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60: LUKE DANE RAVENSTONE
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The Mate Agreement 61: SECRETS
“Hello, little brother.”Of course. He towers over William with a few inches, but despite the scar and the white eye I assume is blind, they still look alike. However, his brother looks scary; cruel and cold in a way that makes you want to stay as far away from him as possible, but I stand my ground, if out of anything, I’m driven by curiosity.William’s jaw grinds shut like it might snap at any moment. “Why are you here?” He demands, glaring daggers at his brother.Luke raises an eyebrow mockingly. “No warm welcome for me, I suppose?”“Answer the fucking question.” William spat.Something sinister flashes in his stone cold eye, along with the slightest flicker of anger. “Watch your tongue.” He growls out in warning, his tone deepened, careful, and controlled. “If you will not respect me as your brother, you’ll respect me as your alpha.”William continues to glare at him, but says nothing and instead draws in a slow, steady breath.Luke sighs, tipping his head back in a fast show of f
Last Updated : 2023-06-21The Mate Agreement 62: GLASS VASE
Minutes pass. An hour passes. The whole of eternity could have began and ended as I crouched there, cradling my head, feeling like it might explode at any moment. But then when my legs start to go numb, I stand up and walk to my dorm room cause I don’t know what else to do.He’d lied. He’d kept secrets. He’d killed his father; shot him in the head. But why? How? When? I had so many unanswered questions, so many complicated emotions ravaging my brain. Do I even know William at all? Did I ever?What if he is a bad person and all this while had been—No.I remember the person that had taken care of me when I was sick. I remember the person I’d taken the bus ride back; how safe I felt next to him, holding his hand or listening to a song together. I remember the person I’d played chess with, then kissed. It can’t all be fake, can it?I swallow the lump in my throat.When I get to my room, Wilma and mom are there, standing side by side and pouring over Wilma’s true crime map. Thankfully, Ev
Last Updated : 2023-06-22The Mate Agreement 63: HEROES AND VILLIANS
(William Ravenstone’s POV)(EIGHT YEARS AGO)I stir awake from a slumber I don’t remember slipping into. I’ve slumped in my study chair, the math textbook on my table still opened to the homework I have due tomorrow morning. I’m cold.I sit up in the chair and sigh. This is the third time I’ve fallen asleep in the span of an hour. And although I’m used to it at this point, my narcolepsy still impairs the way I function to an uncomfortable degree.Well, it could be worse. Luke claims mine isn’t even that bad. There were narcoleptics that dropped asleep up to forty to sixty times per day, or more. The most I’d dozed off in a day is twenty-nine times. I’m not scared of falling asleep —I used to be, but not anymore. Now I’m more scared of what I might wake up to.I get to my feet and shuffle over to the windows I’ve left open. Outside, the wind is howling, the rain falling with a vengeance. I stare out at the fountain, at the marble statue of Ares; the Greek god of war in the center, donn
Last Updated : 2023-06-23The Mate Agreement 64: LETTER
I rush to William.When I’m closer, I notice he’s not actually still, but trembling slightly, and I recognize the clutches of sleep paralysis. His eyes are terrified and his gaze is glued to the ceiling above. Although this too is horrible, relief floods my system because at least it’s not the unthinkable I was thinking of.I shake his shoulder, waking his body up.He shoots upright, clutches himself tightly, wrapping his hands around his stomach, eyes screwed shut tightly. “What have I done?” He mutters repeatedly, trembling, still somewhat disconnected from reality. “What have I done?”“Shh.” I shush him, patting his cheek before pulling him to me and wrapping my hands around him.He clings to me tightly, shivering.I rub soothing circles on his back, glancing down at the pill bottles on the floor worriedly. Did he overdose? It doesn’t look like it. It looks like he had knocked them over by mistake instead. Still, the dread and worry makes my stomach churn.I pat his back, rocking h
Last Updated : 2023-06-24The Mate Agreement 65: EVERY STORY NEEDS A DRESS UP MONTAGE
I wake up the next day to the good news that Miss Valerie will be evaluating the rest of our Mate 101 scores based on our interactions with our mates during the school trip. It’s basically a guarantee that I have passed the class with flying colors, but the good news does little to lift the cloud of gloom I’ve slept and woken up with. Evin tells me the school management are in a hurry to graduate us, eager to usher in another set of students. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Just a month ago, I’d been sick of this whole school, and dying to graduate so I could return to my pack house. Now, I’m not so sure I want to leave. I’m not so sure I’m ready to leave. I don’t even want to get out of this bed. “It’s two in the afternoon already.” Evin says, wiggling her feet into black knee-high boots, before standing up and smoothing down the sequin mini-dress she’s wearing. This is the third time she’d come back to the dorm room to change her outfit for the portfolio photos
Last Updated : 2023-06-24The Mate Agreement 66: PROM IT UP
Time flies by quicker than I could grasp.We’d stayed in Bonnie’s Boutique until it was almost sundown the previous day, but I ended up finding the perfect dress. Or at least what both Wilma and Bibah agreed was the perfect dress. To me, it seemed a little too much for prom.By the time we got back to school, I was too exhausted to do anything else, so I crashed into bed and welcomed the slumber. Early the next morning, Evin woke me up to remind me that today was my last chance to get my academic bearings properly done; transcripts, reports, and the official college application recommendations for those of us with the intention to pursue higher education.So while the rest of the seniors bubbled with excitement and counted down the few hours until prom, I went from one administrative office to another, getting everything for my graduation ready. But I liked it, because it took my mind off things I didn’t want to think about. Like William Ravenstone. Mostly.It had been more than twent
Last Updated : 2023-06-25The Mate Agreement 67: FRAGMENTS OF MY SOUL
I slip out of the ballroom.My feet hurt from dancing in heels, so I kick off the red shoes and hold them in my hand as I make my way outside. I can hear the soft bass of Wildest Dream by Taylor Swift playing back inside, and it’s so hauntingly beautiful hearing the bridge out in the hallway that I’m tempted to go back in.But I’m too sad. My heart feels too heavy.And the sound of the downpour of rain outside pulls me.The wind is howling, swaying the branches of the trees in the distance. I take a deep breath; a lung-full of the scent of rain on sand. I step into it, barefoot in the grass, my silk dress trailing behind. Craning my head up towards the sky, I feel every raindrop on my skin, eyes closed lips slightly parted. It’s magic. It’s comfort. It’s peace. It’s perfect. Almost. I unpin my hair and shake it, flinging droplets of rain.I can still hear the soft echoes of the song from the ballroom, and like a mad woman, I begin to twirl barefoot in the rain, dancing, crying, singing
Last Updated : 2023-06-26The Mate Agreement 68: GRADUATION
I stand near the school gates, tapping my foot. My black heels sink a little into the damp earth with each movement, causing me to stumble slightly here and there. I keep my gaze on the gate with rapt attention and laser focus, impatiently waiting.I glance down at my phone. No calls, just a message from Bibah telling me to get back to the hall, that graduation is now in full swing. I dial my mom’s number.I look back to the gates again, chewing my bottom lip. My mother is running thirty minutes late. But that isn’t all. She always, always answers her phone, but this is the twelfth time I’ve called, each going to voicemail.I wait for the beep as the call goes to her answering machine. Her voice floods my ears for the twelfth time, mechanical and formal.*Camille here, leave a message.*“Mom, where are you?! It’s starting already. Call me back as soon as you get this, please.” I say, then sigh and end the call, hoping she’s just in a place that had little or no service.I tuck the pho
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The Mate Agreement 110: THE END
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The Mate Agreement 109: PREMONITIONS OF CHAOS
The mountain top stretches out before us, bathed in the silvery glow of the moonlight. Jagged rocks and hardy shrubs dot the landscape, offering scarce cover. The air is crisp and thin, carrying with it a sense of anticipation. A veil of darkness conceals the treacherous precipices that lie beyond the edges.My heart races as we stand on the precipice, the night sky a blanket of twinkling stars above. The wind whispers of secrets yet to be revealed, as William's gaze scans the vast expanse. This was the kind of place he used to love—a rooftop under the sky.His eyes narrow, a flicker of recognition passing over his features, like a spark trying to ignite a long-dormant memory. I hold my breath, hoping that this moment will be the catalyst, the key to unlocking the past he's lost.Before my thoughts can fully settle, a guttural shout splits the air, shattering the tranquility. My head snaps towards the disturbance, and my heart lurches as seven figures emerge from the shadows, armed wi
The Mate Agreement 108: MOTORBIKE
“Are you sure this is the place?”“Absolutely.” I whisper back at William, uneasily glancing around the empty expanse of the beach. It feels like we’re about to break into a bank and steal cash. “Unless she invited me for breakfast in a friend’s apartment, then I guess we’ll be knocking on a strangers door.” I add in a rush of huffed out breath.William looks skeptic. “Isabe-”I step forward and press the ringer, cutting off William’s words. Time had passed us by while on the boat, and now it’s past the normal curfew of the resort. The demarcated areas outside the resort -including the mountain we’d impulsively decided to go to- were now closed off for the day. Since Tamie has been here her whole life and her family owns the resort and I somewhat feel as if we’re friends now, I thought that maybe asking for her help would be a good idea.Silence continues to answer me.“Mochi definitely came out of here.” I mutter, frowning at the whole modern shack like it had personally offended me.
The Mate Agreement 107: SPEEDBOAT DINNER
“Maybe we should call it a win win and stop here.” I suggest, leaning back as the last few chuckles escape me, my laughter finally subsiding.William raises a triumphant eyebrow as he rearranges the chess pieces back to their normal starting formation. “Giving up already?” He taunts, smirking.“You wish.” I reply, rolling my eyes before sighing. “I’m just tired of staring at the pieces.”We have been playing cheating chess since after breakfast when I got back to the suite from my conversation and walk with Tamie. William had brought his chess board along from the pack estate, and had suggested we play it, in hopes that he might remember something again. There has been no luck in that area, but at the very least, we’ve had an unexplainable amount of fun as the hours flew by. We fixate on morals of the game, creating new rules, and finding more ridiculous ways to justify breaking the classical rules of chess.The sun is setting now, painting our beach-side view of the window a brillian
The Mate Agreement 106: LUCKY GIRL
The very next morning, I wake up early, get out of the ball dress I ended up sleeping in, and took a quick shower, changing into more comfortable beach shorts and a loose tank top.When I leave the bedroom, William is still curled up in the sheets, sleeping. I call the room service and other an elaborate breakfast, hoping to return the heartwarming gesture he had done to me when we got here.Out of the breakfast of waffles, fruits, and a jug of a fancy cocktail blend fresh from the Island’s own produce, I only manage a single waffle before leaving the suite and closing the door softly behind me.Now, where the heck do I start looking for Tamie?I go out to the beach, taking the trail where William and I had first seen her walking her Pekingese dog. Well, more like where we saw her dog about to drown and rescued him.It’s a sunny day, the sand warm as the soft, fine grains slip in and out my flip flops. The ocean’s waves laps eagerly at the shore, and I squint into the far distance, in
The Mate Agreement 105: YOU’RE KINDA HOT WHEN YOU NAG
Leaving the chaotic ballroom behind, we retreat to the quiet safety of our room. The tension of the night still lingers between us, though now it's wrapped in a cocoon of slight awkwardness.William doesn’t say anything, still steaming with remnants of his anger, and neither do I, as we enter the bedroom and he shrugs off his jacket. I notice a few specs of blood staining the front part of his white shirt.“You shouldn’t have done that.” I sigh, retrieving a first aid kit from a nearby drawer, sitting him down at the edge of the bed and gently begin tending to the cut on William's lip, my touch both soothing and reproachful.He winces at the disinfectant that touches the small split flesh where the silver rings had made impact."Oh, now you can feel pain?" I chide softly, dabbing the wound with an antiseptic swab. "Stop being such a baby. I know you were defending me, but there are better ways you could’ve handled the situation."Like poisoning the bastard.Or gutting him in a dark al
The Mate Agreement 104: LOST TO WHIMSY
We spend the rest of the night and the following day simply talking and exploring. William asks a lot of questions about our time in Acadia Academy, and I try my hardest to answer him to the best of my ability, although none of my answers end up triggering his memory.Soon, the night of the ball arrives.Preparing for the ball is a whirlwind of anticipation and excitement. The vibrant energy that courses through me is infectious as I carefully choose my attire for the evening; my makeup already done and my hair painstakingly pinned up into an updo. The dress, a delicate masterpiece of flowing midnight blue silk, shimmers with an iridescent glow in the soft light of our suite. Its off-shoulder neckline adds a touch of elegance, and the intricate lacework along the bodice and hem hints at the craftsmanship that went into its creation. With every twirl in front of the mirror, I feel like a character from a fairytale.I don’t even remember when I bought the dress.The air is electric as I
The Mate Agreement 103: IMMERSED
I gradually stir from my peaceful slumber, the room cast in a gentle twilight as the sun dips below the horizon.I yawn.How long have I been asleep?As I stretch and sit up, I notice a beautifully arranged plate of dinner on the nearby table and a goofy smile overtakes my face. William must’ve kept it there for me. I glance around the bedroom and the living room for the second time, looking for him, but I don’t spot him anywhere.Where did he go?My stomach rumbles in response to the inviting aroma of the garlic butter stake and potato skillet, and I find myself savoring the delicious flavors as I sit at the edge of the bed with the tray and devour the food.Sated and content, I decide to take advantage of the cool evening air and to also look for William. I change out of my t-shirt and jeans into sleeping shorts and a bralette, despite the cool weather. The sliding glass door leads me to the terrace, where the world is adorned with the soft glow of moonlight. My gaze is drawn to the
