Mated To a God ✔️

///fun times///

I try to move out of the persons hold but they stop me from running anymore. I scream into the persons chest and cry. "let go! Let go of me!"

"Hey. Calm down." Xander? I look up and cry. His hands hold my arms and I struggle out of his grip. "Calm down!" He barks at me. I close my eyes and shake my head. I keep shaking it as Xander continues holds me down. Tears run down in streams on my cheeks and I shake my head hard.

"Hey. Look at me." I look up and Xander study's my eyes. "What the hell is wrong?" My lip quivers as I try to talk.

Their disappointed in me. When my dad hears what I did to win. He'll hate me. He would rather have me dead than win by a kiss. My mom won't do anything cause of dad.

I'm having a fucking panic attack because my dad left?

Xander picks me up and speeds us to a near by pond. Setting me on a rock, he rips off the sleeves of his newly found shirt. He gets one wet to wipe my face and uses the other drys my face. I sniff as he brings the cloth to my face.

He sits next to me and looks down. "Now. What's wrong? Why'd you freak out and run?" He asks me. He was genuinely asking me why, nothing angry or sarcastic in his voice for some reason. I don't know him really as the guy who is like this, everyone knows him as an angry guy.

"My d-dad...he left." He squints at me, "So?" I look up at him.

"So? So my dad left because he thought I would lose. When you tackled me in the first two minuets my dad shook his head and stared daggers into me before leaving. They think I'm dead right now. So, I am a disappointment to them now. I won in a dishonorable way and, and I don't want to be a disappointment anymore. I am a human, and that's enough for my dad to turn the shoulder on me. My siblings were perfect until they all screwed up somehow, and then there's me. I don't want to be a disappointment" I say. I whisper the last part.

He sighs and dips his head down. "your not a disappointment. Trust me." He says.

"What?"

"My parents hated me as a kid. Believe it or not." I look up at him.

"My dad put me through intensive training as a kid. Mom didn't care."

"Is that why your stone cold as an alpha?" I say. He looks at me with a glaring look and shrugs. "Sure." A small smile cracks my face.

"But your a god? What did your parents do then?"

"Hated me more. Thought I shouldn't have been a god." I sigh looking down as he talks. "I ended up killing them." He says. I look up again and my eyes grow wide.

"What?"

"When I was given my strengths, I went haywire. My mind was basically hazed, I didn't know what I was doing at first. It happens with any gods transformation, they insert all the feelings of what they control. Do you know what I am the god of? Battle and blood. Hence the hybrid thing. When I first killed someone I had the blood on my hands. I was blinded by the power and I killed the people who made my life miserable. That's why I have the most powerful pack, cause I'm a battle machine. I don't care when it comes to killing. I realize that if someone is going to hurt me or my family and pack, I'm just gonna hurt them more. And that's what I do"

I took a moment to let that sink in, he didn't have control at first, then he just didn't care? "You just don't take shit anymore." I say. He nods.

"Don't take shit from your folks." He says. "But... don't be like me." I smile, making Xander smile again. I like his smile, it's nice.

"Xander? If you don't trust people why would you tell me about your parents and your strengths?" I ask. He looks down at me and stands up.

"I...I guess I trust you." He says while shrugging and looking at my eyes. I squint before looking down again at the rocks, a small smile tugging at me.