Cursed Fate

8- Mates

Now that I can have more control over myself, I take the time to watch my new mate closely.

And I can really say: Hot damn.

He is clearly a born werewolf with all the strange characteristics he has no normal human could have. The first thing I notice is his eyes. They are red. Not pale red, or wine red. Just bright red, like blood.

To contrast immensely with his eye color, his hair is completely white. A very clean white, not even a hint of grey. He uses it short, but everyone can see he has wavy hair.

He is dressed in the usual male werewolf uniform, but I can see the toned muscles under his shirt. If only I could touch those bulgy muscles…

I also notice how different he is from Duncan, the guy I am seeing right now. I’m honestly not sure who I consider to be sexier, whether the wild untamed wolf or the controlled elegant business man.

I realize nearly too late that I am losing control again. In a swift move, I cover my nose with my hand. That seems to muffle his scent a little more.

He seems to be watching me as I was watching him and even frowns when he sees me cover my nose.

Our moment is cut short when Owen suddenly collapses against him, nearly taking him down.

“Oh, you run fast. Not even my dog form could keep up with you” Owen says, still regaining his breath.

“We vere late” My mate says, making me nearly gasp.

I had forgotten he is Russian. He has a thick Russian accent.

Problem is, I just so happen to find Russian accents extremely appealing. Duncan even mocked me about it once.

Why did he have to have a Russian accent? Anastacia doesn’t have it, why does he?

My mate looks at me one more time and I realize I am still holding my nose. It is better like this. I don’t know what I would do if I could smell him right now.

“Are you ok?” I can hear Cyla ask me.

I can’t really answer when I am still holding my breath so I just answer her with a nosey “Fine”.

For my disgrace, the werewolf I now have to call my mate approaches me.

He pauses in front of me as I eye him apprehensively.

“Don’t you remember me?” He asks me with his thick Russian accent.

I confusingly watch him for a moment before answering in my nosey voice. “I have no idea what you’re talking about”

“I’m your mate” He tells me. “We’ve met when we vere children”

“I have no memory of my childhood” I say, frowning.

He does not look happy to hear this. In fact, he looks extremely disappointed. Not that I care. I am still mad at him for making me go through all this.

“Arya…” He tries to touch me, but I slap his hand away, inadvertently uncovering my nose.

“My name is Naiya!” I shout at him, angry. “I don’t know what you’re trying here, but I am NEVER going to accept you as my mate!”

I am about to shout at him that I already have another guy, but quickly remember that is supposed to be a secret and Duncan would be pissed at me if I let it slip.

My bastard of a mate looks extremely hurt when I say this, but his expression quickly changes to one of anger. He growls at me and I know he is about to shout back but Owen fortunately prevents him from doing so.

“Not a good idea, pal” Owen tells him, placing a hand on his shoulder and managing to drag him to his seat. “You’ll have more opportunities to talk to her later, don’t worry”

I hear Owen whisper this last part to him and make a mental note to kick him in the head later. I DON’T want to talk to that bastard again, ever. It doesn’t matter that he smells so good or that his hair is so captivating, or that his eyes are my favorite color. Noticing I am losing control again, I quickly cover my nose and sit back on my seat.

I hate him! I hate him and I wish I wouldn’t have to see him ever again!

 “Is he really your mate?” Logan asks, a tinge of sorrow in his voice. He has always had a massive crush on me. I guess this took its toll.

“Isn’t that, like, extremely dangerous?” Cornelius, one of my vampire classmates asks.

“Why would it be dangerous?” Ethan, the i***t of the class asks in his slight Scottish accent.

“Because werewolf blood is lethal to vampires, of course” Francesco, one of my other vampire classmates says in his Italian accent.

“Why would that be a problem? She just doesn’t drink his blood” Cyla says, with a shrug. I guess I forgot to tell her just how much of a problem this is to me.

My bastard of a mate looks at me as if suddenly understanding what is wrong. I guess he didn’t know vampires can’t drink werewolf blood either.

“Well… We vampires feel a strong pull when we first meet our mate” Jessica, another one of my vampire classmates says. She has a Portuguese accent. “It is nearly irresistible”

“What? You mark them?” Logan asks. “That’s what we werewolves do when WE meet our mates”

“Indeed, we do” James, the only Indian in the class and also a vampire says. He looks at Jessica, who is also his mate. “We vampires are not very different from werewolves where mates are considered”

“NO way!” Logan suddenly shouts. “But if Naiya marks him, she will die!”

“Welcome to my world, jackass” I tell him, still with a nosey voice.

All vampires in class look at me sympathetically. They know how hard it is to resist the mate pull, even with the sedative effect of human food.

“I am sorry” My mate tells me in his Russian accent. As if an apology is going to fix anything.

Am I going to have to hold my breath for the rest of the year? I hate this so much.

“She should just bite him and get it over with” Charlotte says, throwing her pink hair over her shoulder like the drama queen she is.

I growl at her. “If someone has to die, it is you, you b***h” I tell her, still covering my nose and due to that not sounding as threatening as I intended.

Suddenly, our Languages teacher barges through the door, looking messy as usual, completely interrupting our dispute.

Lady Nadine is a vampire, but an extremely clumsy one. Her dark skin contrasts with her bright red hair. She is always covered from head to toe in clothing. Gloves, scarves, tight socks covering the entirety of her legs and long-sleeved sweaters.

She looks as if she is always cold, which is not really possible as she is a vampire and vampires don’t feel temperature like humans do.

“I am-a so sorry I am-a late, stoodents” She tells us in her Italian accent. “I got into a little mishap when I got lost in de many toonnels”

Lady Nadine is constantly getting lost in the tunnels. Sometimes she comes across the many security technology present and gets injured.

The class takes their places at their desks. I can feel my mate’s eyes on me as I try to ignore him. I refuse to show him anything other than indifference.

I will not allow him to mess with my head. He may be my mate, but I won’t pity him. I am the one being wronged here. I can’t even mark my own mate.

I suppose he can’t mark me either and it can’t be easy for him, but it’s not like he’ll DIE if he tries to do it.

Lady Nadine sets herself in front of her desk, next to the chalk board.

“Now-a, I have heard we have new stoodents in tis class-a. Could you please introdooce yourselves? I was not able to attend de announcement ceremony” Lady Nadine says in her Italian accent.

Everyone in the Academy comes from a different country and consequently each of us has different accents. As our class is the oldest here, our accents have slightly vanished over time, but some are still present.

Lady Nadine, however, has not been at this Academy for a long time and her Italian accent is still very much present.

Both Anastacia and my mate, whose name I now know to be Soren, stand up and introduce themselves. Lady Nadine smiles at them warmly.

“Well-a, I would like to know how mooch you already know. Would you mind taking a quick quiz to see what langooages you are strongo at?” Lady Nadine asks them and they both nod.

Lady Nadine proceeds to place a piece of paper at each of their desks.

“De rest of de class may open deir books at page 78. Today we will learn how properly write past tense in Portooguese” Lady Nadine announces.

Easy.

I don’t know why, but I am extremely good at this class. Almost as if I already know every language there is to know. I don’t know why that is, but I like it very much.

May there be at least one theoretical class I’m good at.

As Lady Nadine teaches her class, Soren and Anastasia fill out their quizzes. In a sneak pick, I can see Soren struggling with his answers.

I have been holding my breath throughout the entire class to try to avoid any problems but I have to admit it is hard to resist when he is sitting right there.

At the end of the class, Lady Nadine collects their quizzes and analyses them for a few moments before she dismisses the rest of the class.

“Well-a, tis is a soorprise” She says. “It seems Miss Anastacia has de same resoolts as Miss Naiya did when she first came into de school”

Lady Nadine was not the teacher to give me the quiz when I first came here, but she did have access to it, as well as all the other students’ quizzes, so she could know what she was dealing with.

“Portooguese, French, Italiano, Germano, English, Spanish and even Roossiano” Lady Nadine says. “It seems we have another Langooage expert” She smiles at the both of us, but that only makes us feel uncomfortable.

It is yet another strange thing Anastacia and I have in common. What the hell were we doing when we were kids?

The bell rings signaling our class is over. Lady Nadine smiles at the class and wishes us farewell. We usually see her twice a week, but she always makes it seem as if we are not going to see her for a very long time and she will miss us all so much.

She is a sweetheart and everyone in class likes her. All expect Charlotte and her patrol of stuck up bitches. She sucks at Languages, even at her own birth language and she hates that I am better than her at it.

Next class is Math and Physics, which is not very far. I avoid contact with Soren as he looks at me one last time before leaving Languages’ class with Anastacia.

Cyla looks at me as I am watching them leave.

“I’m sorry, Naiya” She tells me. “I didn’t realize how hard this was for you”

“It’s fine” I can finally breathe now that he is leaving my premises. I can still feel his scent, but it’s bearable.

“Is it really that hard to resist?” Olivia asks me.

“Yeah, it is” I tell them.

“Must suck” Owen comments, sticking with us rather than following his other friends.

“It’s hell” I vent. “I can’t even breathe normally when he’s around for fear that I may suddenly jump him and the only thing that can help me control this pull is human food!”

Cyla rubs my back soothingly as I sigh.

“Speaking of which, do you have any more apples?” I ask her. “I hate them, but I don’t think I’m gonna be able to go through another class without it”

Surprisingly, Cyla does have another apple in her bag. I eat it as quickly as possible before we have to go to the next class.

Once we get to the Math and Physics class, we take our seats on our desks and look at the already formula filled chalk board.

Professor Adolf was busy before class. Again.

He is also a vampire, coming from Germany, and has been working here for a very long time, probably from the moment this school opened.

I have never met someone so enthusiastic about numbers as him. Of course, he has his crazy theories about the start of the world and he uses up every free time he has to try to prove it with his precious numbers.

Cyla and I look at the chalk board like a donkey looking at a palace. We haven’t a single clue what all those numbers are supposed to mean.

Professor Adolf comes inside the class whilst drinking a bag of blood. That is probably his breakfast. He was probably up all night.

We hear him slurp his bag of blood to the end before he finally starts talking.

“Guten morgen class” He tells us in his German accent. Seriously, for someone who has been here for so long, he could speak a little better English. “Totay we are going to learn ein little of Economy. Headmaster Esteffan zought it would be ein good idea zince many of you vill be released into zee real world very zoon”

He doesn’t seem very pleased with this idea.

Math and Physics is the most boring class in the entire Academy. Cyla and I have a hard time not falling asleep. By the time the class is nearly over, the school pack is already messing around.

They throw paper balls made of spit at each other. It’s all fun and games until one of the spit balls hits the Professor.

He starts ranting in German at the whole class, completely forgetting about his class. The school pack laughs at his face and end up getting sent to detention just as the bell rings.

Guess they are going to spend lunch time getting lectured by Mrs. Cameron. She is the one in charge of maintaining order around the Academy and she is very good at it.