Clentine:
"You know, when I used to see you in school, I’d feel this itch in my fist that wanted to connect with your face. You had such an annoying existence, wearing baggy clothes to look cool when, in reality, you were insecure about your body because you weren’t like all the other hot girls," Haiden hadn’t shut up this whole ti. But he never got tired, not even for a mont. Not once did I hear his breath hitch while carrying .
He was moving forward like he had a plastic bag over his shoulder while I was pretty curvy. And no! I was never ashad of my body. I didn’t want boys’ attention. I hated the idea of becoming soone’s second—or sixth—mate. And it was inevitable; every man had many mates. So if any alpha felt the mate bond with , they would reject with one glance. That was my plan all along.
And if it was soone else, probably a gamma or oga, they wouldn’t want either. I didn’t want anyone anymore. I just wanted to be left alone.
"You had such a punchable face," he snickered, stopping briefly to raise his head. "Ah, it’s a full moon’s night," he sighed. "What a life. I’m stuck carrying a sack of potatoes on my shoulder while alphas my age are attending a ball to find their mates."
He had no clue I was not interested in his sad and pathetic life. I knew most of them didn’t want to co here, but they had no choice. So of us, though, we were dragged here.
He finally reached the border with the red barbed wire and started chuckling.
"Ah, Clentine, it was nice eting you."
In one fell swoop, he tried to throw over the barbed wire, but he missed, and I landed on the wires, my eyes shooting open in pain.
"Oh shit," he grunted, instantly trying to lift up. Pain exploded through . It was sharp, raw like fire tearing into my skin. I couldn’t breathe. The tal bit into my arms, my back, my legs, holding there like it wanted to rip apart. I could feel the blood, warm and wet, soaking through my clothes. Every little movent made it worse. I wanted to cry out, but all that ca was a gasp because my mouth was still covered.
"Shit, shit," he cursed again when he couldn’t carry . One of the sharp silver points was sticking near my ribs, making close my eyes from the pain. Then I saw him, his face pale, eyes wide with panic. He didn’t an to do this; it looked like that from his expression. But it didn’t matter, because he did it.
"You are always a trouble," he muttered, and sadly, I heard him over the pounding in my ears. Every ti he touched the wire to move it, it dug in deeper. I winced, taking a deep breath since I couldn’t even scream. His fingers worked fast, but I could hear the hissing sound of his skin burning from the silver’s effect as he tried to bend the barbs away from my skin. I felt every tug, every twist of silver.
One by one, he pulled the wire off , careful not to drag it deeper. My body felt heavy, torn, and burning, but I stayed still. Then, finally, with one last pull, the wire let go. I collapsed into his arms, weak and bleeding, but free.
I didn’t even realize I was on top of him at this point. But the minute I did, I noticed how he had been staring at my face shalessly. And then, he forcefully rolled off him like he was disgusted by our touch.
"Ugh! Why? Why do I have to be the one to deal with this cursed little piece of shit?" he got up and started complaining.
"You know what? I should just toss you over and be done with it," he pointed a finger at while I sat on the ground, glaring him down. I was bleeding and in imnse pain, but no way was I going to cry in front of a shithead like him.
I watched him get annoyed with and run his hands through his hair.
"And what’s up with this dirty hat and that weirdly sticking-out so strands of hair over your eyes? Is it true you cannot have a head full of hair? You think you look cool? You look like a wannabe man."
And suddenly, he was roasting for my looks. The short hair sticking out from under my hat onto my eyes were my bangs. I let them fall to conceal my eyes.
I would almost stitch my hat to my head, just to make sure it never ca off.
"Now now, what do I do? I should leave you bleeding on the other side," he mumbled to himself. But after a few seconds of convincing himself, he ca back to , tossing over his shoulder.
But this ti, I started moving too much and slipped off his back. He turned around quickly and wrapped his arms around my stomach, lifting off the ground.
"Nah, bitch. You’re going out. If you don’t, the hot one won’t co," he hissed, wrapping his other arm under my legs and throwing them over the wire.
When I jerked my head up quickly, I must have hit his chin. I heard a little gulp from him.
"Fuck!" he complained, his tongue between his teeth. "You stupid, clingy bitch."
He turned around and grabbed my baggy sweater by the collar, clearly trying to confront when our eyes t.
The cold wind blew between us, brushing the hair from my eyes for a brief second so I could look straight into his eyes.
The ground beneath seed to shake. The wind howled, but all I could hear was his heartbeat, louder than mine.
And then, in a very gentle, soft tone, I heard it.
"Mate!"
My eyes mirrored the reaction in his, widening with shock.
He pushed back and stepped away, shaking his head as he pointed at .
"No! No, no! This is a mistake. That can’t be," he said, instantly panicking, his fear and disgust pouring out at the mate bond we just felt.
He wasn’t alone in feeling disgusted.
I was beyond pissed off and angry. After trying so hard not to find a mate– I had finally found one—in the face of my bully.
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