Lucky and Luckier

Prologue

Prologue

ZAC

"You're very lucky."

"You're so lucky!"

"God your middle name should be lucky!"

Why don't they just call me Lucky?

Oh wait they do.

Why am I so 'lucky'? You might ask.

Well, when I was born, my mother almost had a miscarriage. However, we both lived.

Did I mention I'm a werewolf? And werewolves need mates?

No?

Well they do.

And that blasted Goddess of what's-her-name came and talked to me when I was 15.

"I'm sorry, I have disappointed you," she said. She had been looking for a mate for me for 15 years and failed. She finally told me about it. How long was she gonna hide from me for again?

This is my baggage, my secret. "Oh, you'll find your mate when you grow up," they say and proceed to talk about how beautiful you relationship with your mate will be.

Yeah what about no.

I'm not as lucky as everyone thinks I am.

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AMANDA

Hello.

I'm Amanda.

"Oh, you're so lucky. You should be glad you're alive."

But you know what?

I just wish I was dead.

They don't know what happened.

I was on a train back home. I met this boy, Jason. A clumsy little thing he was. We talked for a good half an hour. Then, I realised, he was my mate.

God, I was so happy.

Suddenly, a bomb went off. Killed most of the people around me but Jason, he protected me. He sheltered me from the bomb, but one shot shot him in the head.

And he was gone.

He left the minute I met him.

His last words were 'Be my mate' before his eyes shut forever.

There words will haunt me forever.

"Yes!" I screamed but it was too late. He didn't hear me.

So now, I commit myself to him. I told my mum about it but she said that he probably wasn't my mate. Because apparently if he was I would've committed suicide.

Um, anti feminist woman here.

I will forever be Jason's mate, even though he is not here with me. Suicide has crossed my mind, but everytime I pick up a razor or stand at the edge, something brings me back.

"You are not meant to die," the Moon Goddess said to me one night.

So I guess I'm stuck here for a little longer than I want to be.

Why can't they see I'm not as lucky as they think I am?