My Mate, The Greek God.

2. A Greek God Is My Mate!

He's still looking at me, no doubt, feeling the mate bond and the undeniable magnetic force of attraction between us.

I'm the first to look away, my hands pulling the blinds so hard as I shut the window in a hurry.

My heartbeat. . . I feel shaken up to my core.

My wolf is still howling in my head, she can't stop making the deafening noises. I did not name her back when I had my first shift at the age of thirteen, but now I will call her Lulu since we've finally found our mate while I'm still seventeen.

It's nothing unusual though, some werewolves in our pack found their mates at the age of sixteen.

Now the main point is, where do I go from here? I mean, what am I supposed to do? I'm sure he has felt it too, and I think he will be coming here at any moment to find me.

I did not even cleanse my armpits today, I feel so insecure with my whole appearance.

Sniffing the air around me, I'm immediately aware that I smell like urine due to my poor health condition. I can't even imagine what opinions he will form after meeting some pale-faced, skinny girl with dirty blonde hair, who smells like piss, stuck on a hospital cot, and daring to call herself his mate?

How exactly would that sound in anybody's mind?

More like a mating disaster!

Looking down at my blue pajama pants, I can see how crumpled it looks, and oh my babymoon, it even has a tear between my legs.

I feel the urge to look out the window again, so I carefully open up just a little space for my eyeball to fit in. The garden is empty, I can neither see Sandra nor him, my Mate.

All of a sudden, I sniff something in the air, not the piss of course, but a delicious scent that provokes my wolf who begins to howl louder all over again.

Turning my head around to trace the direction of the scent, my eyes widen in shock when I see him standing in the middle of my room.

What! When did he even. . .

I stare directly at him, mouth hanging open. I don't even realize I've been subconsciously licking my lips until I see him giving me a weird look, a crease of frown forming between his thick and dark eyebrows.

"Never seen a dude before? What are you staring at?" His rude way of speaking quickly gets to me, his eyes cold as ice as he stands there, scowling at me.

Well actually, I've seen many dudes before but I've never seen a prick until now, i***t!

"I.. You. . ." I stop to wet my lips for the last time before I continue, "Well, I'm like this because you just barge into my room without knocking, that's why I'm looking at you. Wouldn't you be surprised if you were the one in my shoes? Who are you, Mr?" I hope he gets my sarcasm.

"The door was opened. Besides, this is a clinic wardroom, not meant for a single person." Well, he's right. It's not my room, I'm in a general ward but because I'm the only patient occupying the space, for now, that technically means I have control over the ward.

"I asked you. Who are you, Mr 'tough guy, angry at the world'?" I quote the sentence with my hands closing the quotation mid-air.

"Adonis Xander Tiffin." He says, as though he doesn’t get my intended sarcasm. I'm sure he does get it, though. Because that would be a waste of my precious, sarcasm talent.

"Sandra already told you what I'll be doing for the next two weeks. You're the girl I'm supposed to tutor in Maths. Where are your studying materials? Bring them out, let's get it done faster so I can leave this place."

"Oh, wait, hold on. Do you mean we're starting today? As in, right now?" My tone has shifted completely to that of a surprised one. How bipolaric, if that is even a word you can find in a dictionary.

I'm like, jumping from intimidating him to being a curious cat.

"Why would I have come all the way here?" He scoffs and makes space for himself on one of the empty beds. "I should've known what sort of an unserious person I'll have to be dealing with."

I huff and roll my eyes. He's already making me exhaust the little energy I have. "Point number one, nobody is forcing you to do this," I say, more softly, "and point number two. . . I'm not unserious so don't ever call me that. I just don't think we can start the lesson today."

Averting my eyes to the dialysis machine which has a tube connected to my forearm, I add, "You might be blind in the mind, but I'm sure your eyes are good enough. As you can see, I'm still on the machine. I won't be able to focus on the lessons the way I want to."

Right. I think my words got to his big ego this time.

I'm surprised that he still hasn't said anything about our mate bond. I'm not sure whether he feels the bond or whether he is only acting like he doesn't feel it.

But at this point, my wolf is losing her mind. That is if she's even qualified enough to have a mind of her own.

"You're using that as an excuse to be lazy?" His remarks come unexpectedly as he shakes his head, "I shouldn't have agreed to this tutoring of a thing."

"Excuse me?" I give him a look that demands an explanation. Is he blind even in the eyes or what does he mean? "How can you talk to me like that? Don't you know anything about compassion? And manners of talking to other people? Or did you grow up in a bush? Mr. George of the jungle?"

"Just because you're on a dialysis machine doesn't mean you can't study. If you have the time to be peeking out at other people through the window, you should be putting that time for a good purpose, Miss Ursula of civilization."

Oh wow, just look at how blessed I am in my life. After suffering from all this shitty hereditary disease, I now have an insensitive jerk as my mate.

You've got to be kidding me, babymoon goddess. I seriously don't like the nerves of this guy. How old is he, even? I don't think he's reached the age of twenty.

"You know what? Just go." I say, breathing slowly. "I'll explain to Sandra why we can't work together." My wolf almost slaps me in the brain after I said that.

She's not happy with my choice. Well, I'm not happy either, being a b***h to my Mate but he leaves me with no choice. I won't be having any disrespectful guy as a Mate. I will take things into my own hands and change my destiny all in the face of the baby Moon goddess.

"Are you even listening to me? I told you to go," I repeat, feeling irritated by his lack of attention on me. How dare he choose to press his phone at this point that I'm beyond furious.

He arches up an eyebrow, his green eyes unexpectedly meeting with mine as he mumbles, "I'm not going anywhere," and he holds my gaze as if daring me to make him leave.

The intense look in his eyes makes me want to grab and pull him, remind him that he's my mate and tell him to quickly claim me. But of course, that's just what I feel because of the attraction. Not exactly what I plan to do with this guy.

Still, I need him to at least, acknowledge our mate bond. And before he leaves, I'll tell him about my disease and ask for a proper rejection.

No one will want to get stuck with a dying Mate.

I know.

This disease will kill me, no matter how many times I fight it. My kidneys are no more kidneys, my whole life is barely hanging on this dialysis machine.

Sandra walks into the room just as I'm about to throw him another round of insults.

"What's going on here?" Sandra asks, her gaze shifting between me and him, the stupid Greek god smirking all by himself. "Does anyone care to explain? Are you two not getting along the way I expected you to?"

"Everything is fine, Sandra."

"No." I counter his lies, "everything is not fine, Sandra. I can't believe you want me to learn maths from this rude boy. Do you know how annoying I find his personality to be? Is he usually this grumpy and rude to everyone he meets?"

"Who's being grumpy here, Ursula?"

"Okay, that's enough Adonis. You have to be lenient and be a real teacher if you're serious about teaching her Maths." She turns her face to me, "And you, Wendy, behave yourself. Adonis is a year older than you are, I don't want to hear you calling him grumpy or rude or whatever."

Really? Is she taking his side?

"But Sandra, he's the one who—"

"Are we clear here?" She cuts through my sentence, making me lower down my accusing finger.

"Trust me, you have no worries, Sandra. I can handle her. She's just a teenager." Sandra throws Adonis a look, and he smiles and gives up his stupid remarks, running his fingers in his hair as he relaxes.

I roll out a tongue at him, and I see him scowls at me before turning my eyes on Sandra. "Sandra, I think I've been on this machine long enough."

"It hasn't been up to five hours, but don't worry, I've got this."

After getting off the machine, I tell Sandra this, in her ears, "I smell like urine, Sandra. Please tell him to give us a moment of privacy." I catch the Greek god's eyes on me while I'm still whispering to Sandra. "I need to cleanse and change before the lesson begins."

Sandra shakes her head in understanding, "Okay," she turns to the Greek god with a smile on her pale face. "Adonis, do you mind excusing us for the next fifteen minutes?"

Adonis doesn't look at me as he instantly flings himself up from the bed. That straight face of his makes me want to die of ecstasy. I'm sure he must be feeling it, but he's trying so hard to hide it.

Any 'tough guy angry at the world' dude like him will feel a little bit of an annoyance when asked to step out for a moment.

Yeah, I so much like this feeling. Operation annoying the Greek God mode, fully activated.