Kattilina's POV
My heart stopped. I was going to have a panic attack.
Just as I was about to turn around and leave I saw Derek staring at me with intense hate. He knew I was going to ditch. I knew what would happen if I did. I gulped and walked down the rest of the stairs. They had told me what my job was-to do what everyone told me and to not "fuck everything up".
I started by going around and offering people wine. People looked at me with curiosity. They probably wondered why I was being a waitress and not enjoying the party.
Soon the food was brought out and everyone was going on about how delicious it was. No credit given to me. The one who cooked it.
I felt my self detaching. Going somewhere else as my body took people's orders and brought them there food.
I found myself thinking of what ifs. What if I wasn't the slave? What if I wasn't a miserable wolf? What if I could run? The last question brought me back abruptly. I couldn't run! I was weak, ugly, worthless. Besides, where would I go? Who would take me in? How would I survive?
I placed a plate in front of an old women. She didn't even give me a smile. Weren't the elderly supposed to be nice? I guess I was the exception. I sighed inwardly.
I felt the sudden urge to cry. My life couldn't possibly get worse. I was a slave, taking orders for people when by birthright I should be a head if the pack. I was beaten everyday and no one even felt sorry. Pain engulfed me and my heart ached with longing. Longing for love. Longing for acceptance.
Soon the tears almost spilled. I couldn't let them see me cry. I had to just get myself together in the bathroom.
As I was walking towards the bathroom which was all the way across the room, Derek started speaking.
"Hello ladies and gentleman! Today I would like to welcome to our pack house, the Blue Moon pack!" People started cheering. I started walking faster.
People were starting to crowd around the stage, which was making it harder to get by. I had almost reached the door. Just a few steps and-
"Excuse me, miss?" I closed my eyes and stopped in my tracks. I turned around with a tight lipped smile and my hands clasped together.
"Yes, how may I help you?" I asked as politely as possible.
"Can you refill my wine glass?" The man asked.
"Of course," I said, removing it rather roughly from his hand.
I placed it on my tray and started speed walking towards the table with the wine on it. I couldn't believe I had been so close. And besides! The cup still had wine in it!
As I was walking I suddenly felt something like static run trough my veins, across my skin. All of the hair behind my neck was standing on end. But it didn't hurt. It actually felt good.
I ignored the feeling as I walked faster towards my destination and focused on what I had to do.
The feeling grew more intense as I got closer to the table. I kept waving off the feeling thought it became harder to ignore.
I was so close. So. Very. Close. The feeling was so strong I thought I would explode. I had 10 feet. 5 feet. 2. And-
I bumped into what felt like a wall and stumbled back into the floor. But it wasn't the force that made me stumble. It was the explosion of electricity I felt when I bumped into him. The guy was standing in disbelief and I gulped.
This better not be what I think it is.
My eyes traveled up his black dress shoes to his black dress pants all the way up to his white button down shirt. Then onto the huge wine stain that was on his shirt. The wine stain I caused. I gulped.
Holy.
Shit.
If this is who I think this is then my life is officially over.
Please no.
Then ever so slowly, my eyes traveled up his face. Strong, defined jaw. Full pink lips. And then. The eyes. The eyes that were such a shade of blue I've never seen before. He was gorgeous. And his black hair was perfect.
And he was looking at me in disgust.
And he had a girls arm linked through his.
And this man. This perfect man, this man who I knew would never love me, was my mate.
Looks like I'm the exception again. My life could get worse.
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DUN DUN DUN!
I love the way they met. So dramatic. Please comment. I want your opinions. And btw the comments for pt 1 and 2 are counted together.
Thanks again for reading.
Btw this is all unedited. I am going to fix it when I'm done.
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Shattered
LobisomemAbused, beaten and harmed, 17 year old Kattilina thinks nothing about her life can get worse. But she is proven wrong and her mate finally turns up. Filled with happiness and joy, she meets him only to have the worst of the worst happen-he rejected...