Myself- A Broken Creation

Chapter 2: Alex's P.O.V.

My parents, who were very painful to deal with, were ranting again. They were giving the same lecture I had heard a million times before. They were telling me to stay away from Max, my human best friend, who just happened to like guys. They hated shapeshifters and people who liked people of the same sex in a romantic fashion. They didn't hate me.

They only wanted what was best for me, but their minds were so twisted. If I did what they wanted me to, I would be miserable. All they wanted was for me to find a female werewolf as a mate, so they could leave and never be bothered by me again.

I had to bide by their constricting rules until then. I just didn't have the heart to tell them that their only heir was exactly like Max. Maybe if they had had another son, or even a daughter, it would be okay, but they hadn't. It was only me.

"Alex!"

I raised my head. My real name was Zacharie, but no one ever called me that.

"Yes, mother?" I sneered, tired of her hateful ways.

"You're going down to Blake's house in Florida so that you can finally find your mate."

Her voice held a mix of irritation and concern. If I had to pick a parent to live with, I would definitely pick my mother. She was less of a handful to deal with than my father. Sometimes, I even thought she cared for me.

"Fine," I growled.

I stomped upstairs, upset because this ultimately proved that my parents just didn't want to be bothered with me anymore. I was secretly a little glad, though, because I was getting out from under their controlling presences. I gathered everything I would need and packed it into dark, large suitcases before dragging them outside to my sleek car.

"You can't leave yet!" My mother desperately cried.

I sped off without a backward glance or any amount of comforting words. There was a scent like cinnamon and brown sugar mixed together that made me just feel inside for the first time in years.

It was coming from my mate. I could just feel it. I drove to the nearest gas station because I was running on empty. I needed enough gas to find my mate. The beautiful scent came to me, suddenly much closer than before. There was a small jingle from the silver bell at the top of the door as someone walked in a few minutes later.

I felt deliciously delightful tingles as he walked towards me. I could tell from his scent that he wasn't a human or a werewolf, but something in between them and I was very curious. What could he possibly be?

He had long, blonde, silky hair that fell over his right eye perfectly. He was also much shorter than me. I was six and a half feet and I would be pushing it if I said the man was five feet. He had small ears and frail, elfin features.

I had caught the cutie looking at me and now he was blushing a bright pink. His eyes were suddenly very interested in the black-and-white-tile floor. He was incredibly gorgeous. His crimson Atreyu shirt clung to his small figure. His tight jeans molded to his small legs and plump bottom. I sighed because my mate shouldn't be working in a gas station, of all places. He shouldn't be working at all!

"What is his name?" I asked a random stranger standing next to me.

"Xander."

Xander. I liked the way it sounded on my tongue. I softly let it roll past my lips. His head jerked up and he looked around, but went back to telling the old man that he needed to get home and get some beauty sleep. The old man reluctantly consented and apologized for calling him in so early. He kindly touched him on the shoulder, barely brushing against him, and Xander flinched.