A Never Meant Mate

Chapter 2…… “Lydia!! Get down, now!!” yelled the voice “We have prepared you and your animals a feast. So, have a breakfast and eat together with your type.” Just as the same nuisance as every day. Lydia went downwards the stairs, as she could see her stepmother’s silhouette in the corridor with two maids, placing her arms at her hips with a mockery look on her face. The two maids were holding some leftovers of the morning breakfast, which were packed poorly, as if they did not consider Lydia a human being or a part of the family. “Get your trash out and eat with your animals.” Mocked the stepmother. Lydia held her so-called feast, as none of the food was edible for people to eat, and stepped out of the villa. Her sister Sofia watched the scene from across the living room, as she smirked at her without a single pity on her face. Lydia was used to such scenarios whenever her father would leave her with her stepmother and stepsister for a business trip. Sofia was t

Chapter 4…… Upon opening his eyes, the whole world was blurry and dark for him, he felt that he had drown into an abyss of hell. His chest was tight as if a heavy elephant was stomping on it. His wound was aching as if he was stabbed thousands of times. His body felt light and powerless as if his soul was departing from it. He could not hear. He could not see. He could not feel. “Mr. White Man…” he could hear a voice calling, trying to bring him out of his abyss “Mr. White Man… Mr. White Man… Can you hear me? If you are alive say yes, if you are dead say no! Mr. White Man!” “Who the hell is ‘Mr. White Man’?” he questioned as he felt her voice had brought him out from death. “Ahh! You are alive! You worried the hell out of me!!” “Were… Were you… Calling me ‘Mr. White Man’?” “Oh! Did you like it? I use to give names to my animals, and your hair is sooo white.” “Am… Am I an animal… To you?” “Ehe!” “Shut your ‘Ehe’ up!” “Mr. Whit

Chapter 6…… The whole scene was mesomorphic for any girl as he looked like a coiled cobra with many dangerous muscles, or like a lustful and seductive Porsche that could force anyone to eager for it. A scenery that would fascinate any woman. However, it was not his body that shocked her, because she had seen it the night before. But… Where had the wound been??! Eugene was holding the bandages in his hands, as if he had removed them a moment ago, however the wound had no trace on his body, as if it was removed alongside the bandages. Just like some sticker on his abdomen that had been ripped away. She scanned his body from up to down in search for the wound she had sewed the night before, however she could find it no where. “Eugene…” she murmured as her voice trembled “Where…” All of sudden her voice muted as she covered her mouth with the palm of her hand. She could feel nauseated staring at him, as if her stomach was churning and attacking her from the inside. S

Chapter 8…… “I have never been outside the walls…” she continued “Eh?” he startled as he giggled lightly, showing a dimple by the side of his lips. “Stop mocking me!!” “Why haven’t you been out ever?” “I… I was scared that someone like you would eat me…” “Eat you? Haha! Why would I?” “Are you kidding?? Because that’s what you, werewolves, do to human beings!! You are monstrous!!! Insane!! Merciless! Heartless!! How can you do so?? What do you want from us??” His gentle smile faded away into a pout as he heard her words, his face turned pale and gloomy as he silenced from uttering any other world. A not-very-old scene popped into his memory of bloodshed, fear, tears, screams and loss. “Yes! Stay silenced!!” she yelled “You are all barbaric criminals!!!” All of sudden, his eyes turned silvery and dangerous, reminding her of a beastly power that could tear her into thousands of pieces. Her glared at her with his thunderous eyes as if

Chapter 10…… A Soft, silver shining glimmer lit the villa’s windows, as the rooms were bathed in the full moonlight. The full moon hanged, shyly, in the sky like a silver coin, hiding between the stormy clouds. It cascaded its light with a romantic glow as it casted a silver veil over the room. “I… I was not with a… Anyone…” mumbled Lydia, as she felt her legs tremble and shake hastily. She was sure that her stepmother had no idea about Eugene’s presence, however her mother had the fears that Lydia would, someday, surpass her daughter, Sofia. As a result, the stepmother feared that she might have someone to love her one day. Her stepmother wanted to destroy her and prove to her father that she was a psychopath and that he should take her to psychic sanatorium, so that she could get rid of her. Sofia was pretty and gentle, had a lot of lovely friends, was well-educated and smart, and had a wealthy and handsome fiancé that wanted to marry her. Her stepmother feared that