The Broken Mate

TAYLOR'S POV

"Taylor!!!" The pique sound of my father's voice resonated through my room. I stirred awake, sweat breaking profusely as I set my feet on the cold floor and stood from my squeaky bed. Just then, the door bursts open, its hinges cracking as it hits the wooden surface.

"You malignant little twat!'' he clenches his fist, two big steps forward, and he has me in his grasp. His fingers circle my throat as he brings me to the wall.

"How many fucking times have I told you that I want no dirty dishes in the sink?"

"B...but I cleaned..." Thwart! The slap resounds as I feel the stinging pain in my cheek. His hand does not leave my neck, and neither does the grazed look of hatred he gives me.

I don't understand, I cleaned those dishes...unless of course, he left them again last night in his drunken haze. Reminding him would only cause me more pain, I struggled against his hands.

Trying to break free before I suffocate. As if on cue, my father releases me and I fall to the floor. He sends a kick towards my stomach, leaving me in pain as I crutch my side.

"Good for nothing...'' he spits.

"Useless! If your sister never died, maybe I would have a better family than you!'' There it was! The words he would always recite. The names he would call me.

It's been almost 13 years since the death of my older sister. And a whopping 10 years since my father killed my mother.

Death was the closest, most merciful thing she got. After years of torture under my father's wing. He sends a fist to my face, knocking me back and giving me no moment to breathe.

Another blow to my already pained stomach. I struggle to sit up, I feel the blood oozing profusely from my mouth. I was not shocked. I had become accustomed to pain so much that it became my only friend.

Suddenly, my father's fingers dive into my hair, and he grips with pressure. I let out a hiss, forced to look up at him as he dragged me out of the room. Tears cascade down my cheeks, the pain in my body does not stop.

The wounds from yesterday's beating were still so fresh. And now father was adding insult to injury. He drags me down the stairs effortlessly.

"Father, please...'' I beg.

"That's right, girl, beg. That is all you know how to do.

You are the biggest mistake I made anyway. The thorn is still pinching my sides. You are the abomination I still want to get rid of." The stench of liquor leaves his mouth as he says those words. It pains me the most to hear how much my father hates me.

But it all started with him. Three years after the death of my elder sister, Bella, dad started his endeavors. Creeping into my bed at night, touching me. Shutting me up, hitting me occasionally and taking what he pleased.

The pleasure he derived drove him to become this person. And when mother found out, he killed her. We have been living on the run since them. From pack to pack. Because Alpha Darren knows my father and what he did. Yet, dad has made a vow to never be caught. You are the abomination I still want to get rid of.

Now that was new. He's told me countless things since mother died. He has made resolutions and twisted his personality. Most of the beatings he gives me may not even be fresh in his memory. He drinks to forget, but every moment he sees me, it's as though I'm a remembrance of the things in life he is still stuck with.

"You see that! Look at that. Those dishes piled in the sink make it look like roaches live here!'' He bangs my head against the headboard. I let out a scream of pain, but it only encouraged a disengaged laughter from my father.

Sliding down to the floor, in a pit of my blood, I notice my father seated on the coach with a new bottle of beer in his hands. He paid no attention to me. One sip. Two sips. Three sips, and his eyes are heavy.

He falls asleep, leaving me with the consequences of his actions and a reminder of his hatred. ............... I squeezed the wet piece of cloth into the bucket one last time.

Finally, I was done. If my father woke up and found the trail of blood across the stairs and the kitchen floors, then he would kill me this time. I stand to my feet and carry the bucket with me.

Making slow, quiet movements, so that my father does not hear me, I open the door and head out. I leave the bucket right outside, and I dry my dirty hands with a piece of cloth. I had earlier clocked my scent since I knew I could be late for school.

Dad has taught me how to follow his rules. To mask my scent and make sure nobody knows who I am. I have always hidden my backpack in the corner outside my house.

To avoid father tearing it apart in a fit of rage. Picking it up, I began the long, painful walk to school through the bushes surrounding our little cabin. Unknown, that I would fall asleep out of exhaustion immediately I got to class. Life for me was nothing but pain and suffering.

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RYAN'S POV

Lonely, dejected, despondent. That's how pathetic and miserable I will be without a mate. Yet, I have searched for her. Waited as my father advised. I have exercised patience to my last straw.

I am the future Alpha of Black Night Pack, born and bred to rule my people and fulfill my destiny. But who is a ruler without a queen by his side? Suddenly, I feel it! All over me.

Overwhelming me. Like the moon goddess had listened to my pleas and brought my mate and i together. I can smell her scent. It fills my nostrils, and it enrages me with frustration.

'Mate' My wolf howls. I struggle to keep my beast at bay. The classroom is full, yet I can feel her around me. Somewhere. I have been to this class a thousand times. Yet, I have never caught a scent as beautiful and inviting as that one. My werewolf senses direct me to the girl sleeping at the far end of the row. My eyes are heightened. I have the urge to make a claim over her. To mark her without carrying for privacy. "Mine.'' my wolf howls, ready to pounce on her and have her in my arms. Finally, I have found my mate.

Ryan's POV

My wolf is on tenterhooks. With our mate's presence so close, Haze is on the edge. He wants out. Raving inside me with a demand to have our mate closer to us. The distance is killing me. I should have known that having her so close and yet at a distance will only make me frustrated.

My wolf is not the better part of me. He is restless and impatient. He is a beast, and he will always act like one. In her presence, he has not come or collected. He isn't quiet.

He's going crazy. I'm not sure how long I can hold him in before I find myself unwillingly transforming and claiming her in front of everyone. She's so beautiful. I'm fixated on her appearance. The vermilion red hair that tumbles over her shoulder and her sugar-crazed lips.

She had beautiful glossy skin that I ached to trace my fingers over. I have the image of how mind-blowing it will be to have her naked under me; with that beautiful glowing skin brushing against mine.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?'' Haze's impatience does not surprise me. I have the urge to block him out of my mind, but I know it's only going to create more chaos.

"Easy boy, we don't intend to scare her when she wakes up.'' I want to match up there and have her in my arms. I hope to kiss her forehead and then her lips. To tell her how happy I am that I have finally found her.

But then questions begin to buzz my mind. I am blatant of my surroundings, and the only thing that matters to me is the paramount need to make our first encounter perfect. I should wait for her to wake up.

Maybe if I do that, then I'll also get the pleasure of seeing the look in her eyes when she realizes that I am her mate.

My Father has always told me that the magic to finding my mate is that first moment when our eyes connect. I want to feel my heart skip. I intend to have the magnified emotion of what I had just felt a couple of seconds ago.

Is it crazy that I'm suddenly thinking about f****** her? Bending her over that desk and ramming into her tight p****making her clench her thighs with pleasurable frustration? Is it crazy that I want to taste the flavor of her naked skin and lick my way to the beautiful heaven between her legs?

There is a slight buzzing noise in my head as my eyes are connected to her. I can feel my soul calling out to her. I watch the way she sleeps. Oblivious of the fact that I had finally found her.

How was this possible? That she was right under my nose all these years, and yet, I never discovered her.

Something ought to have been wrong with my werewolf senses. Because this beautiful vixen right here is the woman that the moon goddess created for me. She is bound to rule the park by my side.

As my mate. The mother of my cubs. The female who is supposed to complete me. Yet for all the years that I have been in this school I haven't caught her scent until today.

Out of the blue, her still forms stirs as her eyes connect with mine. She's awake. How had the teacher not noticed someone was sleeping in the middle of class? It feels like a serendipitous encounter.

My soul is bred with nervousness. The magic I feel as she looks at me cripples me. The feeling is mind-blowing. Unlike anything I've ever felt.

Suddenly, the vibrations of the bell-ringing echo through the walls of the school, I watch how she jolts up quickly. She glances around. I take the moment and rise from the desk immediately. I have learned enough to know that I wasn't going to let my mate slip my fingers.

Father had taught me that there is always an advantage in moving quickly. So I do exactly that. Arising from my seat and advancing towards her immediately.

But the masses of bodies as the students exit the classroom blocks my way. The classroom is suddenly noisy. The teacher picks up his files on the table and exits the classroom, followed by a multitude of students. I can still smell my mate's scent.

But suddenly, I couldn't see her. I push against the students in front of me in an attempt to locate her, but all I am met with are admiring glances from other female students in the class.

They reek of desperation. This kind of female attention isn't what I need right now.

"Hey... Wait.' I call out to the female as I notice her pummeling herself through the crowd in an attempt to run from me. No one ever runs from me. I'm the future alpha, for crying out loud.

"Hey handsome...' a short blonde girl says to me as she brings her fingers to fiddle with my collar. I hate the way she looks at me. With so much desire. Desperation has always been the only thing I despise.

"Ryan, where have you been?' another dark-haired girl asks as she stands next to the blonde one. I'm positive that these are supposed to be my friends.

Or at least some of the students that I normally hang out with. But I never really keep into memory the names of any girl that I fuck.

And these two have been no exception. I glanced forward. Pushing past both females and moving towards the desk at the back. But no one was there. It was as empty as it usually is in the morning.

Had she really run away from me? And why would she do that? Am I not handsome enough? Did she not like the way I looked? My wolf is angry and agitated. He wants to come out, but that's not going to happen on school premises.

"Ryan...' A masculine hand is placed over my Shoulder, , causing me to jerk forward. " She was right here, Philip. She was right in this room." Philip glances around the classroom.

And then he looks back at me. I tried to catch the scent again, but it was gone. Disappeared like it wasn't even there to begin with. My mind is a humdrum. I feel repelled by the idea that I may lose her forever. My eyes are blurry.

Red with anger and frustration. My mate is running from me. She is running, and I'm going to find her. No one escapes me. No one ever escapes me!

Taylor's POV

I had not realized that I had fallen asleep in class until the distant Teachings of the teacher were only an echo in my mind.

Even right now, I can feel the stinging pain all over my body as I slowly wake up. Immediately, my eyes flip open, my heart skips as I stare at the beautiful male from across the classroom. I feel dizzy.

My heart beats drastically quickly. The wolf inside me is uneasy and all I want to do is Jump in his arms and kiss him. Was I crazy? Maybe.

My head felt like a whirlwind on the inside. I wanted to tear my eyes away from him. But some things are the only clicks inside me. My eyes widened. Realization don'tts inside me like a lit bulb. It was him.

The man that the Moon goddess created for me. I can tell from the connection that I feel between us. He is like a magnet. Pulling me towards him. I've never expected to feel so overwhelmed and helpless. He stares at me as if he is communicating straight to my soul.

I noticed the way his eyes flicker between a shade of red and then back to ocean blue eyes with pecs of ember. He has short dark hair. His lips are pressed in a thin line, and all I want to do is trace my fingers over his face and pull him close to me. To kiss him.

But should that not disgust me? For a moment, my body was paralyzed. My wolf almost knocks my consciousness out. In a struggle to emerge.

To transform. But the possibilities of that happening while in the classroom world breed catastrophe. My father will kill me if that happens. And so I decided to do what I did best.

The sound of the bell ringing provided the perfect distraction. I picked up my bag and walked behind multiple girls who had already started exiting the classroom. I glance at my mate one last time. I watch the way his eyes dwindle from one place to another.

He's looking for me. But finding me will be that easy. I've lived my entire life running and being the invisible girl. I can't risk it all for him.

What if he's just like my father? What if he kills me one day, like my dad did my mum? What if he's a horrible man, and he wants to hurt me? I keep my head down. Bringing the hoodie over my hair and making sure to cover a larger part of my face.

My fingers dive into my pocket and I realize that my spray has worn off. Otherwise, he wouldn't have known me. He would not have discovered that I was a wolf to begin with.

But the connection has already been made. And from the way that she was looking at me, I can deduce that his wolf was just as much restless as mine.

The exit of the Classroom door isn't as safe as I expected. He is standing right there speaking to one of the popular girls in school. The girl has her hand on his chest, acting all seductive.

For some reason, there is a pang of jealousy in my heart. That's not supposed to happen. Right? Why do I feel jealous, yet I want nothing to do with him? I maintain my pace. I hide as much as I can.

And I moved behind the girls, making sure I'm not detectable. One step after another, I draw furtive glances at him. He hasn't found me yet.

And I take the perfect opportunity to slip out of class and immediately towards the washroom. I keep my head down. I avoid drawing any attention towards myself. I've been invisible all this time.

I'm not going to risk all of that just for a man. And an Incredibly hot, handsome man that makes me feel all tingly down there. I scampered through the washroom door immediately.

Exhaling a sigh of relief when I noticed no one was there, I dropped my backpack on the sink and proceeded to open it. Searching through its contents, I emerged with my spray and wasted no time in masking my scent.

Today was a mistake I couldn't afford. Suddenly, I'm thinking about my father. And what he was going to do to me when he discovered what I had done.

" There is only one rule, you little bitch, never let anyone know who you are. Mask your scent all the time, else you're going to get it from me.'' He would repeat that over and over again.

Surprisingly, the only thing that my father had managed to do without fail is constantly replacing my spray whenever it ran out. He was determined to keep this secret. And there is nothing I could do against that.

Life on the Run has not been as pleasant as I would have hoped. But since he let me go to school, at least I get the opportunity to be somewhere else besides in his presence. Suddenly, I catch the scent of my mate.

Panic fills my senses immediately. My eyes widen as I spray myself once more and make quick movements to pick up my backpack and find a solution to this mess. Should I hide in one of the Washrooms? I can tell by his scent that he is a powerful man. Perhaps a wolf of status.

He may not want to be associated with a low-ranking werewolf like myself. Especially one that isn't recognized by other wolf citizens. I don't belong to any pack and my father is a wanted fugitive by Alpha Darren.

This is the secret I needed to keep. This was the price I needed to pay for having no one in my life except my father. To be punished and beaten every day.

'I cannot let him catch me.' I whisper to myself as the straps of my backpack encode my shoulders, and I tiptoe towards the door immediately. I met a rude awakening however, when a shadowy figure steps through the door and into the girl's Washrooms.

There is no way he is that crazy. But staring into his bloodshot eyes brings me the reality that my mate was persistent and daring.

I find myself constantly taking a step backwards. The atmosphere is heavy. He engulfs me in his scent, drowning and overwhelming me in nothing but desire.

"Stop running from me, love.'' I watch his lips moving. And able to concentrate on anything else.

My mind is filled with sinful thoughts of what we will do. Suddenly, the images are playing in my head. Suddenly, I want him to do extremely erotic things to me.

How would it feel if he bent me over that sink and fucked me? How would it feel if those large muscular fingers of his traced over my body? I find myself clenching my thigh at that thought. But it does not pull me out of the reality that he was standing right in front of me.

Making the closest steps towards me. It is serendipitous that my mind cannot quite function when I'm in his presence. He makes me weak. He makes me mad with desire.

Someone with that kind of effect on me isn't supposed to bring any goodness. He is dangerous, and he will turn out to be just like my father.

Making one last attempt to save myself, I scurry towards the opposite side and grab the rails of the open window.

"No, please don't run." His words are only an echo in my mind. Without further ado, I jump over the window and fall to the other side. I curse when I feel my uncle bruised by the glass of the window.

Blood oozes profusely from the area, yet the pain isn't that much. I have grown accustomed to affliction to the point where it no longer affects me so much. His head bobs through the window at a peculiar speed. I can tell that he is trying to tell me something.

But I stand up and leap away, disappearing from his presence before he has a moment to follow me. I'm not going to make the same mistake my mother did. I am not going to let any man get close to me.