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Seth's POV
It's been 2 months since Cecilia, stabbed herself. I'm going insane. I can't live without her. I was put in one of the cells because I almost killed someone who was talking about her.
Flashback"I heard, that girl Cecilia, tried to kill herself." Rachel, a girl from the pack said with wide eyes. "I hope she's OK"
"I don't, she just did it for attention" Brittany, scoffs.
"I don't think she did it for attention, I mean she has a mate. Alpha Seth right? But if she has a mate why?"
"Seth is not her mate, she's just pretending. Seth is mine." Brittany says, filing her nails. In less than a second I had her pinned up to a wall, hands around her neck."Oh, feisty, I like it" she choked out and I tightened my hands around her neck.
"Don't ever talk about your future Luna like that, ever again." I growled out. "If you can even talk when I'm done with you" Then I growled so loud, the whole house shook. Literally. Some pictures fell of the wall and crashed on the floor."I-I can-n't breathe" she said, trying to pry my hands off of her neck. What's wrong, wolf got your tongue? Her face started to turn purple so I released my grip on her. She crumpled to the floor, trying to catch her breath. Pathetic.
"And if I ever even see you LOOKING at my mate, I will not hesitate to kill you." I spit out menacingly.
"Yes, alpha" she whispered. The bruising already starting to show on her neck. And with that, I walked away from that whore. I walked to my room and slammed the door. Somethings wrong, someone's in here. I search around the room, first under my king size bed, that has black sheets and comforter on it. I peer under the bed, nothing. Then I wander over to my bathroom looking around, nothing. DAMMIT! Who the hell is in here? I scan my room, and spot it. Peeking out from the closet is a certian black converse. I walk over to my wardrobe and pull open the doors, to reveal a teenager, around 17, with waist length, blonde curls. Glowing green eyes, that always seem to mesmerize me. And a short body. My beautiful mate, Cecilia. She was wearing a grey beanie and a pair of tight black skinny jeans. A loose grey was paired over a tight black tank top. Wearing grey uggs and a bit of makeup... She looked perfect. Then the most unexpected thing happened. She pounced from the closet and into my arms, her head in the crook of my neck. I put my arms around her waist and embraced her is a hug. I did not question her motives for hugging me, because I didn't want to let this moment go. I wish it would've lasted forever."Seth" she mumbled into my neck.
"Yes, beautiful" I said grinning, it was the first time I had called her that, out loud."I-I forgive you" she said, removing her face from the crook of my neck. YES! she forgives me, does that mean she accepts me?
"Why?" I ask, honestly curious.
"Because you're my mate" she said in a 'duh' tone.
"Good enough for me" putting my arms back around her waist, not realizing that I removed them in the first place. "When did you get out of the hospital?"
"30 minutes ago, I escaped because no body knew I was awake for about a day." Cecilia said, like it was no big deal. I am going to have to talk with the people in that bloody hospital. But, I didn't say that, not wanting to ruin that perfect moment. This is where I want to be. I want this to never end. Ever---
"You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not."
― Jodi Picoult---
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I Hate My Mate
Random*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...