Mates

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It's been a week since I last saw Kye, I had told him that I needed time to think about what he told me. I was a werewolves mate and my whole life I've been taught to hate them.

I was taught that should we see a werewolf we shouldn't ask questions, we should just kill.

I bury my head into my knees, feeling frustrated at the thought of being with a werewolf while my family hunts them.

I got up walking towards my bookshelf taking out my Aunt Tess’s diary, she kept everything she knew about werewolves in this book.

From the creation to the choosing of the alphas and betas to the mating and marking of mates.

“There has to be something in here about hunters and werewolves being mated,” I mumble to myself.

I scan through the pages hoping to find something but I find nothing in the mates' section. I scan further towards how the hunters came to be and read on from there.

‘... there are some rare cases where a werewolf has been mated to a hunter which only ends in tragedy. May 19, 1882; Shyla Wilkens was mated to a werewolf, after leaving her hunter life behind her, the werewolf mated and marked her. Her body rejected the bite causing her to slip into a coma with no way out.

Thomas Elliot became deranged, he searched for years for a witch who could help his mate out of the coma. Thomas agreed to any form of payment.

The witch gave Thomas the opportunity to change human’s and hunters into werewolves by bite.

In exchange for this, Thomas had to give up his mate bond with Shyla and mark the witch.

Thomas took the deal, thinking he could outrun the witch. He had managed to run for five years with Shyla until the witch found him and killed Shyla.

She placed Thomas into a deep sleep, his mind awake for eternity while he grieves for his lost mate…”

I place the book next to me on the bed, my mind swimming with doubts. I can't be with Kye, I can't let what happened to Shyla happen to me, I have my father and brother to think of. They can't lose me after we just lost my mom and aunt.

I shake my head, taking the book and placing it in my backpack,  getting dressed by putting blue high waisted jeans on with a strappy grey crop top with my white sneakers.

I put my hair up in a messy bun and do my make up in a natural hue. I texted Kye to meet me at a nearby diner.

Before Kye had left my party he gave me his number in case I felt I needed to talk, not thinking I'd have to use it so soon. I mentally groan walking downstairs informing my father that I have a few errands to run and I should be back shortly.

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I watched Kye’s eyes narrow as I told him, “What do you mean, your body would reject the bite?” he growled.

I took out the book opening it to the page I just read, “There, it's all in the book. This is all the hunters know about werewolves.”

Kye closed the book, sliding it back into my direction, “This is bullshit and you know it. Why would the moon choose someone for me if it knows that they could possibly reject my mark?” he shout-whispers at me.

Before I could say anything the waiter stopped at our table, he was quite a young guy, he had blonde hair and light brown hair, his face was soft but had an undertone of masculinity, “All ready to order?” he smiles looking down at Kye and me.

His gaze fixed on me, “I’ll have pancakes with cream and berries with water, thank you.” I said handing him my menu.

Looking up at Kye, I can see he is boring holes into the waiter's face. I kicked him under the table causing his gaze to fixate on mine.

“Chilli cheese fries with extra bacon bits crushed on the side, with a bacon cheeseburger and a soda.” his eyes not leaving mine as he hands the waiter his menu.

I break my gaze as I feel a ton of emotions swelling up inside me, “I don't want to end up like this girl Kye.” My voice is small.

He takes my hands in his, causing me to jolt up as sparks and warmth spread across my body, “I would never let that happen to you rosa mea.” {My rose}

I look back at Kye with disbelief, “How do you know that it won't happen to me? I'm a hunter and you are a werewolf, I can't take that chance, Kye.”

Kye let go of my hands sitting back in his seat, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, after a few moments of silence he looked back at me with a small smile, “We will do our own research. All I know is that now that I've found you I can't let you go venatrix.” {huntress}

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Kye had walked me home after we finished our brunch at the diner, I barely knew this guy and I already felt at home around him.

He told me that he would do some research of his own through journals his forefathers left behind.

He wanted to meet up later tonight to discuss what he found which I agreed to.

I walked into my room taking off my clothes and changing into black high waisted gym short with a matching black crop top. I change my hair into two braids and take my bag full of gym equipment.

Even though I skipped this morning's session, I still needed to be trained for two hours. I made my way to the sparing field where Axel was beating some young hunter up. “Didn't your parents teach you to play nice with your friends?” I ask as I place my bag on the floor.

Axel stopped in his tracks, picking up the boy and patting him on the back, “Oh gorgeous, I could recall them telling me to play nice with something.” he said winking at me.

I roll my eyes at him walking past him, towards another partner.

He grabbed my wrist, pulling me flush with him, “I love it when our bodies touch like this, even more, when your perky ass and tits are on full display.” he groans biting his lips.

I pushed him away, slapping him through his face, “The last time I checked I was not a piece of meat, Axel.”

I spent the rest of the afternoon sparing between Axel and another hunter, kicking Axel’s ass every time he had something cocky to say.

At the end of the session, the trainer had to pull me off of Axel because he started grabbing me inappropriately.

The trainer pulled Axel and me aside, telling me to keep my anger in check otherwise he would be forced to suspend me until I ‘chill out’.

“Fine, just keep this fucker away from me! Next time I’m going to sneak into your room and cut your dick off!” I warn before walking off.

“Oh honey, when you see the size of it you'd want to keep it for yourself!” he smirks walking towards his friends.

I shake my head climbing into my car, not wanting to go home right away. I drive towards the secluded part of the lake where I always used to go with my mother.

I park my car in the parking lot and walk towards the lake taking a few pebbles in my hand and throwing it towards the lake.

Watching as the pebbles skip on the water, I sit on the nearby rock and take my mom's letter out.

My darling Ketzia, Happy 22nd birthday.

I know you have a lot of questions but my darling I cannot give them to you. Your Aunt Tess and I were looking into your birth parents and seeing as though you have this letter now, we didn't make it. I made your father promise not to tell you and to give you this letter when the time was right.

Your father and I wanted another child but could not fall pregnant, by the time that we found you, we had already given up hope. The lake where I always used to take you was where we found you. I know this is a lot to take in but your father will have all the answers this letter doesn't.

Your parent's names were Timothy and Roslynn Wildes, they passed away in a brutal murder, somehow you managed to getaway. You had the bracelet on which your father has given to you. Guard it with your life sweetheart, we found that your parents were witches.

Hiding from someone when they were murdered. You might not understand this now, but surrounding yourself and making an alliance with the werewolves is your only way to keep yourself as well as the hunters safe from this ancient beast. We call it a laican, a witch cast a spell on a werewolf which allowed him to change any mortal into a werewolf.

By giving him this ability, she made him stronger than any normal werewolf or alpha. He is looking for revenge on the witch who cast the spell on him. She put him in a deep sleep but the minute those stones came to Clearwater, he woke up. Your aunt and I don't know the real reason behind him seeking revenge, but those stones hold the answers.

Speak to your brother about the alliance rather than your father, don't go looking for answers, my sweetheart. I love you and I wouldn't trade finding you, regardless of what happened, for the world.

Love mom!Xoxo

Eyes swimming in tears, I drop my hands going back to the few keywords which stunned me the most, ‘adopted’, ‘witches’, ‘laican’ and ‘alliance’.

“I’m adopted?” I murmured.

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