He Is My Mate – Episode 2
HAPPEN 2
As Produced by Rachel Romo
THEME: Mine!!!
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Sapphire
His emerald green eyes was looking intently at me as if he was looking deeply through my soul. A sweet and ecstatic scent made its way to me and it immediately made my body at ease. My wolf was jumping around I was puzzled for a moment before I finally realized what the heck is going on.
“No… He can’t be,” I mumbled but it came out more of a whisper. This can’t be happening! He can’t be my mate! He’s one of the strongest and most powerful alpha in the Lycan World. He’s better known as the ‘Wolf Assassin’ . He’s a murderer and a heartless man. He kills everyone and anyone who interferes and disrupt him. He doesn’t repute anyone especially when he’s angry, rather pissed. And above all, he hates weaklings—- especially, omegas. He kills all omegas he
captures, sees or encounter. And there’s a huge possibility that he might kill me as well. His own mate.
I walked away from the edge, trying to reckon everything that is happening. I was too preoccupied that I didn’t even noticed the can of sprite that was laying on the ground, and
boom! I stumbled upon it. Ugh. My butt landed first on the floor while I reluctantly
used my elbow to support me from falling continually and it landed on the
cemented floor which caused an electrifying feeling that spread throughout my
body. My face grimaced at the pain I felt.
Just then…
*Boogsh*
I gasped when the door suddenly flung open, revealing a horrifying wolf. It’s jet black fur, long nails and sharp fangs was enough to make my adrenaline rush in nervousness and in horror. He let out a terrifying growl as he slowly paced towards me while I, on the other hand, tried my best to get away from him; walking backwards, while resting my palm on my chest, trying to calm myself. I can already hear the beating of my heart. It was pounding so hard as if it wants to free from my chest. My hands started to tremble and my knees wobble as I try to compose myself.
The hideous wolf growled once again and got into an attacking position. Shifting won’t be of any use right now considering that I am not trained to fight. He let out a loud snarl and I shut my eyes close as he hovered towards me…
“Mine.” like the ringing of the bell, his voice echoed inside my head. It’s him. Even with my eyes closed, I can sense that the owner of the voice was my mate’s. His deep baritone voice is like music to my ears; although it’s cold and emotionless, it somehow made me feel relieved. I gasped in shock as I heard continuous breaking and cracking of bones. I slowly opened my eyes open and instantly covered my mouth as I looked at my mate with the hideous wolf’s head on his hand; he threw it at the corner and shifted his dead stare at me. I suddenly felt petrified by the way he was looking at me.
“Weakling” he muttered. I suddenly felt a sharp pang in my heart as he uttered those words. It astounds me how one word from him can affect me so much; perhaps, it’s because he’s my mate. I lowered my head in embarrassment, trying to hold back my tears. And at that moment, two men arrived with blood almost covering them.
“Bring her. One scratch and you’re dead” though it was brief, it was deadly. He then left leaving me alone with these two men. A sly grin was plastered in their faces and suddenly grabbed me by the arm, one in each side. I shrieked in disgust as they forcefully drag me with them.
“What the…Let go of me, you monsters!” I yelled as I squirmed from their grips but it was useless, they’re too strong. I allowed myself be brought by them as I’m losing my strength; trying to process everything that has happened. As we head down to the second floor, mixed emotions filled me as I saw my schoolmates’ bodies lying unconscious on the floor with blood all over them. Some were ripped apart, some were terribly bitten and some were apparently disassembled with claws. Tears escaped from my eyes as we passed each one of them. I could hardly recognize their faces and it breaks my heart kno
wing that these people were once I see and meet every day and now, they’re gone. I feel so useless and pathetic. I feel so… guilty. I shouldn’t have ran to the rooftop, I should’ve stayed and be with them. If the second floor was a clutter, the first floor was too much to take— it was worse! My cries was the only thing that can be heard all throughout the hallway even though the two men holding me are telling me to shut up. But I can’t. From a corner, I saw our principal bitten badly but he was still breathing, his eyes are still half-opened! I was about to call his name
when one of the rival wolves stabbed his chest with an arrow. I cried even more, telling them to stop this violence.
They brought me to the back entrance of the school where 3 large trucks are parked, each one being guarded by 5 wolves with a gun of wolfs bane in their hands. I recognized some of the students being handcuffed and is being brought inside the truck. One student whom I recognize is a freshman, punched one of the guards and tried to escape but failed; he was shot directly at the head. I turned my head away, not wanting to see the violence happening.Kindly share out stories from generalloaded.com using the floating social media icon buttons on the bottom of the screen
“Get your filthy hands off me! My mate’s going to kill you once he finds out what you’ve done!” from a distance, I heard a familiar voice yelling. I turned my head around and saw Rachel handcuffed with silver and is being held by 3 men with one pointing a gun at her.
“Move! We don’t care who your mate is— we’re not afraid of him! Now, move you little bitch!” the man on the left side yelled at her and even pulled her hair. Anger filled me seeing my best friend yelp in pain. No one can fight my best friend but me!
“Get your hands off my best friend you heartless monsters! Deal with someone your own size you bunch of d!ckheads” I yelled at them, earning their attention. The man with the gun shifted his target at me and was ready to shoot when he suddenly put down his gun. He wasn’t looking at me anymore and focused his gaze on the man holding me. I saw how his face paled and walked away. Umm… okay? “Sapphire!” Rachel yelled and struggled to free from their holds but just like me, it was useless. I mind linked her telling her everything’s going to be okay and that we’re eventually going to see each other at who knows where. She nodded and I lost sight of her when they pushed her inside the truck. I, on the other hand was pushed inside a black car. Confusion was drawn all over my face but before I could even ask why I was brought here instead of the truck, I felt something sting on my neck.
And I lost my consciousness.
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Theme: My Sister, Your Mate
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