The Mates Pull

35

Patrick's POV

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"Did you hear the good news?" My aunt asked my mother. "Braxton's found Elise."

With my back nonchalantly facing them I risked rolling my eyes and allowing my utter hatred of Elise Ocklan shine through.

Elise Ocklan, Ellie...everyones favorite she-wolf.

Of course to myself she will merely remain The very bane of my existence. I will never forget the day Elise ruined my life.

It was Elise who caught my father sleeping around with another woman, of course my mother being the Luna's baby sister...the Alpha couldn't have that, so he banished my father from the pack's lands.

Of course everyone went on with their lives; my aunt and uncle ruled in perfection, my cousin Braxton was praised by everyone, and Elise shifted and found her mate...hell even my mom had begun dating again (since my father wasn't her mate it was no skin off her nose when he was banished).

But I was the one who had to suffer in silence as I watched my family get torn apart and I was forever separated from my father.

My happiness finally came back the day I started middle school.

Mom had to downsize after the divorce so of course we moved meaning I ended up at a new school, and on the very first day a lone human girl showed me a kindness.

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"I'll pick you up after school honey."

I could feel my ears redding as mom shouted out the window, a few older onlookers snickered nastily.

As mom drove away I began making my way up the large front steps of the new school.

"Hey momma's boy!"

I tried to drown out the belittling remark and continue on my way.

"Hey prep, I'm talking to you!" The tall boy stated as he approached me, his two smaller companions following right behind them.

"There's one thing you should know about this school you preppy little prick...and that is, this is my school, if I talk to you, you reply with 'yes sir' you got me, momma's boy?"

My anger boiled underneath my skin, if this dumb human only knew who he was messing with, unfortunately I haven't gone through my first phase yet and these guys don't even know my kind exist.

As much as I hated to do it, I bit down on my back teeth and replied, "yes sir."

"Good job momma's boy, now fork over your cash!"

I remained still, it just so happened that I didn't have any money on me. With dad not here mom and I only had our material possessions, well at least until mom can find a job.

"Are we gonna have to go over this again?!" He asked, this time he roughly grabbed the front of my shirt.

"I don't have any money."

He eyed my clothes up and down, taking in the designer brands they bore, skepticism filled his face.

"I'll let it slide today, but tomorrow you will come with ten bucks, and I WILL get my money, you can count on that." He spat, he snapped his fingers and the two cronies that had followed him earlier quickly came up and snatched my backpack off of me.

They opened it violently and shook it until the contents from within scattered all along the concreted below my feet.

They took what they wanted and went on their way as the bell rang.