All Chapters of My Best friend, My Mate.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MIA'S POVAt age 10Rushing down the stairs of the packhouse, I skip the last step and fall on the floor. I scrape my elbow but I ignore it. Werewolves have super fast healing. My healing is slower though,so it will take me a few hours instead of minutes like the others. I guess you can say I am pretty unique. I have brown hair,green eyes and the cutest freckles. I am shorter than other werewolves so they make fun of me. Well they try to, as Ethan always beats them up. I have to stop him from getting into fights over me at school constantly as he is really protective of me. Embarrassed, I fall again and get up and run into the kitchen, hoping Mrs McCartney has already cooked. She is the pack's chef and I have already made her my honorary grandma. Reaching the kitchen, I smell all of my favorite food. I rub my tummy just thinking about the amazing food I cannot wait to eat. I am practically drooling as I enter the kitchen to see one of my favorite people. Mrs McCartney is an older

MIA'S POVAt age 10I open my eyes slowly to see Ethan on top of the mean kid punching him in the face over and over. "Ethan! NO!" I stand up and try to grab his arm but he is still beating up the kid. "Ethan please stop. He is hurt enough". He finally stops punching the kid and spins around to look at me. He narrows his brown eyes and the only emotion I see is pure rage. His shoulder are moving up and down and he is breathing heavily. The only thing I can think to do is to try and calm him down. I have never seen him so angry. Yes, he has anger issues and gets mad a lot but it's nothing like this. I close the space between us and wrap my arms around his neck. His sweet smell of peppermint and cinnamon radiates around me. Ethan buries his head in the crook of my neck. "Honey." he whispers. "What?""Honey and Caramel. It's what you smell like and it's so calming."I pull away and stroke his cheek with my thumb. "You smell like Peppermint and cinnamon. It's also calming to me also

MIA'S POVAt age 17I can not stop staring at my school lunch. It's supposed to be mashed potatoes and gravy but it looks like someone just threw up old potatoes and don't get my started on the gravy. The gravy does not even smell good. I push the lunch tray and turn my head in disgust. "I'm pretty sure the lunch lady is trying to kill us all". I announce glancing around at my friends. "I told you to always pack your lunch on Potato Thursday". My best friend Rhea smiles at me. Rhea has been my best friend since I moved here to Portland. She has short wavy blonde hair and bright green eyes. She is so beautiful and energetic and everyone loves her. We met when I moved here around seven years ago and I hardly remember my life before this place. My father is the pack lawyer and I know you are thinking what kind of werewolves needs a lawyer? Well many do as my dad helps with the contracts between other packs and also helps with the business side of the pack. Our Alpha Floyd own many bu

ETHAN'S POVI'm sitting in my family's private jet waiting for my two dumb best friends to join me. They are always late and I hate it. I'm the future Alpha after my dad retires and they are my future Beta And Gamma. We need to be on time. I really want to go to this mating camp and make a fool out of Edward. Edward is the future Alpha of the Black Water pack. We have a treaty with them but they are smug assholes and I don't like them. Edward and I are very competitive and he already texted me telling me how he was going to beat me at all the events and how he is the better Alpha. Every other Alpha fears me except him. I was given the name Killer Ethan after a rrouge attack on my pack and I took out fifteen rouges by myself when I was fifteen. Unlike others, I kill first and ask questions later. At first, I hated the nickname I mean I did not want to be known as a monster or killer but seeing people cower around me puts my wolf at ease. Alpha Edward doesn't cower around me but he a

MIA'S POVWe all take our bags to our room and start unpacking. I offered to share space with Layla but she said she only brought one bag and does not plan on unpacking. After unpacking, Rhea suggested we should walk around and get familiar with the place and I agree as I've been feeling anxious since we arrived though I'm not sure if it's being in a new place or all the different wolves around. Hopefully, a walk will help. Once outside, we pass many other cabin that looks like ours. I spot wolves all around smiling because they found their wolves already and some crying as they found their mate but are not happy. Rhea and Layla are talking to each other but I don't pay attention as the thought of meeting my mate here now makes me nervous. Maybe he won't like me or maybe he will reject me. Unlike Rhea,I didn't really date. My parents strict rules made it hard to go out so instead I kept focus on school. The only boy I was ever close to was my childhood friend Ethan and we were inse