sound of the familiar machine next to me. The hospital. Ugh. I should be dead. A tear slid down my face before I turned to face the people next to me. Tate was sleeping in an uncomfortable looking hospital chair and Seth was se...
