I Hate My Mate

I Hate My Mate

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*Beep beep beep* the sound of the familiar machine next to me. The hospital. Ugh. I should be dead. A tear slid down my face before I turned to face the people next to me. Tate was sleeping in an uncomfortable looking hospital chair and Seth was seated next to him, slumped in the seat, sleeping. He looked so cute when sleeping. NO. I can't think that. I hate him. I hate my mate. Why me? Why do I have to get the terrible mate? I wish Tate were my mate. Just then Seth stirred in his sleep and he awoke, eyes sleepy until they darted to me and he shot out of the chair and ran up next to me. He reached out his hand to try and cup my cheek but I swatted his hand away like the pest he is. There was a prominent look in his eyes. Hurt. soul mate noun a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. In the werewolf world, there are soul mates, better used in term as Mates. Mates are put together by the moon goddess, a deity all werewolf's believe in. Ever since they met, future Alpha Seth Harris has loved Cecilia, but he hid those feelings to save himself for his mate, which he would find at the age of 18. He covered up his true feelings throughout high school by bullying her, not knowing she was in fact his future mate. When his birthday strikes and he finds out that his lifelong love is his mate, he's ecstatic. But, there's just one problem. She hates him. Will Cecilia always hate her mate, or will she learn to love him? What will happen to the destined couple?
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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