Siren

VIII

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My long and tiresome life has been filled to the brim with anger and despair. Losing my family, the war, my Lena... and in the process, my sanity. These losses cut me deeper than I can fathom, but the loss of my wolf those hundred of years ago was never one of them.

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I loved being a mer-creature from the moment I was transformed. I knew as soon as the idea of becoming a siren was voiced that the process wouldn't allow me to keep my wolf but surprisingly the idea of that felt freeing. My whole life, I never felt connected with my communities rituals or practices.

As soon as Lena posed the question, I pounced at the chance for a new life; especially with these empowered women who were free to make their own choices. Those women became my new family and Lena... well she became the love of my life.

"You know I've never transformed a girl who was already a supernatural, come to think of it I've never met another supernatural who hadn't tried to kill me," she told me, almost questioning.

"Are you sure its nothing to do with those seafolk you all attacked?" I jokingly quipped.

She looked at me for a while then, staring deeper and deeper still into my soul.

"Did you wonder why our song was attracting the other people on board but not you? They were all jumping in after us but I saw you trying to pull them back, you didn't even flinch..."

"I had assumed it had something to do with being a wolf, or even a woman, I guess I never thought deeper than that," trailing off confused, she caressed my cheek; a habit of hers towards me.

"My dearest, it's because you're pure. Our song only attracts those with ill intentions and a wicked heart. Of course, it's mostly men, they are the ones who are able to get away with such things. It was the sirens who decided to save you, they saw your aura, the purest white, like an angel. In a sea of lust and greed, you were a beacon of light. I almost thought them exaggerating but when you're here with me, I don't need to see auras to see your heart. Drusilla I-"

I couldn't take anymore, as I broke off her speech with a kiss, I felt free for the first time in my entire life. I guess that's what love feels like.

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"Okay yes I admit, I was not born a human, my parents were werewolves."

The chaos that erupted from that one small sentence was impressive. First, there was a slap across my cheek, from that principal whose name I had already forgotten. Second, a stunned Sebastian had her pinned against the wall by her throat, saying something about ripping it out, or maybe he said sipping; I guess either would make sense. Then there was Alpha Sinclair pacing across the room and back again, the cogs in his head turning a mile a minute.

Lastly was the pup.

My supposed mate.

What in the f&^k was going on?

He was caressing my cheek, the way she used to. He was saying something to me softly, fortunately, it was going in one ear and out the other, I couldn't care less about what he has to say. Truth be told, I'm still not 100% certain this wasn't some bad joke.

I spent my whole childhood hearing about how a mate feels, I saw it first hand, hell, I experienced the love that comes with a mate. The love that would make you do anything to make sure they were happy. The love that squeezes your heart whenever you're with them cause they are just so perfect. The love that would kill you when it's over.

I look at this boy, Alexander I think, and I feel none of that. Not even a little. I will myself to feel, even just a smidge, but nope, nothing. Wait, why are his hands still on me?

I don't say anything to him as I push him off, striding over to Seb and pulling him away from the principal. He drops her and shields himself in front of me, all while grabbing my hand and squeezing tight. That's what I'm talking about, even looking at the back of his head makes me feel warm. Mates are impossible for our kind, yet we have a deeper connection than the wolves who base their whole lives around the concept. Funny that.

Taking my eyes away from my husband, I can see the other three people in the room looking at us, disgust from the principal, anger from the alpha, and jealousy from the pup. Oh boy, why is this my life right now? I just know I'm gonna be in for a long day in this office.

Despite the fact that I'm over two centuries old, what happened next was perhaps the most surprising thing that's ever happened to me.

"Sebastian, you have your AP history and Drusilla, you have your first biology lesson. I suggest you don't be late." And with that, Alpha Sinclair left the room.

Uhmm, what?