Mason’s P.O.V.I wanted to see her. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to listen to her complaints, face her anger and let her shout at me, anything would be better than her absence. I hardly spent a few days with her and not even to the fullest. I hardly saw her during the lunch time and other than that, only the music class was something we both shared during our college hours, in which we never spoke; just looked at each other, her blushing at my winks and me smirking at her shyness.
But since the morning screw up, I feel like there’s an empty space within me and I couldn’t do anything to fill it back. I never wanted a mate in the first place and now suddenly imagining my life without her, feels painful. I always thought that mates are a burden, because it just adds up to the number of people I’m supposed to worry about and being an alpha I didn’t want one.
Until NOW.
I don’t even know the reason why I changed so drastically, from not wanting a mate to not being able to live without mine. Maybe the fact that she is beautiful is the reason for it, but then I’ve met lots and lots of beautiful girls throughout my life, Veronica being the most common example.
Veronica is a beautiful girl; who has ghostly white skin with a fake tan to turn it a little golden shade, having aqua green eyes, with a height of 5’7” she came somewhere near my height, skinny enough to be a model, with not to forget a flat stomach, blonde straight hair which swayed with the wind. She is quite stylish and tends to stay up with the latest trends either be it clothes or shoes. But I was never attracted to her in a romantic way. Sure I used to flirt with her and let her behave like she was my girlfriend, but not once did I sleep with her. It wasn’t right to do something like that, robbing someone of their mate’s virginity sounded wrong to me and hence I never slept with anyone. I’m not going to deny the fact about kissing her, or more like letting her kiss me; also had a few make out sessions, but nothing more. Though she is beautiful, she is bitchy. No one in my pack likes her, nor my parents, not my friends and neither my pack members, especially the kids; they just hate her. The kids in my pack call her Cruella-de-ville, I don’t know why; but once when I was on my way to my training field, I was passing the playground when Veronica came running towards me and latched herself on to my arm. I remember hearing the kid saying, “Look Cruella got to our alpha” and the other one responded, “Please Moon Goddess save him”. I seriously couldn’t help but laugh at their discussion.
It was Hilarious.
Whereas Veronica is a total pain in the ass, Bella on the other side is totally different from her. Though they share the same height, there was nothing similar in between them. Bella had a light Olive shade of skin, that being her natural shade and not due to fake tans; at least that’s what I know. She has these beautiful brown orbs in her eyes, which are darker at the edges and turn to a hazel honey shade as they move towards the centre; they literally shined in sunlight. Where Veronica has blonde straight hair, Bella has dark black Curls; messy curls which were tangled most of the times. It felt like she didn’t even care to comb them and came to college with her hair looking like a bird’s nest, yet somehow totally slayed that look. She has small yet plumpy lips which are light pink in shade, with the ends being a mix of brown and dark pink, which I think is due to her lip licking habit. My woman is not skinny; she is curvy with the right amount of curves in the right places. She doesn’t have a flat stomach, but from what I felt today morning when I pulled her close; I can say she has a muscular stomach like a warrior usually has, maybe due to her habit of working out. She isn’t a fashionista and leans more towards comfortable clothing; her clothes usually consist of sweatshirts, t-shirts, jeans, leggings and sneakers as shoe choices.
The thing that’s attractive about her is her character. Her conduct. She is just so caring towards her friends and other people too I guess, unless you cross paths with her, then she turns feisty. I had my experience of her feisty personality on my first day here itself. Her friends love her, adore her; though there’s this one friend who adores her too much for my liking but it doesn’t bother me at that extent where I have to tell her to stay away from him, because she hasn’t given me any reason to.
I want to see how she is with her pack members; I want to know what kind of a Luna she will be. And I plan to start it from tonight itself. I’m finally meeting Matt for the impending dinner tonight where he promised to tell me about my mate. I want to know her, her strengths, her weaknesses and her pain. I want to be the reason behind her smile but for that I need to know her and I’m determined to know her in the best possible way.
But for that she need to talk to me, I’m too engrossed in my thoughts to notice that the class is over and I’m still trapped in my misery, when my phone dings. I pull in out of my pocket to check who that might be, because I lost hope about Bella replying me back around lunch time. Her alpha Matt is tired of my questions and my presence too since he is avoiding me now. I sent her tons of messages and a few tens of calls yet all I got as an answer was her phone is switched off.
So I’m a little taken aback when I see the message from the telephone company, notifying me about her phone being turned on and that now she is available to pick calls. I instantly feel determined to call her back and open up my call logs, but looking at the number 28 beside it, I stop for a moment and think, she can see the missed calls as well as the texts and even after that if she doesn’t calls back or replies then I’m going to leave her alone like I promised her in the text.
With dejection coursing through my veins I make my way towards the library, not feeling it in me to attend anymore lectures. I could have just left for home but I want to meet Matt before he leaves for his pack and ask him one last time if he had any contact with her, so I move towards the library. I am almost at the 2nd floor when I see Rach sitting at a table with a few books sprawled before her.
I make my way towards her, when my phone dings again, settling beside her I ask, “What are you doing her sis?”
“I could ask you the same bro, don’t you have class now?” she asks, a little shocked at my appearance.
“I don’t feel like attending it” I say and continue to ask, “What about you, why are you here?”
“Had a free lecture, the professor is ill it seems, so came here to work on an assignment” is her reply.
I nod and move my attention towards the text, the name that flashes on the screen makes me shout, “What?”
Rachel looks a little alarmed at my question and notices that I’m staring at my phone. She slowly moves her head a little to peek in my phone and says, “Go ahead. Open it.”
I look at her and back at the screen, then back at her and this goes on for a few seconds until she nudges me to bring me out of the trance and says, “Stop staring and open it.”
“You open it” I tell her extending my hand that is holding the phone towards her.
“What? I’m not going to open it. It’s YOUR PHONE and YOUR MATE who messages YOU” is her reply emphasizing on the words Your Phone, Your Mate and You; as if it’s going to knock some sense in me.
“No shit Sherlock. You think I don’t know that” I ask her.
“Then open it dumbass” she retorts back.
I scoff at her rude reply and click on her name that flashes on my screen. The text box pops open.
Love: I don’t want you to leave me alone ever.
I want you to leave me alone ever.
The moment I read it, I can’t help but blabber, “I knew it she wouldn’t forgive me. I knew she would tell me to leave her alone. Why am I so stupid? Why…” Rachel stops me in between my rant by saying, “I’m going to agree with the STUPID part bro.”
“Yeah… Why don’t you rub it in my face?” I ask her annoyed by her comment, which wasn’t really required right now.
“YOU ARE STUPID, not because you told her something that you think you shouldn’t have but because I think you didn’t read that message properly” she says as she raises three fingers up in front of my face and asks, “How many are these?” I look at her as if she grew two heads; looking at my weird expression she continues, “I don’t just think you’re stupid, I kind of think you have lost your eye sight as well.”
“What do you mean by that?” I ask.
She points towards my phone and tells, “Read that again.”
I want you to leave me alone ever.
I look at her with anger blazing through my eyes and ask, “Do you think this is funny Rach?”
She shakes her head, as if addressing me being incapable of doing it, and says, “Read that out loud. Let me hear you.”
“What the hell?”
“Just do it brother” she shouts.
Feeling more pissed now than I felt earlier, I read it out loud, “I want you to leave me alone ever.”
“Really… Is that what’s written?” she asks.
I look at her and say, “If this is some sick kind of joke you’re playing at, I swear I’ll make you pay for it. Don’t forget I’m your Alpha” in my demanding, authoritative Alpha voice.
She nods and speaks, bowing her head a little as her respect towards my title, “I know Alpha” slowly raises her head and continues, “but my brother is being stupid enough to not be able to read a simple text, so I had to ask him to READ IT AGAIN.”
I grumble a little and grit my teeth while saying, “I DON’T WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE EVER.”
She smiles at me, while frustrates me even more and I end up asking, “There. I said it. Happy?”
“Yeah… Aren’t you?” she asks.
“Why would I…” I stop mid sentence when it clicks, did it say don’t want you to leave.
I read and reread it again and smile when it reinforces in me that she did say the latter one.
I don’t want you to leave me alone ever.