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Chapter 2 My Mate

  • Regina
  • "Love is not love.
  • Which alters when it alters,
  • Or bends with the remover to remove:
  • O no! It is an ever-fixed mark.
  • That looks on tempests and is never shaken."
  • I sighed happily upon reading those beautifully written words. I just have one wish in life: to find a lover who loves me like the words written in the phrase. Someone who sees me as an unchanging presence in their life, unwavering even in the face of challenges and difficulties To have a love that remains steadfast, like an anchor amidst the storms of life, is truly something I long for.
  • Similar to the meaning of the phrase.
  • ‘Love is not true love.
  • which changes whenever an issue comes up.
  • or ends when the beloved disappears.
  • No, it is a permanent thing.
  • that goes through wild storms and is never shaken.
  • It is the constant North Star used as a guide by all lost ships.
  • whose value is immeasurable, although it is often taken for granted.
  • Love is not dependent on time, though your youthful rosy lips and cheeks
  • are inevitably affected by the cruel effects of time,
  • Love alters not only over the course of a few brief hours and weeks,
  • but bears it out even to the end of the world!
  • If this is wrong and you can prove otherwise,
  • I have never written anything of value, and no one ever truly loved.’
  • Someone who can tell me, ‘No matter what, I love you and only you, and you are the one and only for me. Regina. I love you."
  • I can’t help but giggle thinking about that time in my life.
  • "Regina," I heard someone calling my name as the book hit right on top of my head.
  • "Ouch, that hurts." I cried, looking up at Mr. Sanders and glaring at him before adjusting his glasses.
  • "How many times do I have to call to grab your attention?" he asks. "And why are you reading Shakespeare in history class?"
  • "Sorry," I said, trying to hide my glance from him because I knew if I didn't, I might be scolded pretty badly. Mr. Sanders sighed and crossed his arms, waiting for my response. I quickly closed the book and stammered, "I...I just couldn't resist. Shakespeare's words always transport me to another world."
  • "That’s all you have, you have to say." I nodded my head.
  • Mr. Sanders sighed, taking my book away from me. "You need to focus on the material we're covering in class," he said sternly. "Shakespeare is important, but not right now." I felt a pang of disappointment as he walked back to his desk, my beloved book in his hands. "See me after the class."
  • I sighed as he left, along with my book. And the bell rang at that very minute. I cursed. Couldn’t the bell ring a few minutes before at least I would have my book by then?
  • "Caught again," said Jack, sitting on my desk. I glanced at Jack, feeling frustrated.
  • "Yeah, Mr. Sanders always catches me with my book," I replied, slumping in my chair. "It's like he has a sixth sense for it."
  • "Don’t remind me." I sighed. "I have the worst luck."
  • "Well, maybe he will be easy on you. Come on, Regina, how hard can Mr. Sanders be for his own sister?" I shrugged, doubtful. I punched his arm. "I highly doubt it," I said, wincing at the thought. "You don’t even know him. He is my brother; that’s why he will be more strict with me, both in school and at home."
  • Jack chuckled and rubbed his arm. "Come on, cheer up, and treat me today. Now smile." Jack said, grabbing my bag and pushing me out of the class. "Now smile, fool."
  • "I’m smiling. Now let go; I’m hungry," I said as we walked to the cafeteria.
  • Both Jack and I walked together to the cafeteria, and my heart started pounding in my chest as my eyes followed the person standing right in front of me.
  • "Hey, I heard you got caught again by your brother," said Peter, her long-shot childhood crush.
  • "Not you too," I sighed, but then smiled as he wrapped his arms around my shoulder. We continued chatting and catching up as we made our way to the cafeteria line. The familiar warmth of Peter's embrace made me forget about my hunger for a moment.
  • "Don’t worry, cheer up, and let’s all go shopping today," Peter said as they made their way to their seats.
  • "Shopping, why?" I asked.
  • "Prom is coming, fool, and I don’t have anything good to wear. So help select some fine stuff," I chuckled at Peter's playful insult and agreed to help him find the perfect outfit for prom. As we sat down at the table, I couldn't help but feel grateful for his friendship and excited for the upcoming shopping trip.
  • "Prom," I smiled, thinking Peter might ask me to be his prom date. Then again, he will. He doesn’t know that I have had feelings for him for so long.
  • But then again, a guy doesn’t need to make the first move. I decided to take matters into my own hands and subtly drop hints about my feelings during our shopping trip. After all, sometimes taking a leap of faith can lead to unexpected outcomes.
  • Yes, I will ask Peter to be my prom date, and just two days before prom is Peter’s 18th birthday. Who knows? Maybe he turns out to be my mate.
  • "Mate...," I mumbled, smiling just at the thought of having Peter as a mate. The idea of having Peter as my mate filled me with excitement and anticipation. I couldn't help but imagine the deep connection we could share if he felt the same way.
  • "Mate," Jack said, breaking me from my thoughts as I placed a bowl of pasta in front of me. "What's Mate?"
  • "She might be thinking about one of the many books she reads all the time," Peter said, changing the subject, and I nodded and took a deep breath of relief. I was grateful that Peter had redirected the conversation.
  • "Oh, I see, Regina and her books; sh*t, I forgot my juice on the counter," Jack said, leaving Peter and me alone.
  • As Jack left to retrieve his juice, Peter and I exchanged a knowing glance. It was clear that Peter had picked up on my discomfort and had stepped in to save me from further questioning about my thoughts. "Be careful what you say here," Peter said, and I nodded.
  • "I’m sorry," I said, stopping myself from speaking further after seeing Jack come back.
  • How foolish of me to forget that Jack is human, unlike me and Peter.
  • And he is our friend, but some secrets are hard to share, like my being a werewolf.
  • Both Peter and I are werewolves, and, unlike humans, we live in groups, or what wolves will call packs.
  • Many things differentiate us from humans, like our status, which is defined by birth. I am a year younger than Peter, but status-wise, I am far superior to him or anyone in my pack except my brother, who is the alpha of our pack and always scolds me in class.
  • And in just a few months, I will find my mate, and how much I wish it to be Peter, even if he is a normal warrior of our pack. I don’t care. All I ever wished for in my life was to find someone who loved me as much as my dad does my mom, or more than that, if possible. I've always admired the love and bond my parents share, and I long for a similar connection with my future mate. Despite Peter's status as a normal warrior, I believe he has the potential to fulfill my deepest desires for love and companionship.
  • "Why the hell are you smiling?" Jack interrupts, breaking all my sweet future predictions.
  • I turn to Jack, slightly annoyed by his interruption. "Can't a girl daydream in peace?" I retort, hoping to regain my train of thought.
  • "Not when the girl is Regina," Jack said, laughing at his own words. I roll my eyes at Jack's comment, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement.
  • "Well, lucky for you, I don't need your approval or validation," I reply with a smirk, determined to hold onto my belief in Peter's potential. "Shut up, or do you want me to kick your ass? Like I used to in the past?" I replied, smirking deviously. Jack's laughter dies down as he raises an eyebrow at my challenge, realizing that I'm not backing down.
  • "No, thank you," he said, running away from me and Peter.
  • "Shit, how can I forget? I have to meet Sam in his office." I sighed, running fast with my bag in hand.
  • And just as I was close to Sam’s office, something hit my body like a wall, making me lose my balance. I closed my eyes tight, waiting to fall on my ass, but the fall never came. Instead, strong arms wrapped around me, preventing me from hitting the ground.
  • I cracked my eyes to check on the owner of my hands, and the first thing my eyes could see were two brown, almost black eyes staring at my face. A warm smile spread across the stranger's face as he steadied me. I also wanted to thank the person for helping me get out of his arms, but everything seemed to have stopped and my body seemed paralyzed. As I struggled to regain control of my body, a rush of gratitude washed over me. With my throat dry and my heart pounding in my chest, nothing seemed to come out of my mouth until I faintly heard a word from the stranger’s mouth.
  • "Mate..." I heard him mumble before I could feel my consciousness slipping away, as if being pulled into a deep abyss. Panic surged through me, but I was powerless to fight it. In that fleeting moment before everything went black, I wondered who this stranger was and why he had called me "mate."