Mine. Mate

1: Mine. Mate

Okay here goes my first story. Please tell me how you like it :)

For those who already read this i revised it because i realize the story beginning was bland. 

Please comment because i know there needs a lot of improvment, don't be shy you can lay the criticism    on me, it just might help you out later in the future when you read the story

There is a photo of Carla ----> 

Okay thanks enjoy:)

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Mine. Mate. Those words send a shiver down my spine from the top of my head to the tips of my toes making me cringe and not in a good way either. My mate should be whom I want, not whom the moon says.

It takes a female 16 years for her wolf to fully mature and a male 18 but no one really needs to reach a certain age to know when you met your mate. You just know. The possessiveness doesn't kick in until a person's wolf fully matures before then they experience excruciating butterflies when they are around their true mate and gut wrenching pain if they aren't with them. Sounds romantic right?

Well, that's how it is according to what one of best friend Carla said, who met hers at 5 years old, the first day of kindergarten she locked eyes with dark haired Nelly who was 7 at the time. 

We have grown up together, played, went to proms, fought, got our first cars, first hangovers, first tattoos which are in places not appropriate to mention, we experienced everything together. And, what started off looking like a simple crush between the two soon became apparent to everyone they're true mates. They were joined at the hip, when you seen one, you bet 5 bucks the other wasn't far behind.

But as I watched my two best friends relationship grow there is always a nagging feeling that they didn't have a choice in the matter. They always knew it was going to be each other. Pessimistic but I didn't want that for me.

I believe one of the hardest times in Carla's' and Nelly's' relationship is the periods between junior high and high school when Carla was still in 7th grade while Nelly was in 9th, him being two years older; and the period between high school and college when Nelly waited for Carla to join him. Waited as in every weekend he would come back to spend with her then drive back on Sunday night spending a but load on gas.

Good thing he's loaded.  

When Nelly's and Carla's wolf fully matured and their possessiveness of their mate really began to form. No male could even look at her for fear of Nelly losing it and many girls cheeks got bi*ch slapped from Carla's deadly right hand.  

Nelly got mad even at Carla's dad for hugging her and yeah Carla's dad beat that jealously out of him.

It was no surprise when Carla graduated from the University, Nelly asked her to marry him. Now here I am on a cool September afternoon as a maid of honor looking down at the most beautiful but clueless bride.

"Now how does this look Rain?" Carla says putting on her veil finishing her wedding attire, it took her 20 minutes and 14 'that looks okay's'.

I smile at her reflection in the mirror and lock my eyes with hers while I put my hands on her shoulders, bending down to give her a small peck on the check. "You look beautiful," I say. And, she was with her high cheekbones, slender physique, clear pale skin, oval shaped sea foam green eyes, a small pointy nose with a splash of freckles which she calls the death stars. Her dark auburn hair a perfect match with the ivory laced veil upon her head. 

She grabbed my hands with hers on her shoulders and gave me a tight squeeze.

Looking in her eyes I remember when we were 8 years old at the school playground on the jungle gym, she got shoved my an older blond haired boy to move away from the spiral slide, douche. She pouted her lips, crossed her arms and stomped her foot glaring at him scrunching her thick red eyebrows together, she looked like a red fur ball closing in on herself.

I was going to yell down at him to say that wasn't nice and try out a few of the swear words I learned from my older brother, when at the bottom of the slide the boy didn't even have a chance to get off when Nelly punched him across his face. They started to roll on the ground and a few minutes later the teacher ran over to split them apart. Just one of the few times Nelly fought for her, after a while people got the picture. I smile and shake my head to the present.

"What, what is it Rain?" she says smirking at me still holding my hands; she always bought me back from a zone-out.  I pat her shoulders "Oh, no its nothing. Come on Nelly must be pacing outside." That one was never patient.

She chuckles knowing that I'm right. I grab her train as she stands and I follow behind her, her mother has already left to sit in the front, looking smug I might add from the amount of guest that arrived. Carla's little sister Carmen, is waiting by the door smiling at her sister, I wouldn't be surprised if she stomped on Carla's train for fun, those two could never get along. Carmen is looking gorgeous in her dark green dress, basket of petals ready in hand.

Their father is waiting outside the changing room door of the church ready to walk his "darling" down the isle.

Carmen opens the door and her father smiles extending his elbow to his oldest daughter and I see a small tear in his left eye. Awwww.

As the beta of our pack it's a rare sight to see on this 45 year old, 6'1 210 pound man of muscle. The same man who can and has snapped many wolves' necks.

As Carla grabs her fathers' elbow I position my self next to Nelly's brother Tim. He offers his elbow with a smirk. This guy, I shake my head.  So full of himself, another douche.

No denying he's good looking with dark black hair, eyes the color of deep ocean and a strong jaw. He's three years older than Carla and I and a year older than Nelly but you could swear they were twins. 

Both are 6'1, board shouldered and lightly muscled but only one uses this to his advantage, yes ladies this is the ultimate player and flirt. I feel nauseated and giddy from touching him.Oh goodie.

The music comes on and Carmen starts to drop petals, when she reaches few paces ahead, Tim and I walk forward. We were the only people in their bridal party, me being both their best friend and a little jealous if anyone joined. 

Then Carla came holding her dads elbow and I hear the ohhs and awws. The look Nelly and Carla share is pure; they have so much love I swear both would burst into millions of tiny love hearts if they had anymore love for each other then float away on a love cloud never to be seen again, gag.  

The ceremony is going beautifully, "Now do you, Carla Joan Anderson daughter of Beta Joseph Anderson take Nelson Mark Harrison, son of Patrick Harrison to be your Husband and Mate...."

Now that's a mouth full but, there is that word again; Mate. I try to suppress a shiver threatening to trail down my back. I can hear the ceremony continuing but my mind has traveled elsewhere.