Blasphemous Love

Five - Creating A Play

Knightly’s P.O.V

“Knightly found his maaaaate! Knightly found his mate!” Kara sang, running around the new house like a maniac. I groaned, regretting letting Blaise and Jaigo know. Kara got it out of Jaigo and had it confirmed by Blaise…no surprise there. The little minx could always charm information out of anyone.

“Shut up, Kara” I hissed through clenched teeth. Don’t get me wrong – I’m happy to have found my mate at such an age because now we have so much more time together. It’s just that Kara’s been singing that for the past hour and a half.

She stuck her tongue out at me, running out of the kitchen and up the stairs quickly. “NO! I won’t shut up!” she sang tauntingly. “Muuuuum! Daddy!!! Guess what?!” she yelled. I heard her footsteps head in the direction of their room at a very fast pace.

I groaned, hitting my head on the table lightly. Why did I have to have a little sister? Why me? I haven’t had the chance to tell my parents about Damien being my mate. They didn’t know him – hell, we didn’t know anyone in this town besides the pack which doesn’t help much. I sighed at the situation.

Human mates are always so tricky to keep. They are just so….sceptical of everything that isn’t normal or a part of their world. They have the highest record for rejecting their mate…they’ve been reigning in that department since the law binding us to telling them came into existence about 1000 years ago. Humans find it very hard to adjust to our ways of life and since we out-live humans by about 125 years, we have to turn them into wolves and when that happens well…they don’t exactly cope with all the…perks of being a werewolf. I don’t blame them. I mean, if I had to become something like a vampire I don’t think I would cope. I don’t think I would be able to cope with being a fairy…. Or a demon. They are really unlucky because they almost always have human mates – almost 75% of the time. That’s just sad considering they are who humans blame for all their problems. Sad life to live really.

“Knightly,” my father’s voice came through. My father was a big man – a very big man. He had muscles bulging out of everywhere and he could snap you like a twig in the blink of an eye – he is alpha of our pack. Our pack is called Tormenta – it means storm. My father likes to say that we destroy our enemy like a storm does land. Insert eye roll here. Anyway, he has blue eyes and brown hair which he keeps short. We have similar features even though I get my green eyes from my mother.

“Yes, dad?” I ask, lifting my head to look at him.

“Kara tells me that you found your mate”

I nodded, “ Yes, I did…”

“….and she’s human?” he asked cautiously, almost as if he was afraid of setting me off. I groaned and smacked my head against the counter again. I mumbled the answer under my breath but it came out muffled. “What? I didn’t catch that”

I lifted my head to look at him again. Just then my mother walked in excitedly with an equally excited Kara at her side. My mother is a fairly tall woman at just under 5’8, with black hair and stunningly green eyes. She has a fiery temper and prowess which she passed on to Kara. They were both extremely beautiful and charming. It was almost scary. I whimpered at all the attention. “I said, yes my mate is human… my mate is human and a guy” I revealed cautiously.

“Well, congratulations!” my parents cheered happily.

“This is great! Now you can become Alpha sooner!” my father smiled broadly, coming around to give me a huge bear hug. I hugged him back half-heartedly.

“Honey, you don’t seem very happy about it…” my mother stated confused.

“That’s cause it’s not that simple” Blaise spoke, walking into the kitchen casually. He went to the fridge to grab a drink and chose to lean against the fridge and look at me with a smirk. I glared at him. I loved that guy but I do not find this situation amusing in the least!

“Why?” my father asked, glancing at Blaise “Humans have discovered homosexuality exists among them…they’re not as bad as they used to be.”

Blaise chuckled, “Because the fact that he’s male isn’t Knightly’s biggest problem. Not only is he straight but he is also one of those devout Christians… He is totally against homosexuality…not as bad as his friend – Connor, is it? Connor has violent homophobic tendencies. But Damien – that’s his name – he’s… one of those ‘I-don’t-accept-it-but-i-don’t-hurt-those-who-are’ kind…”

“Oh” my parents chorused.

“Well, thank you, Blaise for telling the story.” I drawled sarcastically

“Welcome!” he sang. “So what’s the plan, Kni?”

I groaned and pouted, “I have no idea” I sighed hopelessly.

“Well it can’t be that hard right?” Blaise offered.

“What is it humans say again? Oh yes – go to hell” I growled at him. He chuckled shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Isn’t that what they call our lives – hell? So technically…I’m already here. Glad to see you made it” he grinned. I couldn’t help the smile that broke through on my face. I chuckled along with Blaise.

“I’ll never understand your relationship” my mother muttered, looking at us like we had udders on our foreheads. It just made us laugh more.

“It’s not meant to be understood” I told her.

“But seriously, Kni,” my father cut in firmly “You have to have a plan… You need him to agree to be your mate.”

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair anxiously, “I know… But his friend, Connor, keeps pissing our pack off so…it’s going to be hard to be friends with them.”

We all fell silent. It was a fragile situation. We have to handle it with the utmost care… I can’t lose my mate. I can’t be rejected…even the thought of it has my wolf whining in pain and agony. I bit my lip trying to come up with a way to win him over but… I just couldn’t find one. I groaned and hit my head on the counter again – this is becoming a habit.

“I have it!” Blaise chirped, clapping his hands excitedly. If Blaise was smaller and didn’t sleep with so many females then I would think he was gay. “I know how to befriend them!”

“Well?” my father urged.

“How do you feel about having a party? During the day? Uh…like a little get-together like the ones we have to celebrate a new member? We can have it down by the lake…keep them away from the house….a small place to clean and it’s controlled since we can’t really get drunk…unless we drink a whole lot and mix it with…the stuff…” Blaise suggested.

My father groaned, “I don’t like the sound of that”

“No, no, no, dad, Blaise is right” I chipped in excitedly. “Popular humans always throw parties to re-affirm their popularity…it’s on t.v. So if we are holding a party….we will be popular”

“Which means that we will be running in the same circles…” Blaise continued, smiling.

I grinned back at him, “Which means I’ll have an excuse to be around Damien all the time!” I concluded. I high-fived Blaise excitedly, and beamed at my parents. “Please….” I begged

My father groaned again. “Oh sweety, just let them have their little party….it’s for the good of Knightly and the pack as a whole” my mother cooed, rubbing his arm lightly. She blinked up at his tall frame, pouting ever so lightly that it was almost non-existent.

“You know, it’s not fair ganging up on me just because your mother has persuasive powers…” he mumbled. I smiled at my mother who just sent me a wink. “But fine…fine. You can have your party.” He conceded.

“Yes!!!” Kara, Blaise and I yelled simultaneously.

Time to party….

Watch out Damien Woodridge…You will be mine.