~Chapter 18: Glue Never Mends, Just Hides the Damage

Third Person POV

"Turning someone into another species was firmly prohibited by the Human-Natural Society in 2121. The only acceptable circumstance was turning your mate or saving a willing person from death. Even then there was no real reason to turn your mate until marriage or impending death.

This law was one of many to protect the humans.  Humans are necessary to maintain the life of many supernaturals. Since then the population of humans has steadily increased, causing problems and making the Human-Natural Society ask themselves if that law will create problems rather than solutions"

The news caster dialogued. Karta sighed into his hoodie he was currently buried in. Humans' heating system was trash and he wondered how an idiotic species survived this long.

"Did you want something to eat?" He heard his mate ask from across the living room he was currently dwelling in since he refused to sleep with the brute.

"Mmhmm" he just mumbled successfully continuing the silent treatment. He knew it was childish but he thought the years of forcefully claiming your mate was stuck over a century ago when the festival was founded. Haidel grumbled, since marking his mate his anger subsided and mostly turned into annoyance, "Any preferences?" He asked trying to get some sort of conversation. After 2 weeks the silent treatment was wearing him thin.

Karta tapped the remote and the tv turned off, "can a dog manage eggs and pancakes?" He mocked.

Haidel nodded and sighed, he got words—mocking words—but words. For now that was good enough.

Unsatisfied by his reaction Karta went over to the kitchen and sat at the counter bar, "I know you're a dog and everything but can you turn the heat up. Some of us can't grow fur". Haidel flipped over the pancake and grabbed the remote to the furnace, turning it up.

Karta laid his head down on the counter, now that he was claimed he was basically forced to do the mate thing but he didn't want a mate. He didn't want to be all lovey dovey. He gave up that vision a long time ago. He found it ironic. He had everything his past self ever wanted—granted it was a shitty way it happened—but the only reason he lived long enough to become a vampire in the first place was the damn idealistic love bullshit mates were made out to be. Karta was forced out of his thoughts by a soft clang on the table followed by a delicious wafting scent of pancakes and eggs. "Enjoy" Haidel commented before continuing his own quest for food.

After covering his food in syrup he began eating. What the hell, "how old are you?" He suddenly asked. He watched as Haidel's back clenched from the sudden question, "29...you?" He sent the question back to Karta, "mm 34 technically but I was turned when I was 18"

"You weren't a vampire very long" Haidel stated the obvious.

"Mmhmm"—he said through a mouthful of eggs and syrup—"My mother hired the Duke to turn me"

"Why would she—?" Haidel started just to get cut off.

"Cause I was dying" Karta stated simply.

Haidel was about to speak again when he heard the silverware clatter behind him. As he turned around he was hit by the smell of his mate...in heat. Karta panted as he held onto the counter for dear life. Life couldn't have better timing he thought as he felt his pants moisten by the minute. "God humans have really adapted haven't they" he sassed and looked back up at Haidel only to see his eyes completely black. His wolf in control. The only thought that washed over him was one.

He's completely and entirely fucked, figuratively and probably literally.

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Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. What's gonna happen next? Thanks for reading!

~❤️Onyxicea