The Alpha's Indian Mate

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

Drew's POV

Mornings were never my favourite time of day. In fact there was no time of day that particularly enticed me.

So when my alarm clock shrieked for the second time today, I smacked my fist down on it. The action efficiently shut the thing up but it did result in a mess of broken plastic and glass strewn across my bedroom floor.

After showering and getting dressed I sauntered downstairs, sidestepping people here and there as I went. Though there were many perks of being an Alpha's son there were a few downfalls. Those included living in a house that was as accessible for a pack member as a library for a nerd.

Just as I entered the kitchen in search of food I felt something wet drop with an audible SPLAT on my hair.

Scowling, I looked up with a snarl, knowing full well who the bastard was.

"Well, well if it isn't my pretty-boy brother down there looking like a drenched cat"

I clenched my teeth fighting the wolf within me. If I relented and gave in to my wolf the only good that would come out of it was a scrap of cloth that once resembled clothes.

But knowing this too it was extremely hard holding on to my wolf. Saying the words werewolf and cat in the same sentence was not the best way to greet a cranky teen werewolf in the morning, especially after drenching him in water.

Instead I used my speed to sprint back up the stairs and attack my brother. But before I could do anything remotely painful to his innocent face, the sound of my mother's voice approached us and we froze in mid attack.

"What did I say about fighting, boys?"

"We weren't fighting mom. Drew was just hugging me, weren't you Drew?"

I raised my eyebrows and shot him a look.

What? Could you have thought of anything better? He scowled back.

He mind linked me separately so that our mother couldn't hear. It was pretty pointless considering that she had already seen through the pathetic lie my twin brother had invented.

Actually yes.

I snapped back at him.

Before he could form a retort he was interrupted by my mother who simply rolled her eyes and smiled like it was something she found funny.

"Don't bother lying to your mother Victor. And get that hair of yours dry, Drew! You look like you took a swim in the lake"

"Oh and breakfast is ready"

She added before disappearing downstairs. I shot one last glare at my brother before sprinting after her.

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The second I arrived at school in my BMW I knew something was amiss. The air felt like static before a thunderstorm.  I parked in my usual space, reserved especially for me, and stepped out of my car only to be hounded by a group of seniors.

I liked the attention and the girls. It made up for the numerous other downfalls I'd been dealt or as my sweet brother would sayboosted my already sky high ego. He particularly didn't approve that I slept around with some of these girls; girls who weren't my mate.

In a way I was ashamed that I gave in to my desire, so much so that I gave up on waiting for my mate. It didn't help that Victor was still waiting. 

With a sigh of resignation I hoped that whoever she was she would give me a chance before running, screaming for the hills.

"So, Drew" 

Susan's voice attacked my eardrums as she twirled a lock of dark hair in between her fingers, trying to be seductive - it might have worked if I was drunk out of my mind but today I just wanted to stew in my thoughts and she wasn't helping matters.

"What do you want Susan?" I demanded as I pulled away, suddenly feeling the need to be alone and away from my mess of a life.

"Why weren't you at the party last Saturday? I wore your favourite dress..."

She bent towards my ear and added

"...the blue strapless one"

Giving her a lame excuse about football practise, I strolled away from her and my car towards a familiar guy standing next to his car flirting inconspicuously with a pretty blonde girl. As I advanced both he and she turned around, startled by my presence.

"Well, well, well who do we have here?"

I greeted them as I focused on the girl who seemed to be blushing as I scrutinised her face trying to figure out who she was.

"This is Ruby, my girlfriend" He shot me a glare.

I picked up on the protective tone in Jack's voice and I smiled.

"Found your mate, have you Jack?"

I asked even though it was obvious by the way he shot me a dangerous look that could kill.

"Uh...I don't understand. Mate?"

Pretty Blondie said with a frown on her face. I nodded and winked at her.

"You know, the term we cool kids use for friend"

I replied. I could feel the anger radiating from my best friend.

"Drew, get lost"

He continued to shoot me daggers and I shrugged and left him in his personal paradise. Today was starting to show signs of another yawn worthy day in Jackson High school, excluding the fact that my best friend had found his mate and I was now the only mate-less guy in my circle of close friends - not that I minded. I wasn't one for cheesy romances and even if I was the chances of my mate ever accepting all of me was laugh inducing.

Just as I passed the school's main reception I came to an abrupt halt as if I had knocked into a stone wall. My senses were firing away and I took a deep breath, my nose up in the air.

A strange out of place smell was attacking my senses and I couldn't place it. Being a wolf meant I knew almost every human and wolf scent I'd come into contact with but this was something else, it was something new. Probably a new student or teacher, I thought dismissively as I carried on my way.

Thanking the high heavens that I was in an empty part of the school and no one had seen my brief lapse in ordinary behaviour I took another deep breath. The bewitching scent reminded me of oranges - strange, I'd never been a fan but somehow it was growing on me. My heart began to pound as it grew stronger and stronger until the door of the main reception few open and a tsunami hit me like I was some poor island. I felt like some poor island. My insides were completely flooding with sensory overload.

I was brought abruptly out of my reverie when I felt something, or rather someone bump into my chest and I instinctively reached out with my arms to catch them from tumbling down to the stone floor. My hands met soft skin. My nose burnt with the heavenly fragrance. My eyes met a strange sight.

In my arms was a short girl with curly black hair, tan skin and eyes the colour of chocolate. As I peered into those eyes: a concoction of dark brown and black, a lock clicked open in my mind and I suddenly held onto her tighter. She was no random stranger.

She was my mate.

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