Chapter 2

                   

Misty (Brandon's mate)

I found my mate a few days ago. It was a regular day of me just coming into the restaurant for work and there he was, just sitting there. 

An alpha male, I'm mated to an alpha male. 

Most females hope to be mated to an Alpha, but not me. I was never picky about the mate I would get. I just wanted to meet my mate and be happy like everyone else and there he was my alpha male. 

I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do next. Was I suppose to go up to him? Was I suppose to wait for him to come up to me? I didn't know. I was stuck there just staring at the back of his head as he ate.

I saw the moment he realized I was there. I saw how he suddenly froze, Acknowledging my presence. I stood there, watching him glance over his shoulder at me, before pulling his hood over his head. I just stood there, not knowing what would happen next.

He said something to the female he was with, before standing up.

My heart started to race and I got those butterflies in my stomach as I watched my mate make his way towards me. I had waited for the day that I found my mate and now that day had come. 

But instead of him stopping, he kept his head down, covered with his hood and walked past me, leaving out the restaurant as if I was nothing to him. As if I wasn't even standing there.

I felt this pain in my chest, that nearly knocked me to my knees as I watched him walk away from me. 

The female that he was with looked at me as she passed, and I started to wonder did he love her instead, but I saw that she was human and carried another male’s mark on her neck. 

I stood there watching with watery eyes as he drove away. 

Ever since that day things haven't been the same for me. I've cried myself to sleep every night since that day, wondering what did I do wrong.

Why did he not want me? 

Was I not pretty enough for him?

Was I not what he expected his mate to be?

What did I do wrong?

These questions have been playing over and over in my head since that day. 

My days have become dull and meaningless. All I want to do is lay in bed and cry as I hurt inside, knowing my mate doesn't want me, but I have to force myself to carry out my normal day to not bring attention to myself. 

I have to force myself to get out of bed and go to work because I'm too ashamed of my family or others from the pack to know that my mate doesn't want me. I'll become the talk of the pack. Everyone will pity me. I'll have to watch as all my friends find their mates, while I sit and watch, knowing I will never have that. I'll never have a mate to love me. 

I wipe my tears away as I force myself to get out of bed, knowing if I just lay in bed all day the way I want to then my family will start to ask questions that I don't want to answer.

After I shower, I get dressed and leave the house heading to work. 

Nothing really seems to matter much to me now. All I feel is this sadness inside. All I want to do is cry all the time. I think the hardest part is not knowing why he doesn't want me. Not knowing why he just walked away from me like I was nothing. 

I pull into the parking lot of the restaurant and wipe away the tears that constantly stain my face now throughout the day. I take in a calming breath, pretending to be my normal happy self. All I do is pretend now when all I feel is sadness inside.

I head inside and force myself to go about my day.

I constantly look over at the booth where he sat and ate. I didn't get to see his face, but the image of the back of his head has been branded into my mind. 

The intoxicating scent of his alpha dominance had lingered in the air long after he had left, but eventually, all the different scents that come into the restaurant had managed to slowly chase his scent away. 

Once his scent had faded away, I knew that would probably be that last evidence of him I would come across. All I have now is the mental image of the back of his head and the memory of him walking away from me like I was nothing. 

I take in a calming breath, stopping the tears from spilling out as I take down the customer's order. 

I know I'm not the best person, but I'm a pretty good individual. I don't know what I could have done to deserve this. Why would the goddess give me this fate? All I ever wanted was to find my mate and be happy. 

I drag myself over to the next customer to take down her order. 

"What will you be ha-" I stop when I see the females face. She's the female that was here with my mate. 

"I Don't have much time to explain things." She reaches up, grabbing my pen and pad out of my hand. "He's not a bad person despite the things he has done. Just don't judge him before getting to know the good guy he is." She says as she writes something down on the note pad. 

"He's stubborn and He'll probably try to push you away, but don't give up on him. He really needs you. You'll find him at this address." She hands me back the note pad and pen.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused about everything she just said.

"I have to go." And just like that she gets up and leaves, leaving me standing here lost.

I look down at the address on the note pad, before ripping the paper out and fold it, sliding it into my pocket.

Once my shift end, I sit outside in the parking lot looking at the address on the paper, trying to build up the confidence to go there to him.

I want to go to him, but I'm nervous and a bit scared. It's clear that he doesn't want me, so I'm sure he doesn't want me to come looking for him. Maybe if I can just get him to tell me why he doesn't want me, then I can stop wondering why. I doubt that will make things any better, but at least I'll know why I'm not good enough for him.

I head to the address that the female gave me, taking me downtown to one of those big expensive condo buildings. 

I drive down to the parking garage and just sit here for a few minutes, too nervous and scared to actually go up to the condo number that's on the paper. Will he be angry that I've come here?

Those same questions start to play over and over in my mind.

Why does he not want me? 

Am I not pretty enough for him?

Am I not what he expected his mate to be?

What did I do wrong?

I want to know why. 

I didn't even get to see what he looks like, I want to see him. I want to put a face to my mate and not just have the image of the back of his head. 

I take in a calming breath, pushing the nervousness and fear away, forcing myself to get out of the car. I walk over to the elevator and press the 10th floor as the elevator doors are closed. 

As I watch the numbers change, getting closer and closer to the floor he's on, this nervousness and fear start to bubble back up, not knowing what's going to happen. I don't want to upset him, but I want to see him. I need to know why he doesn't want me. 

Once the elevator doors open, I step out and look down the long corridor. 

I start walking, forcing myself not to turn away and leave. Once I get to the condo number on the paper, I take in one last calming breath before knocking on the door. 

I stand here nervously tapping against the side of my leg, waiting for someone to answer.

I slightly jump when I hear the sound of the doorknob jiggling from the other side, signaling that someone was about to open the door. 

My nervousness spike and my legs turn into straws, feeling like they'll give away any second now. 

When the door opens, the dominance of his intoxicating scent hits me, pulling at me to come closer. 

He just stands there for a second looking at me, 

then a deep frown creeps onto his face, but I'm unable to look away. All I'm able to do is stare at those scars, h-he have been marked. 

"How did you find me?" His words come out with a low growl.

"I...I...." My mouth opens and closes like a fish, as my voice gets caught in my throat, unable to pull my eyes away from those claw marks that's covering his face. 

"Leave and don't come here again." And with that, he closes the door. 

I stand here just staring at the door, not knowing what to do now, so I do the only thing I can and walk away.

He has been marked as a dishonorable male.