Professor Alexander was at least ten years older than I was. He was the youngest professor in the college, making his age twenty-eight. This meant that he knew I was his mate yet he didn't tell me about it. Was this the reason he hated me? I had many questions for him. Our gaze met and his orbs glinted as if he could hear every one of my thoughts.
“Get to your seat, Lana!” He growled, his voice vicious and mean as always. Quickly, I got up and went to my seat. For a second, I was confused but then I knew that my thought was right. Professor Alexander did not look surprised and he could smell me too. He knew I was his mate. He was probably waiting for me to come off age to reject me. Great, my bad luck extended to my mate. I had never thought that someone was coming to save me anyway. ‘No, he is supposed to save us. He is our only hope out of that house and now he's ignoring us?’ I chuckled because my wolf was different from me. She sounded more feisty, the part of me that had never seen the light of day. “What is your name?” I asked. ‘Well, I have two options. You can either call me Elena or Bella.’ She smiled in the back of my mind and it felt so much better having someone to talk to who wasn't mad or angry at me. “I love Elena. Plus, my name is Lana, it goes together.” She jumped in the back, her excitement bleeding into me, and I laughed out. “Lana, could you share with the class what is funny?” I raised my head and saw Professor Alexander staring back at me. His sapphire eyes were cold as if made of ice. The rest of the class sneered at me, but I was used to that. I just wasn't used to this cold stare from Alexander. He had always dismissed me and showed he didn't like me at all but his stares were never this cold. Perhaps it was, it just hurt more now that I knew he was my mate. My heart constricted, and it felt like it stopped pumping blood. “Are you deaf, Lana?!” He growled at me making me jerk. The class burst out laughing. I wasn't able to say a word, I just stared directly at him. After the class, I made a mental note to ask him some questions. I needed to know the truth. Deep down, I knew. I knew the answer but I wanted to hear it directly from him. A few steps away from me he was, clad in a black suit which was the same color as his wavy hair. Alexander wasn't only the youngest professor in the college, he was also the most handsome man. He walked into a classroom and I followed, stepping in to find him resting against a table, one leg crossed over the other. “You got your wolf?” He asked softly, his arm folded in front of his body. He has an impassive expression. “Yes,” I answered quietly. “So you know, now.” He grabbed his bag, unzipped it, and dipped his hand into it. “You are my mate. You must have known but you never told me.” He paused and looked at me. “I thought it was a mistake at first until the scent became persistent. Now, that you are of age, I can tell you my true feelings. I don't like you, Lana and I never will like you.” He spoke softly like he was saying something so casual yet every word shattered my heart. I didn't know why it hurt so much as if I didn't know the truth the moment I got his scent. He had always hated me. He rebuked me even for the slightest thing. Did I think he was going to accept me as a mate? “You can't reject me,” I said, swallowing. He lifted his head, meeting my eyes. “I will pay you. You can leave the pack and have a better life. Me and you, we can never work.” “I know but you can't reject me. If you reject me my life will crumble. Even if you don't want me, don't reject me.” My lips trembled as I said the words. I was begging to live. Every day I faced hatred in this pack if my mate ever rejected me, I would die. He sighed. “Until when?” He asked. “Until I find my second chance, someone who will help me live and strengthen me.” My vision was blurry from my tears yet I stared into his eyes and I saw them glaze over before he looked away, nodding. “I hope you find them quick enough.” But I knew I would never be able to find anyone. Tears gathered in my eyes and I turned around to not cry in his presence. “That bastard!” My wolf growled in my head, hurt and anger mixed in her tone. There was just one plan for me. I was going to die. Dad didn't like me anyway and I was sure stepmother and Annalise would take care of him. Annalise was my fifteen-year-old younger sister, she loved Dad too and she was different from Lady Tina. Although she was never home. I waited until this time because of my mate. I thought I would be lucky even when I sometimes doubted it. Meeting him now, I realized I had been deceiving myself. He would never love me. Even I didn't love myself. Death was the best option. I was going to say bye to Daddy and die. ‘You are kidding, right?’ My wolf came forward but I ignored her, shoving her back. I had made my decision. Getting home, Lady Tina glared at me. “Why are you so late?” She asked. “I am sorry,” I muttered and walked to the kitchen to begin the preparation for dinner. “The visitor is going to be here soon, be quick with the food preparation!” She walked out of the kitchen. I sighed and brought out the ingredients that I needed. “Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to you…” A gentle voice whispered. I turned around and saw Annalise coming in with a cupcake and one candle on it. My eyes watered as she walked gently toward me. “You are here,” I whispered, my voice throaty. I didn't think she was going to be around. Lady Tina made sure Annalise was never around, occupying her with school activities and training. She nodded, getting to me and stretching the cake to my face. “Blow the candle,” she said. Tears rolled down both sides of my face. I had never been bought a birthday cake mostly because Annalise was never here during my birthday. “Make a wish,” she said. “Don’t cry, I don't want mommy hearing and coming to interrupt.” I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands before blowing on the cake. I closed my eyes to make a wish but nothing came into my head making me realize how much I had lost hope in miracles. I opened my eyes and saw Annalise looking at me. “I missed you so much, sister!” She spread her arms and I stepped into her embrace. “I missed you more.” She could never imagine how much I wish she was here with me. “But, how come you are here? Stepmom never allows you to come home. Even during summer, you are in Luna training school.” “Yes, but Mom said she has something important to say to us. She mentioned we were going to be having a visitor and I needed to be there. Do you know how happy I was when she said so, I jumped all over my dorm like a lunatic.” She laughed and I chuckled, wiping my tears. I couldn't help but wonder who the visitor was for Lady Tina to allow Annalise back home. Who was this visitor?LENA. My wolf was right, it would catch up with me but there was no other way to stop the persistent pain. After losing my mate - killing him- I started to feel a heart wrenching pain in my heart, a burning sensation that spread over. I had to take multiple painkillers to stop it. Yet, this painkillers could slowly kill me because one of the key ingredients was mild wolfsbane. It was never supposed to be overused. Unfortunately, I had to use it twice in one day to reduce the pain. After dinner, I put the kids to sleep. They didn't sleep though, not yet. Isna was staring at me as I read ‘The Napping House’ to them. Israel was playing with his motorcycle toy, gently riding it along his side. He looked like he wasn't interested in what I was reading. “Mom, when are we going to meet daddy?” Isna asked, cutting me short. Shocked, I lifted my head. She was looking at me. Why have they suddenly started to ask about their father? Did someone tell them something? “Maybe because
LENA. I couldn't be mistaken, it was Alexander but how come he had been with Jenny for the longest time. Even before I had my kids. Jenny once told me she was in love with a guy named Xandy. She told me how she fell in love with him. She also mentioned that he was the one I slept with; the father of my kids. Could it be that Xandy was the father of my kids and also Alexander? My mind spiraled at the thought. It couldn't be right. How was it possible? That I had slept with Alexander that night? If I had, then I would have remembered. His scent would have made me aware that it was him. Plus, the pictures and videos showed didn't tally. Alexander went crazy for years and was in the pack, how could he be in videos and pictures with Jenny? It wasn't making any sense. “Then why has Jenny been running from you and who is this new guy?” My wolf asked. I couldn't respond. I was confused as well. Mom returned to the kitchen, she walked over to the kitchen cabinet and she continued to
LENA. ONE YEAR LATER. “Mom,” I heard Isna call me while I was in the kitchen with my mom. Lucia decided that we were family and we shouldn't be apart. I really needed someone hence our relationship was needed. It had been one year since the issue with Jon Murray. We bought a house on neutral ground and I also changed my workplace. The hospital still reminded me of my past. Alexander’s death. It hasn't been easy moving on, I couldn't. Not when every night I had dreams of him. Wet dreams and whenever I woke up, I found my pussy dripping. Lately, I had been feeling weak and I knew it was the death of my mate that caused it. Anyway, Isna ran into the kitchen while mom was preparing lunch and I was working on my laptop. She carried a pink barbie bag which mommy got her the last time she went to Dubai. She got a set of it for Riana’s and Nathan’s children as well. Riana and Nathan are her kids with Jon Murray. They are really nice and they love Isna and Israel so much. We became
LENA. I went with the policemen, unaware of what was going on. When we arrived, they took me to the interrogation room. There was a man in the room and next to him was a woman, almost wailing. She looked sad and her arms were folded over her chest. Her face looked familiar but I couldn't quite place it. Moreover, I was here for something more important. What the hell was going on?“Do you know this man, Lena?” The police man who took me here asked. I stared at the man, his face looked doomed. As if he already knew his fate and was in fact unredeemable. I shook my head. I had never seen him.“This is the man who hired an assassin to get you killed.” “Please stop, my husband would never do such a thing!” The woman cried, and she wiped her tears again. I turned to the police man. “What are you saying?” I asked, exhausted at this time. I just want to be back in my home, prepare dinner before my kids get back from their nanny’s place. He was a black police officer and he looked
LENA. He stopped breathing. Gone. Dead. My mate. I could feel the tether break. I could no longer smell him. I was staring at the corpse of my mate. No. Oh my god. No. What did I do? Why did I kill him? I moved my legs to him and fell next to him. I grabbed his shirt, and lean the side of my head on his chest, to hear his heart. As expected, he wasn't breathing. I had killed him. I paused. And stared at his lifeless body. He was really gone. My mate was gone. Oh no. I killed him. Tears ran down my cheeks. I sat next to him, cupping his cheeks. In this moment, I remembered who he used to be. My teacher. I watched him from afar when he taught. Even before I knew he was my mate, he always stood out to me. He was handsome. Well-spoken. The best. Even when he made me feel small, I still smiled when I thought about him. In those moments, I never thought that a day like this would come. A day when I would stab him with po
ALEXANDER. Lena. I knew Lena. Because Lena was in my room. “Will you find her for me?” She asked, staring at me. “Will. It. Make. Lady. Happy?” I wondered if it was going to make her happy. Forgive me? Smile at me too? How could she, when the monster was right in the back of my mind. And he was ready to make me do more bad things. Bad things are things that makes people sad. I did bad things. “Yes, to an extent,” she replied. “Lena is in. My. Room,” I said. She lifted her head. She was staring at me. Not two seconds. Not three. Not four. But thirty. I counted. “You don't even remember people’s name, how come you know hers?” She asked. Its Lena. Her name, I could never forget. Her name was Lena. She called herself Lena, that day. “I. Am. Sure.” “I don't believe you. Maybe you now know how to lie.” She looked away. “Or you just want me to help you write .” She lifted her eyes and stared at me. It was as if she was picking up something. “I will help you.