Stigma
819 Words
Ethan POV:
I entered the house and turned around and ran. I was too nervous. She would never accept me. What was I thinking? Each time I stood, drenched and dripping of rain and yet, I couldn't make myself move towards her room. "Ethan!" Scolded my mother, "why are you standing here dripping wet?" She asked, "I went for a run in the rain," I said and she put her hand affectionately on my cheek, "is everything okay with Alice?" She asked sincerely, I looked away from her and she pulled me into the janitor room where she handed me a fresh towel and I began to wipe my face and dry my hair aggressively. "What happened?" She asked, "you know that I would protect you from anything." I smiled at her, "thanks mom but it's just I hit Alice today, in front of everyone." I waited for her reaction but instead she sighed deeply and placed her hand on my shoulder, "have you found your mate Ethan?" She asked and I felt my heart skip a beat at the question. "No!" I blurted, she narrowed her eyes at me and I sighed, knowing my mother, she would know I was lying so the only way to counter that was to tell her some truth. "Alice is cruel mom," I looked her in her eyes when I confided this in her, "she picks on all the omegas, I mean even poor Anja mom. She had to endure that abuse for just being born a lower rank," my mom smiled at me. "She wolves can get jealous son, I mean I used to get jealous of any woman that looked at your father before he marked me and vice versa." She chuckled as if the abuse was common and I furrowed my eye brows at her, "what happens if my mate is a low ranking wolf mom, then what?" Her smile faltered and she busied herself with dabbing my face with the towel, "don't speak like that Ethan!" She scolded, "you know your father won't be happy with that kind of talk and anyway, if it did happen then the best thing you could do is keep her as your mistress, for your wolf, a true mate will strengthen your wolf in a way that your chosen mate can't. Nothing compares." I narrowed my eyes at her, "how would you know the difference?" I asked and watched her eyes flash with guilt. That was weird. She hit me with the towel playfully and tried to change the mood, "everyone knows that Ethan! You know your father is my true mate!" She chuckled, "we were lucky and you will be too! The Moon Goddess has always smiled down on us!" She tapped my shoulder and then left. For some reason her words just gave me this sinking feeling. I didn't think it would be fair to Selena to keep her as a side piece and I hardly doubt she would ever agree to that to begin with! I would have to reject her. It's what will be best for both of us. With a heavy heart, I trudge towards my room, luckily school isn't over and I have some alone time away from Isaac and Alice. Lately they've been such a depressant in my life. The bullying and cruelty was a staple with them, I just wanted it to end. I swiped my card over my door and it beeped as I opened the door and walked in, shutting it behind me and instantly, I was hit with scent of citrus. It was everywhere. I didn't even know my eyes were closed and I opened them and there she was tucked in and cuddled snugly in my bed. Rejecting her was going to be harder than I thought as my feet moved towards her like I was in a trance. I kicked off my shoes as my wolf was elated knowing that our beautiful mate was in our bed. The way her burgundy hair splayed across my pillow and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed steadily in and out. She must be exhausted. My heart was pounding as my wolf forced me to cuddle up to her, I knew it could be a bad idea and it would upset her if she woke up but I couldn't control myself. She was in my bed for crying out loud! While holding my breath, I slipped under the covers, she stirred a bit but continued to sleep, I tried to roll onto my side as quietly as I could and then placed my arm over her, she seemed to squeeze herself against me subconsciously and it must be the mate bond. I breathed the scent of her hair in deeply as I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, even though my heart was trying to pound holes through my chest.
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