From the Ashes

My Possesive Mate

this is the new version of the old one! hope you like it!

I stared at the ceiling blankly. I cringed a bit as the alarm clock buzzed. I glanced at it. I never needed an alarm clock. It was just here as a torture device. I sighed and lightly reached over to shut it off. My eyes were heavy but sleep was never an option for me.

I sighed deeply. I sat up and walked to my bathroom. I was a disgusting waste of space. At least thats the idea that was pinmed into my brain. Yet it was true I saw no point in trying after my parents died.

I grabbed the nearest rubber band and leaned over to tie up my hair. After I put it up in a high pony tail, I leaned over the sink, brushed my teeth and slowly walked into my small cubicle of a room. All I had in here was a bed and a hidden photo of my parents.

I went to my bed and plucked the frame from under the too soft pillow. My mother was kissing my dad and I was in the middle with my birthday cake. I was 7 years old when they died. My dad was laughing in the picture, and my older brother, Larson crossing his arms and pouting. I rolled my eyes daringly. My brother had taken over the pack after my parents death, for he was like an heir. I heard footsteps pound up the pack house and I immediately threw the picture down underneath my pillow. I looked up as the door slammed open.

"Good morning.." I mumbled. He shook his all black hair.

"Make us breakfast." He gave me a once over, making me uncomfortable. "Disgraceful," He muttered before trudging out of my room. My inner wolf growled, but I had no expression. I had gotten used to the names and taunts. I learned to keep the hurt locked inside. It worked and I wasn't changing that any time soon. I gulped and walked down the the stairs to see the wolves in our pack lounging around. My wolf was growling out of control, extra sensitive today.

'What's wrong with you?' I asked her.

She was clearly on edge. I pursed my lips,  walked down stairs with my head low, and made sure to be invisible. All eyes ignored me as they sat on the couch and awaited the school bus. I saw Larson with his mate, Tawnya, shoving their tongues down eachothers throats. I let out a sad huff.

I couldn't wait until I found my mate. He was going to love me, treat me the way I supposedly should be treated and he'd acknowledge my existance. He wouldn't boss me around. He wouldn't treat me like a slave. Or at least . . . that was my dream. I was told that I'd never find a mate. Larson said I had no chance at anyone to love me. He said it'd be a waste of their time so no one would bother.

I never used to be believe him, but over the years, it's hard not to. Hope is a delicate thing.

I just glanced around before I walked into the kitchen and scrounged up what we had. I got out the flour and eggs and started to make pancakes.

Suddenly, I then notice a presence was near so I turned around on alert. "What's taking so long?!" Tawnya screeched. My wolf growled.

What was her deal? My wolf was never this angry. Or easily agitated.

"I just started.'' I replied, keeping my eyes pinned to the floor. Did that tile always have that stain?

"Well I guess you should have started faster huh?" She said before walking away. I turned around to start cooking again before she popped up one more time.

"Be sure to be faster next time, the pack is starving." She turned to walk away, but paused and turned her face to me. "It's no wonder you'll never have a mate. You're the weakest, slowest one here." She said with a small smile and walked into the living room. I sighed. I was tired of Tawnya always bossing me around. It was usually her or my brother. Well, most of the pack too. It was upsetting to know that my own brother treated my like trash and didn't protect me from gibes from our other members. My existence seemed to be a crime. And everyone liked to remind me of that.