Bite Me

Chapter 9

mason

     I hated crying.

     I didn't cry often. I just wasn't the type of guy. But every now and then, when my emotions became really overwhelming, I couldn't help it.

     Overwhelming was an understatement right now.

     I felt like absolute shit, and it was no mystery why. Nobody could make me feel bad about myself like Kieran Callisto did. Not because he was the big bad vampire and hurt my feelings. No, I was done playing the victim. I felt bad because everything he'd said was true. I was manipulative, I was selfish, and I did hurt undeserving others to get my way.

      I was honest when I said that I didn't mean to. But that didn't make me feel any better. I was downright awful, and the only person who saw that was the one person I wished didn't.

     Not that that would ever mean anything to him. I was destined to love him and only him for the rest of my life, but there was nothing stopping him from hating me. And god, he hated me. He hated me so much, it hurt. I would never forget the tone of he used with me tonight. It was venomous.

     The sick part was, every now and then, I thought things changed. I thought that we were making progress, and maybe my feelings were reciprocated. Then either he'd say something hurtful or I would, and we were back to square one. That was when the alpha complex kicked in and I did something stupid.

     Over the centuries, people developed this whole romance around the idea of a werewolf having a mate. They created stories about us making eye contact with the one, automatically knowing they were our forevers. Then the mates instantly fall in love and have beautiful werewolf babies.

     Reality was much more cruel.

      Finding your mate could be as much of a curse as a blessing. Someone who thought they were straight their entire lives could have their world turned around in an instant when they realized their mate shared the same gender.

AKA me.

Someone who was ready to carry on their family legacy with their children could find out that their mate was a different species. Interspecies breeding was impossible without dark magic, and that usually led to some fucked up kids.

Also me.

      Being with your mate could become a battle between what you are and who you love when it turns out that your mate is not just a different species, but a vampire no less. I'd seen relationships in the past between werewolves and humans, or pixies, or even mermaids. But vampires? That was taboo. 

Once again, me.

      The worst stereotype was the 'moment of recognition'. Discovering your mate in the first place isn't that easy. There's no moment of eye contact where fireworks go off in your head and you both run at each other in slow motion with Whitney Houston playing in the background. 

      I didn't even know it was Kieran at first. When I walked into Art on my first day, I felt something. It's indescribable, but every wolf knows when they feel it what it means, even if they're feeling it for the first time.

     They're nearby.

      But that's all you got. When Mrs Garroway told me to pick a seat, I went to the part of the classroom where the feeling was strongest. Given that Marcella was the only girl there, of course I thought it was her. It didn't help that every time I saw Kieran throughout the day, Cella was with him.