Supernova (bxb)

Chapter 3 - Secrets at night

Still no fucking mate. I was getting annoyed at this point. First of all Cecilia was, very unfortunately, right and now I had my fucking birthday tattooed on my wrist and secondly, I just wanted my mate already!! I had thought at least at the ball I could meet her, since there were a lot of daughters from alphas all around the world and maybe she would be one of them, but nope, my mate was nowhere to be found. 

I just wanted what Asher and Riley had. I mean, they still seemed to take it slow and were friends for now or whatever, but I wanted to look at somebody the way my best friend looked at his mate. Like he was the fucking eighth world wonder and made of pure gold. And though Riley wanted to take it slow as well, he too looked at Asher as if he was the best thing to have ever happened to him. I wanted that! I wanted my mate as well, but it had been over a month since my birthday and no mate was in sight yet. 

For Cecilia it was the same, since she also hadn't found her mate yet, but she was a lot cooler about it than I was. Like...she didn't give a shit, apparently. And I mean, she already said she wanted to wait to find that special someone, so she could have some time for herself, but even she had to admit, that what Asher and Riley had and even what our stupid fucking birth givers had, as fucked as they were, you kind of wanted that in your life as well. I mean, as a werewolf it was a natural desire to want your second half, but sometimes you had to wait to find them and I was bad at being patient about it. 

I mean, some wolves never find their mate, because they died long before they were old enough to find you or there just was nobody for you...it happened very rarely, but who said it couldn't happen to me?? Oh what a nightmare, naha, nope, I could not deal with that! I mean sure, I could find, eventually and if I really didn't have a mate, a nice girl for myself and have a relationship with her, but it would never be the same as a mate. Falling in love is nice and all, but a mate...they are your whole world and you literally ca not exist without them. I was starting to grow jealous even of the wolves that got rejected by their mate, because at least they had somebody to love, even if there was no love coming back to them! 

I just wanted to find that one person, that made me complete and happy! And I would make her happy, yeah I would! I had dreamed about this all my life, hell, when I was a kid, I didn't want to play house, I wanted to play mates and then I would run around, making the person pretending to be my mate, happy. Yeah I know, weird, but I just...I wanted that special someone in my life! Who I could protect and fight other wolves for! 

I was currently laying in bed, searching the supernatural web for sites, where mateless wolves could meet and see if they were their one and only. It was kind of like a dating site, though you would immediately know if you were a match by the other's scent and if that was your mate. But most of the people on these sites were like 26 or older...I apparently no other eighteen year old was losing it as much as I did. Fuck...was I really the only one worried?? I mean sure, some people didn't find their mate immediately, but I couldn't bare it, ok?? Why did the moon goddess let me wait for my mate, if she knew that I was an impatient motherfucker?? That's just straight up cruel!

And suddenly, as I was staring at my laptop, sitting on my bed, a shiver ran down my back. What?? Why was that back now?? I...I suddenly got that weird feeling again...the same one I had gotten at the ball last week. Were we getting attacked?? But Asher didn't call for me and there was no alarm...Fuck,  I hated this feeling!! It was as if something was close, something I should be concerned about and see, but I...I just didn't know what it was! Fucking christ, was I getting anxiety now or what??? 

"Calm your tits kid, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.  I mean, I feel it too, but come on, worst case scenario is, that the pack is getting attacked and then we will kill a few bastards, alright? I just don't understand why we keep having this weird feeling! First at the ball and now again? Maybe you are developing one of these modern illnesses...like on the brain" Rush said and I groaned. He was so helpful, sense the sarcasm.