You're Killing Me, Mate.

2. He Made the Scars

2. He Made the Scars

“The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.”

― Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key

By the time that I woke up, all of the new furniture were gone and I think I know what happened. Now, it was all replaced with our old furniture in the old flat in Manchester. I just imagine Miguel going to my old flat and all of our things were magically gone thanks to my Demon Dad.

I immediately pull my phone from the drawer of the nightstand and texted him to not come by the flat anymore. s**t! How do I even explain this to him? me having to stay here for months and leaving him there in the UK.

I groan while I wallowingly drop my phone to the side. Knowing my body, I need to stand up and do some stretching. I've been on this bed longer than I think which is bad since I didn't want my muscles to atrophy.

"You okay pumpkin?" I jolt in surprise while my Dad walks silently. He smelled like fire and ash, more than he normally smells throughout the day. I see some ash on his hair and I brush it away when he got close enough.

"I'm fine, I just need to use my legs for a bit" I whisper while standing on my shaky feet with his hand protectively anticipating my probable fall. "What are you and Mom up to?"

He grins "Burning that mongrel's furniture. It's a shame we couldn't burn the house though"

I breathed in a deep breath and let it go slowly. "I miss Miguel"

You miss Frier, not him Eros growls

I roll my eyes at that. Dad ignores this since he knows how the voices in my head gets at times. "He'll be here in Monday. It would go by before you know it"

I press my lips on a straight line, but I didn't say anything else. Moving slowly, I thought about Miguel and how insecure he already is about me with my mate. I could only imagine what he'll think when he learns that I'll have to stay here, he'd be upset that's for sure.

"Hush, now" Dad's arm on my waist tightens and pulls me to his side. He kisses my forehead tenderly while softly looking at me. "Don't think about anything that'll upset you, my child"

Not knowing what else to say, I just smile back. It took me a few steps to realize that Dad has just tricked me, he's carrying me through the remaining steps towards the kitchen. I hit his side.

"Dad! I'm not an invalid" I giggle

He c***s an eyebrow but ignores me. he mutters something about troublesome daughters and that he'll carry me around the world if he has to. I only laugh at him with the full intention of telling him on Mom. Even she hates how protective Demons can get.

When Mom couldn't feed on any nearby human dreams, Dad personally pulled comatose patients from hospitals for Mom to feed on. They had a fight about feeding in secret since we didn't want to move again but after that fight, I haven't seen Mom feed for three months because of him.

"Look at this" Mom says, the moment we got in the kitchen. She's glaring at the red bouquet of flowers and a gift basket on the side. "They sent this while we're burning the shitty furniture in the backyard"

Dad puts me gently on the barstool on the island counter. He eyed the gifts as if they're bombs ready to detonate any minute now. He suspiciously sniffs at the flowers and grimaces, then curled his index finger to turn in to a claw. He rips the plastic on the gift basket and sniffs again like he smelled the most horrifying thing.

"Should we eat it?" I ask, eyeing Dad weirdly while pulling the gift basket towards me. I don't know why they're so apprehensive about food. I really don't care who it came from even if it did come from the devil himself because free food is free food.

"I'd rather eat a troll's foot" Mom growls in ancient demon. She looks around the kitchen suspiciously and sniffs the air. "I have a feeling we're not alone"

I look around the room. Is Frier an asshole and douche enough to eavesdrop and surveil my family? Dad answers the question when he jumps to the counter effortlessly as if flying. He takes out a claw and manages to make a hole then pulls out a small black camera. Frier is incredibly f*****g stupid.

"I've felt the electricity through the walls" Dad crushes the camera in his demonic hand. He looks at me and growls "I've bet that stupid mongrel of yours is perverted enough to put a lot of it in your room"

The idea of Frier watching my every move and even me naked makes my stomach flip. The disgusting werewolf knows no bounds.

He's kinky. I like it Deima purrs in my head

Should we touch our self for him to-I cut Eros off before she can finish. I mentally screamed in my head while glaring down the gift basket in front of me. I do not want the image of me doing that.

"Mirage!" I snap my gaze to Mom whose face was filled with concern and worry. "Are you okay?"

I nod "They were just... the usual"

Mom purses her lips. "Maybe, some music would help you drown them out"

Lately since Eros knew of my plans of getting rid of her even loud music won't drown her or Deima out, they were easily distracted before but now the only times they're silent is when I'm with Frier. It's the worst feeling ever to have to resort for dependence on a stupid monster.

"No, I think I need to talk to that asshat instead." I swing my legs to the side to stand on my feet. I was expecting Dad to stop me or carry me in his arms again but to my surprise he wasn't even in the same room. "Where's Dad?"

"In your room trying to get rid every camera he sees" Mom grins, I see her eyes going mushy and soft again which only meant I have to get out of the house. Stat. "you've got to love that man's dedication to us"

"Okay then I'll go to my stupid mate's pack house" I groan, not wanting to stay or leave the house. It was either speaking to my monster of a mate versus my demon parent's lovemaking which surprisingly Frier is much preferable.

Before I can get to the hallway however, my mom all of a sudden grabs my arm and gives me a pointed look. "I know, I don't really need to remind you that we do not like this man"

"Of course Mom. I know"

"a mating bond is no joke since the Moon goddess makes no mistakes." Mom softly kisses my forehead and cups my cheek. "Use him as much as you can to survive but never fall for him"

"Mom, don't worry" I pat her hand on my cheek. "I won't ever forget what he did to me or what he let them do to me"

Mom nods, her eyes both held pride and pain for me which I understand. This wasn't going to be easy even if we're used to having a difficult life. Having a hybrid daughter isn't easy to keep, our only sanctuaries were hospitals and a few packs that can tolerate my existence.

Werewolf laws states to not ouch any hybrids since they die on their own and rarely survive infancy. So far I'm the only known hybrid that has survived and is even thriving to reach the age of adulthood.

The walk to Frier's pack house was short. It was just a kilometer away to the woods and you'll be able to see the large building that looks to have a lot of apartments inside. I can imagine that his apartment is on the top floor. It looks like an city office building in the middle of the forest.

I heard since he was Alpha he refused to live in his own house and kept a place in the pack house instead. His parents are even on the outskirts of the territory keeping to themselves while he stayed in the fray of it all.

I see a few wolves outside, they were already sniffing and grimacing in my direction. The feeling of high school is coming back again. I was scared ever since that day and I didn't want to be anymore but my brain and body isn't cooperating.

"Look someone got lost" one of the wolves says. Judging from the henna tattoo on his naked chest, he was a warrior. A budding amateur warrior. He'll officially be a warrior once the shield henna tattoo is a real one.

The juvenile is taller than me. I paid him no mind but three more burly young men blocks my way, their eyes held no kindness nor compassion towards me. I can only sense their want to kill me.

They want you leech! Eros sneers

Let them have then! We'll see who dies first

Of course, I die first! I growl at them but you two die with me

I see no problem in that. Let them end our misery Eros haughtily says

"Hey! I'm asking you again" the blonde juvenile in the middle growls at me. "What are you doing here, vamp?"

Oh. They didn't know I'm a hybrid. "I'm here for your Alpha"

The three chuckles darkly as if hearing the most amusing joke. I kept my cool façade and mask even though all I wanted to do was to run the other direction. I have to remind myself that I have no rights at all, they can do anything to me and no werewolf law is going to protect me. I either avoid or run away from the problem. No in between.

"Why would we let a leech like you go to our Alpha's floor?" the brunette on the blonde's left says. I took notice of his boyish looks and he would have looked really attractive if only he wasn't a werewolf that hated my guts.

"Because I told her to come" his voice made my wolf and vampire purr and turn to putty in my mind. The quiet is comforting as they did. The juveniles stands with their back stiff while they turn behind them.

"Alpha" the three says in unison.

"leave" Frier sneers at them. The three immediately scrambles out of view and in opposite directions. They were so scared and frantic that they just took off, not talking about at what direction they should be going.

My fear deflates but I don't let it show. I keep my blank face and meet Frier's piercing gaze. The sight of him makes every cell in my body to yearn for him, an effect I know which is being done by the beings that reside in my body. This isn't what I want but what the two wanted.

They wanted their mates. When I was young, I was stupid and naïve of the idea of having one. I thought if they were made for me then they'd be able to accept who I was and calm the beasts warring inside my body.

The Moon Goddess has probably seen me as an abomination to give me Frier as a mate, she knew that I'll be suffering with him as a soulmate. Frier is gigantic, he's close to seven feet tall and is built perfectly for his frame. He's dressed in a white tank top and jeans, an outfit I've labeled as a narcissist would wear because only people who knows they're good looking would dress so simple and form showing.

"What are you doing here?" he growls, he truly sounds upset. "Are you that desperate to die that you're walking around in my territory alone"

I blink "I'm here to talk"

"Then come with me" he turns towards the entrance and lobby. He led me through the receptionist on her desk and directly to an elevator.

The place was incredibly huge. It looked bigger on the inside with eggshell white tiles and marbled walls. I understand why he'd want to stay in the pack house now. If given the chance, I would stay here too.

We got to an elevator which no one seems to be using. The other elevators were busy being used by other people that didn't try hide their distaste. I've even saw a kid drop her teddy bear at the sight of me and hide behind her mother's legs.

He expects me to be an acting Luna for these people. They can barely even stand my presence much less let me lead them.

I quickly got inside the safety of the elevator. He was so big that I could feel the heat coming off of his body in waves. I try to pay no mind to it while keeping my gaze on the closed elevator doors.

Great, I'm in a confined space with him. I let out a sigh. Perhaps this was a bad idea.

"Didn't I say that you have three days to rest?" he says, his anger permeating in the room which just confuses me.

What got his panties in a twist?

"I'm well enough to come here and ask questions about the stupid position you're thrusting to me. Also, the cameras in our house is twisted."

His lips quirk up almost to a smile, his anger that surrounded the atmosphere slowly disappearing. "you have a bit of an accent now"

"Thanks to my boyfriend, I picked up on it easily" I smile sweetly at him while his smirk dropped to a frown. "You're not going to deny the cameras in my home?"

"No, I installed them especially for your surveillance. Just because I've let you in my pack doesn't mean we trust you enough to not go under observation"

For some reason, him not trusting me hurts. The slight twinge in my chest made me look away from his face and to the elevator doors. I am confident my face didn't show anything but I need to compose myself.

"Frier, do you want me to die?" I say as the pain makes me tired of playing his games so I might as well deal with it now. He's quiet and doesn't reply. It encourages me to continue "I don't know what game you're playing for keeping me here and giving me a job as an acting Luna. Maybe, you're doing it because you want me to die. I know you're sick enough to be able to do it without batting-"

He suddenly slams his fist on a button that halts the elevator. I see the dent he made on the steel but it seems the buttons were still functioning. My eyes widen in surprise but I wasn't able to say anything else before he pins me to the wall of the elevator. My heart erratic but my face blank. His hands caging me in his arms while he glares viciously down at me.

My knees shook but I will myself up. I don't want to fall under his tricks and gaze. The smell of his breath on my nose, cinnamon and sugar. My favorites

"Do you really believe that?" he gruffly says, his lips inches close my mine. I see something flash in his eyes which I read as hurt but I refuse to believe this devil is capable of being hurt.

Keep your cool I remind myself as I carefully formulate my next words in my mind. "Can you blame me? after all, you and your lackeys were keen on it in high school. Plus, am I not just a replacement for you?"

His left cheek twitched. I know he remembers what he did to me, the pain and scars are still on me. "I didn't know you were my mate"

"Is that a good excuse? You made it known that I was nothing and reduced me into a monster to be hated and scorned. You scarred my body and hurt me, almost killing me and yet-I keep saving you from my father that could've killed you in a snap of his fingers and drag you to hell. I don't know why I did that but perhaps I already knew that you were something to me, in a sick and demented way perhaps I already knew you were my mate."

At my words, I see something in him deflate. The almighty Frier is slowly backing down while my words wore him down. I can see the regret in his eyes, the hurt, pain, and self-scorn that I once had in mine. My wolf and vampire whimpers and wants to comfort their mate but the human part, the larger part, is too hurt and upset to do so.

I unbuttoned my shirt, his eyes snapping to my exposed skin. Deep dark lust consuming his eyes but as I go lower it turned back to the emotions he had a few seconds ago.

"Remember these words you marked me? the words you engraved on me with a silver knife? I have such a sick and cruel mate-" I choke on my tears, remembering the day as if it was yesterday.

I curse myself. I thought I was going to be okay and strong enough to be able to do this but apparently not. I touch the scar and trace the words on my stomach

ABOMINATION

MONSTER

DIE

My lips trembled and my eyes lets go of the tears. His face is still a blurry mess in my eyes. "You were right to reject me because I can't imagine being touched by the very person who cut this in to my skin. I wish you and the girl you'll call as your Luna the very best so I reject your offer as an acting Luna but I will find a way to not be a burden to your pack. Excuse me Alpha Frier but this isn't negotiable, you owe me that"

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