Lycan’s Mate

Authors Note: Hi! To understand this story, you need to read the first book, The Lycan Mate’s Souls, by Meg Elly Gerena Anna pov Having no dreams can be a peaceful thing if your days are constantly filled with working on how to take care of creatures of the night and fairytales. As the sound of the alarm starts and my peace goes out the window with each sound it brings, I welcome my new Monday. Why is it Monday already? It was Saturday yesterday. As I run my eyes from trying to wake up because I desperately have to accept my reality that it’s just another horrible day for me, it starts to rain again. This place is constantly under gray weather. My name is Anna Marie Giselle. I am 14 years old, and I hate Mondays. I slowly get up and see my room has the lights off, meaning no one, mostly my mom, hasn't gotten into my room yet. I stretch my arms and legs and get my cell—no messages or texts from anyone. I get up because I know that if I don't, my mom will make it her life's mission to get me up and off to school. Looking around at my clothes, I picked out my school uniform. Yes, I have a school uniform because I attend a particular school for special kids. NOT. It's a private school with many of the best kids, and we are a chain of schools. There are no public schools in the USA. Those who can’t afford to attend the schools are given the chance to afford the payment. They have the family members agree to host sure students as chaperones to the "New Kids." It took me a while to understand what all of that meant. Every year, a group of special kids from Esteral comes to our schools because Jordon Planet is the best. I tell myself in SARCASM because every morning, I wake up super happy, and even more on a Monday. Luckily, this year, all the schools got them. It seems something big will happen because it's rarely like this at the school with this program. Esteral is known as the Creature Home, and Jordon is known as the Human Sanctuary. We were forced out of Esteral to be protected. I agree with the getting out part, but I'm not too fond of knowing monsters exist. I mean, I love Jack Skellington, and I love even more all of the classic novels, but to know real monsters exist? It's overkill! Not happy with babysitting new monsters, I get my gold square pattern skirt out, along with my yellow cotton school shirt. It has the school's logo on the side, a white wolf that is howling up with the words "Gothel Private School Education Grade 10". Each color on the school uniform has its meaning. Gold is 10 grade, green is 11, and purple is 12. I get my school shoes out, my school jacket, and my towel ready for my shower. My parents are the main house that takes care of the "New kids," so I have my bathroom, I take my shower, and once I turn off the water, I hear someone knocking on my door. “I'm almost done!!!!!!!!!” I shout from the shower. I can hear someone come in. It's not Mom because she stays out till I answer her again. I'm pretty sure it's my oldest sister. She is in 11 grade, Sophia. She looks more like my dad. She looks like a black-haired Carey Mulligan, kind of. She knocks on my bathroom door, and I get dried fast, place my towel around me, and open the door. “I said I'm almost done.” I repeat myself to Sophia, dropping from the shower I’m taking. “Morning, little sister, I am taking us to school." “So hurry it up! We got the new kids today. Hopefully, I am one of their mates! " She says sarcastically. I roll my eyes at her sarcasm. “The new kids get here today?” I was a bit surprised and instantly regretted continuing to talk to her. "Yes, they get here tomorrow, I am so horny for them!" Today, we get the scoop after class! So that means we are heading back home in my car, too. No extra nothing. " She declares while I’m still waiting for her to leave my bathroom. “You got it, Queen.” I respond with a hint of annoyance at her dramatic and explicit declaration. She closes the door in my face, lovely. I get back to put on my underwear, my shirt, my skirt, my short pants, and my shoes, and then I put on my makeup and brush my black hair. I look suitable for an ordinary girl, yeah, sure, routine. I look just like Lily Collins but am shorter, with black hair and green eyes. I am so done with today. It's Monday, My Only Nightmare Day. I get my whole stuff and head down. Dad is not home. Awesome. Mom is eating with Sophia, so that is good food! Once Sophia sees me, she says, “You might want to get your stuff to go.” I ignore her to get my attention back to my food. “Fat chance, I am getting my food, and it's now. Good morning mom, how's dad?” I asked, looking between Mom and her. Mom looks at me and helps adjust my shirt a bit, “He is still sleeping, making sure things are ready for tomorrow. He is happy you get to help him later, hopefully with a smile?” She asks me, but I know it’s more of a demand. I finally take my seat and start getting food in my place. I'm allergic to chicken eggs of any kind, and any food that contains them, I can't eat, but I can eat good beef and hash browns. I get my whisky, or well, my version of it called soda. I am a soda addict, so yes, I can see the stars. I'm not fond of coffee, so I am a wired girl. I look at my mom, Julie. She is a combination of us both. I know it should be the other way around, but nope, and with each bite, I answer her, "Well, I will because I have to.” “But you know, it's worth it, champ.” My mom grabs my check that’s full of food, and I move away so I can eat properly. “I will do it with a smile if we eat well tonight.” I bargained with her. She stayed with a thinking face and placed her hand on her chin. Well, I will be baking a lovely cake tonight, and we will be eating it on the BBQ.” My mom declares my offer as an offer, and I raise my hand in favor. I take my plate to the dishwasher. “Text me the menu, and we will then agree.” I respond by going back to get my backpack. I kiss her as she drinks her coffee, “Perfect!” She answers me and takes her cell to do just that. My mom kisses me on the cheek as she takes the plate away. I leave with her to get a coffee and head to Sophia's car. She has an average car, not a big deal, a standard sedan with way too much glitter on the inside of the car. I get my stuff on the car floor, we don't talk, and she puts on a Hollywood radio station. I close my eyes and pray I get to class faster than the chick talks, but just like my Mondays, these get super fun. Can't I be in bed today? I sit looking out at the grey sky. With so much pollution, it's hard to believe I live here. By here, I mean these lands that are a subgenre of science fiction that incorporates retro-futuristic technology and aesthetics to be 'inspired' by industrial steam-powered machinery. Works are often set in an alternative Victorian era history, where steam power remains mainstream. All the pretty things of this land can make anyone go into depression, complex, ugly depression. We arrived at the school just in time. We started to take our classes. I am so happy. I get to my locker. I get what I need, and I go to my first class of the day. I have some friends in school and out of school. Yes, just two because, well, I am not popular like my sister, Carol, and Iris, who are in our class waiting for our teacher. I sit with them and chat a bit, then the teacher enters, and we start our classes. At lunch, everything goes super awesome. I get a text from my sister saying, "Get to the janitor's locker NOW!". I close my eyes because I know what that means, Dexter. I started to reply to her, “Dex again?” Keeping my head down and scratching it with my nails to stay calm, I say, “Happy Monday to me.” I say it out loud. “They are so going to...” Iris starts but is cut off by a screaming Sophia. I look behind me, and I see that a teacher opens the door to the janitor's locker. Oh no. My eyes grow in size as I get up fast and run to the locker. Seeing as the teacher closed it quickly, I knocked on it. “It's me!” I scream. I keep knocking on the door. " I am holding my face to not show others how embarrassed I am. “CLOTHES!” Sophia demands, and I look at the door with a pissed and defeated face. She has got to be kidding me. “I don't have any...” I answer but get cut off by the worst person to get near me. Prof. MCding stands beside me and directs himself to the door before me. I close my eyes and put my hand on my eyes to not show others my face of embarrassment. “Miss Sophia and Sir Dexter are in the principal's office now!” He yells at them. Hearing Dexter's answer made it worse, "Yes, Professor.” I look at the principal. He nods in agreement to get them some clothes. “I will be back,” I scream as I go to the gym. I go to the gym where our gym clothes are. I get some for Dexter and Sophia and return to the janitor's locker. I knock on it, and Sophia opens it. She takes the clothes and waits till the bell rings. I knock again. “I am going home with..” I start, but then I realize I never asked them till I heard them agree without me asking, making me feel the sky is on my side. “Carol and Iris,” Iris says, holding her mouth to not laugh at my embarrassing moment. “Carol and Iris, anything I should do?” I asked her before I retired to save my dignity. “Smooth my punishment?” She says a bit innocently, is she being serious? I am not getting in trouble because she can’t hold it in her pants, but she is my sister. “I will try. See you at home, Sophy. See you, Dex. " I reply to them as if I would ever throw my own life away because they have hormonal problems. “Bye, Anna.” Answers with a chuckle. Dexter and I know that my day will be very embarrassing. I finish my classes, and just as they say, Carol and Iris get me home, but I am not ready for the cars in the house. Did the new kids get here earlier? “Can we stay with you?” Iris asks me, and I don’t know what to say. I get out without answering her. “Seems to be a better way to ease the blow of Sophia.” Comments I follow Carol inside, and I take a deep breath. Giving up, I accepted their help. “I would love you more than you can ever imagine.” They jump excitedly. “Like the locker?” It reminds me of Iris, and I close my eyes to shake out the bad goosebumps. “Cringing!” I yell as I enter my house while they laugh at me in pain as we get out of my home. I don't live in a small house. I live in a mansion with around 100 people, monsters, and creatures. It's light blue with white. It was given to my dad to be taken care of and used only to house his family and those the military and government assigned to him. It is known as The Breakers' home, and to kill all the joy, I see our new kids. -Back in the dark castle where Cassian rules the shadows, he looks into the cauldron towards the islands where the Parrot Pack arrived at the Coqui Pack- Cassian POV Looking through the magic of this elf and its helping hands of minions, I see no point in trying to catch them individually. I'd rather have them all after they are in this house. Judging by the lack of interest from Anna, this should be a synch. “Dimitri, my orders are to have you leave with the sisters to the Sunflower Pack.” He turns to leave, and as he does, I link my mate. ‘Tell the girls to curse Dimitri and leave him chained in the old Dolphin Pack. I’m sure there are my worries with numerous of the redhead girls we have collected ready to be transported. Any word on the one that got away?’ My mate quickly replied to me in a no nonsense manner. ‘Unfortunately, I will check the pack with their cargo.’ I growl, knowing nobody is doing a damn thing to make sure the damn girls are being guarded. How can I return to my Celeste if no one does their job? Celeste is to reincarnate along with my brother. I know this Mario is the reincarnation of my brother. I’ll handle him soon. After all I had his son captive till the piece of s**t escaped my grasp. I have a good idea where my brother’s son is located but I need to draw him out to capture him again, just like many of my others. The problem is I don’t have the one who holds Celeste’s spirit, or to be more precise, her Hybrid Flor, I could detect her faster but I haven’t had the opportunity to do so. This is what I get from being surrounded by useless tools who can’t do their job right! Looking into Mario, he is simply having a common girl problem with this Hector fellow. I wonder, however, why he is fascinated with this Michelle.