Reluctant Mates

Prologue:

So here is the deal, I'm going to explain a little bit of the background for the story so I don't forget. The story takes place in a community of werewolves and the mayor is always the Alpha, no election required. The people aren't immortal, but they are immune to flus, cold, and allergies. They can change from wolf to human willingly, and they have wolf insticts. Although, with wolf insticts is the mate situation. Mates are two werewolves that are completely compatible for each other, physically and emotionally. To mate (not in the reproduction way), the two werewolves, in either human or wolf form, must sappily look into each others eyes and you just, well, feel it, the connection. Then, the slightest touch will completely send sparks flying, you know, the cliche stuff. Then, the mates live happily ever after and yada yada.

Chapter 1:

Tyler's P.O.V

The music blasted against my ears and you could basically taste the horny in the air. I took a sip of my beer, I wasn't much of a drinker. A fake blonde stumbled over to me and started to hit on me. Being the player I am, I flirted back and we started to dance.

After awhile of dancing (mostly her rubbing up against me) she suggested we go somewhere " more private." As she lead me through the crowd, a camoflague stilleto found its way in front of my foot and tripped me. I tripped and landed on top of my skank of the night.

I grumbled as I pushed myself off the floor and walked over to the smirking bitch that tripped me and grabbed her by the wrist. I lead her outside and she knew it was no use to fight my grip. She knew the consequence of her actions but the stupid whore did it anyway. I'll show her to mess with the next Alpha.

We got outside and I turned her around to face me; she still had that cocky look on her face. I looked down at her but she didn't meet my gaze, she just looked into my hairline; it was her way of showing she didn't respect me.

"What the hell, Kaycee?"

"What are you talking about?" she replied with a vacant tone; she was playing dumb to piss me off.

"You disrespected me in front of EVERYBODY!" I yelled.

She put her hands on her hips and leaned forward slightly and i accidently noticed her body. She stood a 5'9" in her heels, but was still about six inches shorter than me. She wore a black halter top accentting her large boobs. The shirt exposed her belly button and the simple piercing she had in it. The rest of her torso was extremely curvy, not fat, just nicely shaped. She was wearing simple dark wash jeans not skinny jeans, but not baggy either.

"Enjoying the view?" she remarked sarcastically. This girl always got under my skin, ever since 8th grade, making it a good four years.

I looked up at her face, right in her eyes,and I just stopped. I stopped breathing, I stopped blinking, I stopped thinking, my heart even stopped. As looked into her bluish/ gray eyes and noticed they were wrapped in a greenish tint, my world seemed complete.

She looked back up at me for a minute until she shook her head in disbelief.

"Oh no, no, no!" she said as she broke eye contact. "You are sooo not my mate." she began to pace.

She reached and brushed her hand against my arm, sending tingles through my entire body, especially my "manhood."

"No." she said with a tone of finality, "I refuse to be your mate." she turned to walk away.

I reached out to her to stop her but she avoided the contact.

"But," I started

"I'd rather die lonely then spend forever with you." the last word dripped with venom. "Leave me alone." and she stomped off.

"I need you," I whispered to myself. I stayed rooted in my spot not wanting to upset my mate.

The only girl that didn't beg for my attention was my mate, my perfect match. Fan- fricken - tastic.