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Graysen's point of view:

I kept hitting my head against the wooden desk.

I'm frustrated since I can't seem to find my mate.

Perhaps she was a Dinosaur that went extinct ages ago.

My beta found his mate, my friends found theirs, and even my dumb

little sister got hers; she isn't here since she moved to England with him

because he is the Moonstone pack beta.

"Dude, you'll slit your skull before you even find your mate," Bryce, my

lifelong Bestfriend said, who also found his mate during MY sixteenth

birthday party.

"see, maybe some horrible dummy monster is keeping her from me, or

maybe she isn't born, and if she isn't, she will reject me because I am an

old guy wi-"I voiced my concerns.

"She's somewhere out there, someplace in this world, waiting for her

handsome prince, now move your buttocks, we've got school.”

“I'm your Al-" I started but he interrupted.

"Sure, yeah, you're my Alpha" I am the Bloodlust pack’s alpha. After I

became eighteen, my father bestowed the title upon me. We are the

most dreaded pack on the planet. We are very tough when it comes to

training, especially with youngsters. I've been looking for my mate for a

long time, but she has yet to appear.

Be Patient, It's been what? Two months since our eighteenth birthday?

Dean, my wolf, said as if he isn't in a hurry as I am. He is extremely

annoying since he is continuously reading my thoughts.

I normally don't like it when someone interrupts me while I'm speaking,

but because Bryce is my childhood Bestfriend, I don't mind.

It doesn't mean he can talk to me in front of the pack as he talks to me

privately; otherwise, Pack members would believe I'm a weak laughable

Alpha who lets anybody trash him.

I got on my motorcycle and rode to school. Dean is now unfazed

whenever I bring up my mate.

Here we go again. I parked in the Hillway high parking lot, got off the

motorcycle, and followed Bryce and his mate Alice, as well as Martin,

my beta, and his mate Amber.

I can see the eager gazes of the she-wolves and human girls as we

entered the school. All these years, I've avoided all the passionate and

hungry stares directed at me because I want to save everything for my

mate.

The doorbell rang. My first class is with Martin.

I went to my desk in the middle of the class, just as Mr Helton entered

and began presenting the lesson, which I didn't understand at all.

A woody flowery scent assaulted my nose, which was both appealing

and powerful. I've never smelt anything so delicious in all my years, and

this scent is becoming stronger by the second. In the back of my mind,

I can hear my wolf roaring and pacing, chanting and shouting over and

again.

Mate

Steps approached the door, a deep breath was taken, and my mate

entered, I couldn't see her face fully since she was covering it, I

continued gazing at her, and she looked at me.

Mr Helton cleared his throat and spoke.

"You must be a new student, correct? Fleurie?" Her name is lovely. She

gave him a nod.

" The seat beside Marisa is empty, can you raise your hand?" Marisa is

Martin's sister, and I despise her right now since she is sitting next to

my mate.

When the bell rang and she dashed out of the classroom, I followed her

to her locker. I approached her, hoping to strike up a discussion, but

she ignored me. Making me stand in the corridor like a fool.

"Man, tell me why you're smiling so wide," Bryce said, putting his hand

on my shoulders.

"I found her."

"Who?"

"My Mate"

Time passes and I am thinking of her when the bell rings again and it is

lunch break. I'm not sure why, but I felt sadness and dread at the same

time, and then it dawned on me that it wasn't my feelings but my

mate's. I followed her smell to the cafeteria and opened the door to see

Bianca, the pack harlot, harassing my mate. My wolf became enraged.

"Back off, Bianca." I snarled, with anger filling my voice.

The pack harlot backed off with her awful little band.

I looked back at my mate to see bruises and slashes on her face.

I walked towards her, outraged at the notion of someone hurting or

harming my mate.

" What happened to your face?" I asked her, hoping for a response, but

she pulled up her hood and hurried out of the cafeteria.

Martin, conduct some investigation on the Fleurie collision, the new

student, I want them as soon as possible I mind linked Martin, I'm

intrigued about the jerk that dared to do that to my precious mate.