Emo Mate

Chapter 4

"So, can you tell me more about yourself? Like where did you come from?" Rory asked slow and hesitantly.

"Yes of course, Rory don't be afraid to ask me questions, it's okay really."

My mind is spinning. I haven't thought about my past in so many years. My parents. My family. My friends. Oh god how do I tell Rory. She's going to fucking hate me. She's going to reject me. She's going to be so angry at how much of a disgrace I've become. What the hell am I doing with my life-.

My thoughts were interrupted by  her tiny hand wrapping itself  around my own on the table.

"Hey Sebastian, how about we go back to your place and you can tell me there where it'll be a little more comfortable."

She said with a smile almost reading my mind.

"That would be great thank you."

As Rory left work early and we drove silently back to my apartment I couldn't help but think if I should even tell her of my past. Would she even want to know? Or is ignorance bliss in this situation?

I pulled up to the apartment, I was shaking and sweating uncontrollably not knowing how to come clean to Rory, we just sat in the car, letting the silence eat away at the tense air. I decided to rip off the bandaid,

"I'm going to tell you my story. If you hate me for it I'm sorry and I'll drive you home right here right now. If you don't, I guess we'll figure out a plan-."

"Sebastian it's okay. Just tell me. I can handle it."

"Well okay. So my story pretty much starts in my old pack, the eastern woodland pack. My father was-well is, the alpha and the werewolf king alpha Leroy Hunter. He trained me day and night since the day I could walk. Pushing me past my limits, turning me into a well oiled machine. By the time I was eighteen I was the definition of an alpha. Perfectly engineered to destroy anyone in my path. In the way of the pack, or my people. I knew nothing else. My mother on the other hand couldn't bare to see me like this or her mate like this. Screaming and beating every bit of the alpha title he could into me. Soon I started to attend the alpha meetings with my father. I was supposed to be crowned the new king and alpha of the eastern woodland pack  on my nineteenth birthday. The youngest king to ever exist. On the morning of my coronation I cracked. I couldn't do it. This wasn't me. I didn't want my life to be over. I couldn't be the alpha he wanted me to be, so just like that I ran. I ran where he wouldn't be able to find me. I ran until I came here to Lakewood. I was broke, homeless, and alone. And then one day Jared found me and offered me the spare room in his apartment. He helped me get a job at a coffee house and he helped me clean myself up a little and get to a place where I could have a normal human life. I started getting into hard drugs, I became an alcoholic and pretty much hit rock bottom. Then I met Michael and he helped me get a little clean at least. It's been seven years. My father was never able to find me. I assumed since I did all of those things the moon goddess would never give me a mate. But now here you are. And I'm so lost. I don't know who I am anymore."

I looked up to Rory. Expecting somehow a face of understanding and maybe sympathy. But instead I saw pure hatred in her eyes as she slammed open the car door. And just like that she was gone.