Chapter 3

HUNTER

These she-wolves can't seem to keep their filthy hands away from me ever since I walked through that gate. I didn't mind, though. It was my wolf, Lucien, that made a huge fucking deal about it.

'Make them go the fuck away Hunter. Their scents irk me' Lucien demanded.

True, ever since I found my mate, I didn't find their presence as pleasant as before. But driving them away would make me lose my reputation as the campus heartthrob in our school, and I don't like getting down the low. I like it at the top, and that would mean I have to be noticed by all the girls.

'Give them a chance, they could be fun,' I insisted on him.

Lucien growled in my head. I mentally rolled my eyes at his response.

'But we have mate. Why should we need to fuck around just to have fucking fun?' I could feel my wolf getting all heated up early in this cold morning. He growled when the girl to my left slipped her hand to my belt, seductively. I mentally rolled my eyes and made a mental note to kick this girl out of my chick list.

'Our mate is enough.' Lucien remarked.

'No, we don't. And we  are rejecting her as soon as she figures this out.' I said coldly.

Whoever thinks that a high-rank werewolf like me would stoop down and mate a mere omega from a weak pack like Wildfang Shadows Pack is insane.

'No, you are NOT.' Lucien growled fiercely. I didn't respond to him but instead whispered sweet nothings to the blonde girl's ear, who was clinging to my right arm and pushing her big, bouncy breasts against my chest.

We were sitting at a table in the cafeteria, my hand around the girl to my right while the other was holding my leg with her long claw-like fingers clasping my knee. Her touch made my skin crawl, but I didn't dwell on it too much. I have known for a fact that the mate bond between me and that girl was making me feel what I feel. Soon I would break that bond into halves and this feeling will surely disappear. I just have to wait til my mate turns 18, then this nightmare would finally end.

I continued to whisper in her ear, making her giggle and moan in between.

The blonde girl suddenly looked like she wanted to cry in front of me when I called her by her name.

"What's wrong, Kylie?" I asked, pretending to care.

"It's Hailey, Hunter. HAILEY. We've been together for three days and you can't even remember my name right!" Oh, she's mad.

I should find a way immediately to deal with this--

I suddenly froze and my mouth shut. Something caught the corner of my eye. It was my mate. Her platinum white hair was shining over there, so light and so silky that I am even tempted to bury my face in them.

But that wasn't the thing that caught my attention. What I was seeing right now is my freaking mate flirting with the guy I'd seen more than several times together with her. My vision is only filled with the picture of the two of them talking and laughing loudly together like two idiots  I wouldn't want to get involved with.

How dare she flirt with another man?

Doesn't she know she has a mate?

Lucien's loud and annoying laughter made me snap back into reality.

'So you do care about our mate. Why the pretense?' He mocked.

'Shut it.'

I tsked and yanked my arm off the blonde girl whose name I couldn't recall now that I'm pissed.

I huffed and walked out of that cafeteria on my way to our next class.

Why the fuck would I care about an omega? This is just because of the mate bond. Nothing more.

The school bell rang just in time when I got there. I knew my bros were following me to the room. We soon took the chairs at the far back. Gomorey sat on the third chair, Preston sat in the middle, and I took the last one right beside him.

"Bro, you okay?" Gomorey was kind enough to ask.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I said, obviously annoyed.

"Uh, 'cause your mate is hitting it off with another guy?" Preston just had to point that out for me.

"More like, they already have!." Gomorey burst out laughing uncontrollably.

I glared at them fiercely, trying to convey that now is not the time.

Because they were my brothers by friendship, I told them I found my mate who was the omega from the Wildfang Shadows Pack. They helped me release my anger when they accompanied me on a run, and I was grateful for that. But sometimes, they can get too annoying for me to bear.

They noticed how serious I was and instantly stopped laughing. Preston cleared his throat and looked out the door. That shut them up.

Soon the class is already filled, except for three vacant seats in three different rows.

"What class is this again?" I asked Preston.

"It's history."

I remember this. I've seen her in this class a couple of times before.

It was then that I smelt it. Her mouth-watering scent.  I saw the same long-haired pretty boy my mate was talking to earlier. I couldn't help myself and glared. He didn't even show a little bit of intimidation or fear in those blue eyes of his when he caught me glaring. It's like he wasn't afraid. That pissed me off even more.

A tall, fine woman with short brown hair and thick makeup followed him. She looked at me and blushed.

I mentally roll my eyes, getting tired of all these girls blushing every single time I look at them.

Just then it hit me. The smell of sweet lavender and pumpkin pie combined. I could swim through it.

My mate came in and easily got scolded by the teacher when I pulled her chair. I was so annoyed after seeing her talk flirtatiously to another man. Let's just take this as a form of punishment. I haven't even gotten the chance to reject her yet, but she seems to be able to carry herself well not knowing her fate will be placed in my hands soon.

The teacher did what I expected him to do and yelled at her.

So her name is Ava Williams, huh? I didn't have the energy nor the interest to ask around for her name back then, but now it seems my ears are fucking wide open. The teacher who calls himself Mr. Gordon is from my pack, so I knew he'd be able to manipulate the situation well with me in his class.

My mate looks up at me and glares. I raise my eyebrow and smirk at her. That's what you get.

"She's hot. I didn't know why I haven't noticed her before," 

I growled instantly at Preston who seemed to love pressing my buttons much further than he should.

'Wanna die?' I mind-linked him.

'I was kidding!' He replies, holding back his laughter as he shakes his head.

I threw a bunch of crumpled papers her way, wanting to see if she would give me a good reaction but to my disappointment, she didn't. Didn't even spare me a glance or throw me another glare. It was like I wasn't worth anything to her. I didn't realize how much a woman can hurt my pride in this way. She's completely ignoring me like I don't exist in her world.

After class, I purposely poured water on her long turtle neck sleeve, just a little bit.

Another punishment for ignoring me.

"Seriously?!" Now she's glaring at me fiercely.

I almost lost myself in those beautiful purple eyes. Oddly, I've never seen anyone with purple eyes other than her. Her hair is different too. It's platinum white, while most other she-wolves have either blonde or brown hair.

"Might wanna clean that up, omega," I said before turning around to leave.

I stayed back, telling the others to go on ahead without me, and hid in a corner nearby, attempting to camouflage with the wall, which is impossible but it worked.

She didn't seem to notice me as I followed her to the bathroom.

After waiting for about ten minutes or so, she finally got out and I pulled her forcefully to the nearest room the first chance I get.

I pushed her back against the wall, and there her arousing scent instantly filled my nose. I reveled in it for a moment but she had to speak harshly and ruin it all for me.

"Stop! You're hurting me!" She struggled to get loose but I won't let her.

"Am I, omega?" I grin from ear to ear, tightening my hold on her arms a little more.

My wolf was going crazy. Lucien was going on and on and on about marking this delicious omega standing in front of me. I can see her despite the dark.

I have to admit, she is really pleasant in the eyes. I could stare at her all day and never get bored.

But then again, I know for sure that what I feel is affected by the fucking mate bond.

It couldn't be anything more than that.

It shouldn't. Even though one day, I might want to love this woman and never let her slip away from my arms.

I have to fucking snap myself back to reality.

This?

We were never meant to be. Are we?