Javier POV
I stand by the door, checking out my image in the small tiny mirror on the door.
It's taking every ounce of my power to resist myself and barge in there to claim my mate.
I have to look good; that seems to be the priority.
My mate has to see me differently, and I must put on a good impression on our first meeting.
Or maybe not our first.
Flattening the black hair on my head, I lick my lower lip, moisten it, and let it glow.
I pull open the door and saunter in. A smile grazes my lips and excitement bubble within me as the smell waft through my nose.
So overwhelming that it almost makes me dizzy; the smell of soap and a sharp sweet smell of rotten pineapple.
As soon as I close the door behind me, I dance my eyes through the almost deserted class, before my eyes settle on the one girl that's sitting alone in the whole class.
"Mate?" Zeke, my wolf grumbles inside me.
I could bet he's thinking what I'm thinking too.
She could not be our mate, could she? Yet, the sweet, appealing smell is oozing from her.
I scoff, a frown latching on my face as I glare at the little thing that sits three seats away from me, quite oblivious that she's got herself a company she'd rather not have.
"Don't tell me..." Zeke chuckle
I recognize a human when I see one, and I know how unwanted they are among the pack and how unpopular they're to me especially.
"A human!" Zeke sounds outraged, I could almost feel him wanting to leap out of me and tear her apart.
That's one of the factors we both possess. We couldn't have clicked so well if we have many disagreements. Zeke hates humans as much as I do.
"Not our mate, is she, Javi?"
"I can't believe it too,"
The girl looks up and our gaze met. For the first time in my life, I appreciate my friends not being here with me.
Right! It's bad enough with a human being my mate, but a nerdy one at that.
"Hey... Hi" she stutters, her lips quivering nervously, and her eyes twitch.
In my five years of being in this school, this is the first time I'll be seeing someone as ugly as her.
And here I'm, thinking that her scent smell sweet and appealing.
Nervously, she twitches in her seat, tilting her thick round spectacle up her face.
Just what the hell is the moon goddess thinking? Mating me up with a human.
My mate stood up and picked her book on the table, she detach herself between the seat and desk and stumble forward.
I smirk, angle toward her, and wrap my arms around my chest.
"Hi, I am Javier,"
"No! We're not going to accept her!" Zeke growl. "Let me take over you asshole!"
Ignoring Zeke, my eyes move down to her name tag; Isobel Anderson.
And she's even in my grade.
What a lame name.
Her eyes widen, probably because I'd just talked to her. Isobel licks her lower lip nervously, looking anywhere but at me. Her face, now turning a brighter shade of red, her ears reddening and her heart thud so hard I could almost feel myself vibrating.
Yeah! I expect more of this reaction from my mate, which unfortunately happens to be her.
"I... I am.."
"Isobel!" I cut her off, nudging my head toward her chest.
If Isobel was blushing before, then it's nothing to what her face looks like now.
On a normal day, I will never have to take a second glance at this girl before me, but here I am, standing before her, and almost having a normal conversation with her.
I scoff, unwrap my arms from my chest, and lean forward.
Isobel steps back, and I take another step forward.
Coward!
I'd rather stay mateless than accept this feeble human as my mate.
Like a flash, my hand wrapped tight around her neck, shoving her against the wall. The force of which sent her glasses off her face and she let out a short yelp.
"Javier..." She splutters.
I smirk. Look at her. Weak! Pathetic!
I let out a sickening smile. My chest tightens and I feel my blood boiling in anger.
What's it? How dare she! How could she be my mate?
My gaze hardens, I tighten my hand around her neck, teeth grit together.
I don't care what happens to her, all I want now is to get her out of my sight.
"Javier..." She cough. "Why..."
Tears roll down her face, but I don't give a damn
She's the most unwanted being I have ever seen, but I couldn't reject her, nor could I accept her.
Releasing my hand around her neck, I pull her against my chest, earning a loud short gasp from her.
Her chest rises and falls against mine. She's scared; I'd just make that happen. She fears me, and I'll make myself the most terrible nightmare in her reality.
"Javier..."
"Stop!" I growl.
Just like I hate seeing her face, her voice is too cool for someone I want to kill.
Inhaling sharply, the sweet sharp smell of rotten pineapple that now appalls me, I latch my mouth onto her neck.
"Javier..."
Isobel wriggles to free herself.
Ugh! What a shame! What's human power compared with the to-be Alpha of the reigning pack?
I snake my arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against my body as I graze my teeth on her neck.
"What are you doing?" Zeke growl.
"Making her pay," I reply.
I'll never reject her, nor will I ever accept her, I'll let her pay for being my mate.
********
"Javier, are you sure you're okay?" Jake says, dropping his spoon to stare me directly in the face.
"Yeah!" I reply. "Just a bit down."
"You're okay before you left the house this morning!" Rose, my sister says, glaring at me.
What is it to them? Huh? They've never been mated to a human, are they?
I drop my fork with a clank on the table. I don't know how I'll be able to eat after knowing my mate to be some despicable weak and pathetic human being.
The ghost of her smell still lingers in my nose; the smell that I've now grown to hate.
I sigh, pressing my fingers on my temple softly. Gazing up at the eight pairs of eyes that gaze at me curiously, I manage a faint smile.
"I am bored," I smirk. "I need to have some fun"
"Oohhh..." Liam hoots, swiping his hand over his blue hair. "want to go clubbing?"
"No!" I smirk, for I've just seen someone who'd entertain me now and make my boredom go away.
Isobel sits just a few seats away from my table, her thick round glasses back to her face, the stupid bang in her forehead hiding half of her face.
I smile in embarrassment, mentally thinking of how my friends would behave when they get to know that my mate is no other than the girl in a baggy sweatshirt, some silly thick glasses on her face which she bury in a book.
Just how thick can she be?
A shame I call it
"Then what?" Eric calls out.
"Just wait,"
My idea of fun differs starting from today, I'd let my friends in on the joke but not now.
Hissing, I stood from my table and approach hers, pulling out a chair beside her and dumping my ass in it.
"One interesting book, is it?"
Isobel jumps, dropping her book and the fork. She blinked rapidly under the round spectacles she wore.
Right! She'd get some thick eyelashes and mesmerizing golden brown eyes.
Of course, all those are just a facade, she's still nothing but a human I'd love to toy with
"Don't you dare touch my friend!"
I whirl my face to look at the owner of that voice. A girl sits beside Isobel, glaring at me as though she wants nothing but to stick a sword into my stomach.
"And you are?" I crease my brows.
"What am I to you?" She fires back.
I chuckle. Huh! One thick girl she is.
"If you touch my friend..."
"What are you going to do?" I smirk. "I love dare, you see."
My gaze was level with hers, blue to black. Something seems off in her gaze. She doesn't look human, yet she's not a wolf
My brow raises, what's she then if she's neither?
"C'mon, Rina," Isobel grabs her elbow, shaking her gaze away from me.
"What do...what do you want...you want from me, Javier?"
I mentally cuss myself for finding her voice so cool. No! How dare she make my name rolls freely on her tongue?
I lean forward, breathing heavily on her plastered neck.
"And what have you done to me, little nerdy?" I smirk.
Isobel gulps nervously, she shifts uncomfortably away from me but I grab her elbow and pull her back to me.
I hate her, and she has to know that. I have to show the moon goddess the mistake she makes for mating me with one pathetic human.
I slid my hand to her waist, digging my nails into it and earning a deep intake of breath from her.
"Javier..."
"You," I say in a singsong tone. "You make me do it, Bel."
"Listen..."
"I need a new prey," my nail digs deeper, earning a wince from her.
No surprise, but her pain kind of brings me peace of mind. "What do you think about being one, Isobel?"
