Chapter 9 Not Ready to Accept Fate

Cameron's P.O.V

This time, Sarah's laughter was mocking. "Seriously, Cam! Stop making excuses. We're wolves, not robots. We don't malfunction. Besides, Freya looks like a nice girl."

But I shook my head once again. I didn't want it to be true, damnit! I didn't want Freya to turn out to be my mate! We were polar opposites! And to top it all off, she was human! What was the point of me having a human mate when I was the future Alpha?

"Give it time, Cam." Sarah patted my shoulder as she stepped away, in preparation to leave. "Once you imprint on her, you'll forget everything else. Have patience and trust in the will of the Moon Goddess."

With that, she left me standing outside the restaurant as she walked back towards the direction of the parking, probably hoping to catch the rest of the group before they left. I debated on following after her, but decided against it. I waited for Freya instead.

'Take Sarah with you guys.' I told Alex via our mental link. 'She's heading your way.'

'Spotted her already.'

Sighing, I looked up at the starry sky, a thousand emotions crossing my mind at the same time.

My life had been going just fine this entire time. I was the future alpha, the captain of the soccer team and I was going to turn eighteen very soon and find the person that I was going to be spending the rest of my life with. But since yesterday, as soon as I had entered school, I started to get this…alluring scent all over.

The scent wasn't strong, but it was there and unfortunately, it seemed like it was coming from all over the school campus. At first I had tried to ignore it; stopping myself multiple times from following the scent. But it almost felt like the scent was calling to me. It had been driving me crazy since yesterday, but I was holding back with teeth gritting control, because one thing I had been sure of was that the scent hadn't belonged to Sarah, the girl I had a crush on since middle school.

Sarah and I had grown up together, gone through all our troubles together. She knew me like no one else and I had always thought that we were destined to be mates. In fact, it wasn't just me; pretty much the entire pack had thought that I was going to end up with Sarah. But now that I knew the scent wasn't from her…it was driving me crazy.

My wolf on the other hand was dead calm, because it liked the new scent. And surprisingly, Sarah had seemed relieved that I wasn't her mate and had even encouraged me to seek her out; to follow the scent.

It hadn't been until this morning, when I had watched Freya being tripped and fall in math class, that I had found the source of the scent. It was then that my wolf had reacted violently inside my head, filled with protective instincts for a girl I didn't even know. And I just knew that she was my mate…the one girl I was going to be imprinting on as soon as I turned eighteen. It was a gut feeling that I couldn't shake off.

Imprints were a bitch!

We werewolves had no choice when it came to choosing our mates. They were always chosen by the Moon Goddess, and once imprinted; we could no longer be with any other women. We lost interest in everyone almost immediately. No, it didn't mean I was going to fall head over heels in love with her as soon as I saw her, but it meant I couldn't love anyone else but her after the imprint.

Sighing, I got up from the wooden bench next to the park that overlooked the restaurant and saw Freya exiting through the back door with a kid in tow.

'I saw her walking in with a kid before entering the restaurant. Miss Righteous isn't that righteous at all!'

Cindy's voice rang in my ears as I narrowed my eyes at her.

Was it really her child?

He looked to be around five or six years old…wouldn't that mean Freya had to be eleven or twelve when she gave birth? That thought was so ridiculous that I wanted to slap myself.

There was no way that child was Freya's. It must be a cousin or perhaps her little brother? It was the only rational explanation I could think of.

Suddenly, I found that I had started to follow behind them almost involuntarily. I wanted to curse myself for acting like a stalker, but I also couldn't stop following her. So I kept to the shadows and walked behind the two of them for about twenty minutes as they reached a shady area in Belfast Foreside.

The sea shore was only a minute's walk from here on and this area was surrounded by rundown houses that looked centuries old and ready to collapse. Was this really where they lived?

Soon enough, we reached the end of the road and Freya entered the house at the end of the street. It was a tiny house with an attic and broken fencing. The paint was chipped and discoloured and the entire place reeked of despair. Just being this close made me feel uncomfortable.

How could the two of them live here? Where were her parents? What did they do?

So many questions flooded my mind but I didn't have a single answer. The only thing I had though, was this feeling of guilt that overwhelmed every other sense.

As I stared at the house, for the first time in my life, I thought I should get to know the girl who I had never truly known.

And the girl was going to be my mate.