My Mate, The Greek God.

Attention: Before you start reading this story, keep it in mind that it’s not your typical werewolf story. In this world, the werewolf and Lycan characters aren’t the kinds to live for thousands of years. Some rules will be bent so it will be different from most of the werewolf stories we’ve all read before. Please keep an open mind if you’re willing to follow me in this new deviation. • It's 10:21 am. I look out through the window; the sunrise causing a haze over my vision. The light blinds my eyes for a brief moment before I'm able to see the garden outside the packhouse clinic. It's a beautiful large garden that helps to keep me alive. I mean, apart from the meds. And of course, the dialysis machine. "Wendy?" I hear the voice of my nurse, Sandra. "Were you able to find someone to help you with the maths problem?" "Not yet. But Dad said—" "Well, I found you a Maths genius!" She cut me off with a squeal, looking so delighted. "Really?" I ask, feigning excitement. "Who will that be? I just hope you're not talking about Dylan?" "No, not Dylan. Your helper will be coming from the Fraternity pack." "The fraternity pack?" I frown at her, feeling my brows creasing together. "Why will you consider anyone from that crazy werewolves pack? You know my Father is not on good terms with their Alpha." "I know. But trust me, no one has to know. He'll only help you before your exam comes. You won't see him around here after that. I think two weeks should be enough for you to cover all your topics, isn't it so?" "It is more than enough. Although I don't like this idea of yours, I don't think I can wait any longer for Father to find me, someone. I'll just go with your candidate, no one has to know where he will be coming from. Did he name his price?" "Oh, don't worry about that, I'll take care of it. You just do well in understanding whatever he teaches you. And by the way, his name is Adonis Xander Tiffin. I think you'll like him." I open my mouth to tell Sandra not to take that responsibility, but she leaves in a hurry. As if she knows what's on my mind and doesn't want to hear it. Sandra is like the elder sister I can never have. She's my older brother's Mate although I don't even think that Lucas Smith deserves her. Lucas is the name of my controlling older brother and future Alpha of our pack, the white wolves pack. We are so close with Sandra that I'm now beginning to believe that she's my best friend, despite our age differences. I'm seventeen years old, while Sandra is twenty-four, the same age as Lucas. But our friendship knows no age. Age is just a number. She's the coolest person I know. Not that I've met a lot of cool people though. How could I have, when I've been stuck in this packhouse clinic for like. . . almost my whole life? The thing is, my parents don't go out with me and they don't allow me to go out on my own either. Because I'm sick. I was born sick. At the tender age of four, I was diagnosed with hereditary kidney disease and showed symptoms of nephrotic syndrome. My disease is supposed to be hereditary, but my Dad doesn't have it. His Dad does. The old man passed away with an End-Stage Renal Disease at the age of fifty-three. I think he lived a pretty long life. Because I don't think I will. Sometimes, I think that my disease will be the cause of my death. No matter what I read on the internet about the survival chances, it's like there's this voice somewhere in my head that tells me the bitter truth. That my disease will kill me no matter how many times I fight it. Oh, that bitter truth doesn't sound so bitter to me anymore. When I was four, I received an aggressive treatment that forced my disease to go into remission. However, it came back over the years as I was getting older. I've already suffered thirteen relapses within the last four years, but they weren't as terrible as my fourteenth relapse that started over the last two months. I suffered from a severe infection. It was fatal, I barely escaped from the clutches of death. I'm still hospitalized and I get dialysis three times a week. I think my kidneys are sick of pretending to be kidneys. They're becoming mad at me and that's why I'm being punished. My kidneys are either in the process of failing or have failed. I adjust myself on my small bed and return to staring out the window, all I have to do is crane my neck to look outside. Because my bed is against the wall so the window is right beside me. Just a tiny bit higher than my chin when I'm on the bed. Two figures in the garden caught my eye. One is Sandra, talking to another person that catches my eyes much more than Sandra. He's tall, lean, with an athletic body. I'm sure of it because he's wearing a tight black T-shirt that reveals the contours of his chest, shoulders, biceps, and his flat abdomen. His pants are also tight and ripped in the knees and thighs. He looks like a model with that brown-haired waterfall hairstyle on his head. Or no, I swear he looks like that Greek god I've never seen before. But I've read and heard so much about Greek gods that I'm sure my description of this boy will fit the category. I crane my neck harder to take a look at his shoes. I don't know what they're talking about but they look close. Sandra has never told me she knows such a hot, handsome boy like this. Or maybe. . . Oh wow, the thought suddenly comes to my mind. He might be the maths tutor she told me about. That's it. . . As if he can hear my thoughts, his head snaps in my direction, his eyes narrowing down to my window. The eye contact. So intense. He's staring at me. Maybe at the window. The aura changes. And I'm beginning to feel strange all of a sudden. My wolf begins to growl inside my head. For the first time in my life after my first shift, I can feel a mate bond. Mate. Mine. My Mate. Oh dear baby moon goddess, don't curse me for having another god other than you. I have found my mate! But do you have to make a Greek god my mate?