I Am Me (Book Two): Fate Is Wrong

Chapter 2: What kind of love?

Forsooth, 'tis our best friend turned lover, represented by yon actor, Henry Cavill....I don't know. Here's our Eduardo Deacon. Enjoy.

Eduardo's POV

Here we are. Everything is gathered together. I finished my day working in the Pack kitchen and have collected all that we planted at the farm. My parents farm. Passed along by my grandfather to my father and will later be mine should I want it. To grow my own crops, to take care of my own livestock, to raise a family for them to have full lives filled with happiness and prosperity. With a nice shifter to be there every step of the way. I get up early to work, leaving my father and mother to tend to the farm and when I get home, I get whatever is too much for them done. They are reaching up there in years though. Soon, they will no longer be capable of tending to the livestock, will have to try smaller vegetation, and I will have to take there place for renovations.

It's mine to some day do what I wish with. I've always anticipated attaining it if I'm honest. To think, my childhood full of wonder and happiness on this farm, in this village, will be mine. I've already started to expand the farmhouse to be longer and bigger than a two-story. I want to make mansion, yes. I want so much for myself and my future family, whomever they may be. And I hope that the person I'm doing this for becomes my partner in this. Yes, it is all for someone else. In the luxury of our world, will happen here, with him. Only him. Something even my wolf agrees on. As strange as it is, my wolf believes we don't need the fated mate that is perfectly compatible, which is all kinds of strange since it is our base instinct to search for that one to spend the rest of our lives with. But I don't need that because of already found that someone. They don't draw me into them with their scent, their voice doesn't soothe my soul, and their eyes are not the endless abyss to get lost in. 

This one is different. This is not my True Mate. This is not the one fate chose for me, to perfectly get along with my personality. No, this is a one-sided love. I serve them. When I inherit this soon to be kingdom of my own, I'm gonna get down on my knees, not one knee, both of my knees, and propose to them with this as my giant engagement ring, along with the real deal. When I marry them, it will be the wedding they prefer, no matter if it's extravagant, or simple. My parents hired household servants to help with the farm since o don't live with them at the moment. No, I live wherever he is. They call me 'master', but in my heart, I call him the master who enslaved my heart. To do with as he pleases, whenever he pleases, however he pleases, even with whoever he pleases, so long as he doesn't let me go.

I'm obsessed. I know. I'm sick, for wishing to be in an unhealthy relationship. To throw my every right of free-will if it were to please him. To submit myself totally to his word, no matter how much I wish he would think of me first. To his credit, he has done me no wrong and won't hesitate to put it all got the side to see if I'm okay. That's not why he's here though. He is here to show me his love, like he does every day. 

He is not my True Mate and I couldn't care less. It is a one-sided love that I wish went both ways or one way this day and the other way for another day. But I won't leave to have a no-sided relationship with loneliness. I serve them. I was their when we were but young and foolish. 

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11 Years ago.....

At the age of 10, we were nearing our birthdays. Yes, we were born on the same day by different people, at different places, at different times. Just a day is what we share. Just a smile is what he gives, happy wishes for me, and if it requires, a hug. I savor all of them. I felt nothing for him the first day we met in school. He changed my with one sentence.

"Come with me to my secret place."

I don't know why, but I followed. We walked. He stops when a ball rolls to us, he kicks it back to whoever lost it. We pass a house, he catches the dog for the companion of an old woman who has not long left in this world and returns it home. We stop at his home, asks to go to his secret place, known only to his mother and later me. His chores were done early in the morning to begin with so that he has his day. I saw him as strange for it. He takes a bag filled with snacks and water. I smell beta all over him. It is interesting for a beta because he doesn't smell as clean as the other betas. He smells like the forest, which I've come to find that he spends most of his time there. What could he possibly do for so long all our childhoods?