Little Human mate

Kael

“Do I seriously have to be here?” There was a bored look on my face as I came to stand beside Jarek who had his eyes fixed in a direction. I followed his gaze and it landed on a table with a lot of girls there. Watching the way they murmured and spoke made my skin crawl. It disgusted me. If there was one thing that I hated the most, they were humans.

“Hmm. It's kind of fun watching them. Competing for something that they are never achieving. Isn't that iconic?” Jarek chuckled and there was a wicked glint in his eyes. At the end of the day, none of the girls were going to get chosen and if anyone eventually stepped out of the palace alive, it was going to be just one of two and they were stepping out traumatized.

The Selection was just a stupid tradition that had been going on for hundreds of years and it never determined if an Alpha chose his breeder from the 15 girls or not. Any human could be a breeder. They did not have to be a part of the selection. Whatever was going on was just a game. It was just fun. And in the past, only a few Alphas chose their breeder from the girls. They all got eliminated. In our terms, Elimination meant killing.

“I find none appealing,” I confessed. None of them interested me. In fact, their chatters annoyed me.

“Agreed.” Jarek slowly drew out. My brother was all in for the fun. Many people believed that I was more brutal than Jarek because I was more reserved. But the truth was that Jarek was worse. He was only bubbling with excitement because he couldn't wait to get blood on his hands. Killing gave him that thrill.

“When are the games starting?” I asked.

“Tomorrow. By midnight. I think I should eliminate that one first. I seriously don't like the way she looks.” He rolled his eyes while pointing at a girl. From where we stood, nobody would be able to see us.

“Do what you want.” I drew out lazily. No matter how angry I looked and acted, the truth was that I hated soiling my hands. I only killed whenever it was needed. Jarek lived for violence.

A new group of girls walked in and my blood boiled once my eyes landed on her. The blonde tiny girl who was walking between two females. I noticed the shift in Jarek’s demeanor as well. We were both looking at her. Despite her size, her eyes burned with a quiet defiance she probably didn’t even realize she carried. It made me want to snuff it out slowly.

I hated her. Her guts. I hated her for talking back at me and she was the only one who had caught my attention and I was going to make her miserable.

“I actually told that one to run.” Jarek ran his tongue over the piercing on his lower lip. “She does not belong here.” His eyes darkened.

I was surprised that my brother gave her an alternative to flee. Anyone in their right senses would have done so. Especially a person as little as her. “It's good she stayed. I cannot wait to watch the way life leaves those eyes when I force her to her death.” I said through gritted teeth.

“Have you gotten an explanation as to why we feel the bond?” Jarek’s eyes were still on her and he kept watching her sternly.

“No. There is no news yet. But I'm not mating with her. I hate her. I hate humans.”

“She would not even be able to handle you.” Jarek laughed. “She’s 18.” He added. What was the moon goddess even thinking when she made an 18-year-old our mate? We were 6 years older.

“That does not change my mind about the plans I have for her.” Neither Jarek nor I expected to meet our mate among the chosen girls. And it had to be the smallest and most malnourished of them all. I could break that one with just a snap of my finger.

How would a person like her rule the werewolves as Luna? She was not fit to be our mate. “You can do whatever you want. I don't care. She should have ran when I gave her the chance to.” Jarek was still staring at her.

In fact, the both of us were watching her. Our little human mate. She sat down and did not speak to anyone. Not even when Damon, our beta came to address them and then left.

She soon began to eat. She was eating so fast like a gun was placed on her head for her to eat like her life depended on it. It finally dawned on me why she looked malnourished. She was definitely not getting fed properly.

“No one is chasing you. Eat slow.” Jarek chuckled, his voice deep and low. Obviously, Amber would not be able to hear him, but we could hear everything that was going on at that table.

Including when a girl called her a pig and mocked her for eating like a dog. As expected, she said nothing and looked like she was going to cry. When I saw Amber trembling under their insults, a strange urge to rip the girl’s throat out rose in me, not to punish her, but to silence her mockery of what was mine. I swallowed it down, disgusted with myself.

What was the moon goddess thinking?? She was obviously weak.

“You are going to get rid of her right?” I knew Jarek would. He hated weakness just like I did.

“Yes. When the right time comes. Don't push her too much. We still need to know why she's our mate.” That was all he said and I totally agreed with him. In the history of werewolves, there was no record of a werewolf having a human mate or the human being mated to two at once. It had never been heard of.