A Faked Mate

I awoke with a start, hearing Presley throwing up, making my own stomach turn. I never did make it back to the party. She was such a lightweight. Having placed her in bed, and she had fallen straight back out I knew it would be better for me to crash at hers with her. At least until her friends came back. Laying on my phone waiting for their return, it seems, I was more tired that I realised…“Oh, Pres!” I jumped up from my makeshift bed on her bedroom floor, glad I had not chosen the space next to her in her bed like she had offered, which was now a pool of vomit. Could she not have at least made it to the bathroom?! I knew the responisbility was going to fall to me for cleaning this mess, only making my stomach turn more.“I think I was sick.” She mumbled, making me chuckle. Her pink hair, which last night had been all beautifully curled and in long luscious waves was now twisted up into something that resembled a messy bun. That or a gone wrong bee hive. It was a good job I was her

I think I may have made a mistake. Throwing up all over my favourite bedding this morning may have been the clue to tell me to stay away from alcohol for a few days… ‘Or forever!’ Shira, my wolf said with a giggle. My wolf liked to tease me for the lack of tolerance to alcohol I had, much like my friends did. I was somewhat of an anomaly when it came to werewolves for that trait. We were meant to have a higher tolerance to alcohol. Hell, if anything mine was lower…But, here we were, in our favourite sports bar, drinking once again. More than anything it was to support Zaine. He had been one of my best friends since that first week of college, and had been there ever since. He was certainly up there as one of the most admired men in college, but I don’t think I looked at him like that.Yes, he was handsome, but he was just Zaine to me. A pain in the ass, who liked to laugh at me… and had a habit of saving me from my messes I inexplicably found myself in. Him and Arlo, his friend. It w

Time seemed to have stood still. Zaine's big brown eyes are wide and they are looking at me with what I fear may be shock. What did I just say? Where did that idea even come from? Seriously now. That thought has never even crossed my mind before and then I blurt it out?! Maybe that coffee had not sobered me up as much as I had hoped. Either that or my brain was full on malfunctioning, because that has to be the craziest thing I think I may have said!'Is it?' Shira whispered. 'He is always there for us. He needs our help.'My eyes flickered across the handsome features of my friend as the words of my wolf sink in. Maybe she could be right. While I am not sure where those words came from, I know they came from somewhere... a good place. My heart, perhaps. Wanting to do the right thing for my friend. And as I sit, continuing to look at Zaine, his eyes full of confusion, I realise I meant the words I had spoken. He had me. I was willing to be there for him if he needed me. He has always

Who knew how fast time could go when there was a date looming you were dreading? Too fast… Our leaving date was fast approaching. Graduation. A major cause of celebration for most. A day I was dreading. But, I was doing what I do best and putting on my mask. A mask of calm. A mask of happiness. Courage. Nobody could know what was happening underneath. That was a sign of weakness. An Alpha should never show weakness.And, while many of my friends here had no clue that I was a werewolf, let alone an Alpha, I would still not allow myself to show weakness. The principal was so deeply set within me.But the people surrounding me here have no clue the pressures that sat upon my shoulders. At most, I had told them I was under pressure of being held accountable for taking the reins of the family business. As a pack we had multiple large businesses, and most were successful. As Alpha, I would be expected to involved with those too.This is why becoming Alpha at such a young age was such a larg

Presley had told me she was coming home with me. She hadn’t offered this time. She had all but said it was happening. She was wanting to come and act as my chosen mate. Do what she could to halt this arranged marriage that was looming. I knew she had heard every word that me and my mother had shared, and I knew she would have sensed my reaction. She knew me too well. But I do not want her feeling pressured to do this out of sympathy.The irritating server was still batting her ridiculously long lashes at me like she had something in her eye. Did she think that was attractive or something? All she was doing was interrupting my conversation with my friend. Or my girlfriend as I had just stated. Something that appeared to have silenced Presley. Not an easy task by any means.Presley was stood by my side in the waiting area as our drinks were being made looking down at her feet. I could sense her unease. This was making me on edge now too. I don’t know what made me use that word. Partly