Alpha Maxim

Chapter 1

I legit can't get enough of werewolves and mates and alphas and WP so here is another story lol

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My heart thumped against my chest as he paced around the room, occasionally glancing at me. 

Eventually he sat down on a couch to my left. My eyes followed his every movement, the way he tugged at his hair, the way his hands kept clenching into fists and the way he looked at me with pure disgust. 

My heart ached as I grew more nervous. What could I have done wrong to my own mate for him to despise me so? We had only realized we were mates a week ago, and this is the third time seeing him since. 

"Whats wrong Charlie?" I asked, standing up to go over to him, naturally having an instinct to make him feel better. 

"Don't call me that. " He spat at me, as he jumped up from the couch. I clammed my mouth shut.

Pointing a finger at me, he laughed, "You are nothing to me, I had a perfect life before I met you. Farah is going to be Luna, not you, you fatso." Tears sprung to my eyes, I'm a burden to him? He thinks I'm fat? Farah, Luna? His girlfriend? But... I'm his mate. 

I felt like I was punched in the stomach , the wind totally knocked out of me and It felt like my throat was closing up. I never believed the effect a mate would have on you until I met Charles, it was all true. I hunched over, while grabbing my stomach and sat back down.

He didn't even spare me a second look as I was visible in pain. Mates were supposed to be there to build you up, make you stronger and make you feel better. 

The silence was ended with a laugh as Charles grabbed my face, his icy blue eyes sent daggers into mine, at first I thought he would kiss me, tell me he was sorry, that It was some kind of prank, never would I imagine to hear the next words that left his mouth.

"I, Charles Lippolinni officially reject my mate, Olive Bruno." 

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I woke up in a cold sweat, the blankets stuck to my bare legs. I rubbed my face in agony, another dream. Another memory I tried so desperately to forget. Tears stained my face and moistened my hands. 

Grumbling to myself I kicked the blankets off in a rather nasty fashion, stomped out of bed and into my bathroom, flipping the light on.

The initial brightness hurt; but as my eyes focused on the girl in the mirror, I was disgusted. My long, thick brown hair was frizzy and stuck to my face and chest due to the sweat that now coated me. I stood in a black tank-top and a pair of shorts, 

"You are fat. No wonder he didn't want you." I told myself, pinching my thighs. The tears started again, I couldn't control it. I narrowed my eyebrows at the girl in the mirror, almost waiting for her to challenge me. Even though the girl in the reflection was me, It wasn't. It was a shell of me.

My brown eyes didn't shine like they used to, there were visible bags under my eyes and my once neutral olive skin, looked more green and paler than usual. My thighs jiggled as I took a step back and I snarled, my fangs lowering. I wasn't exactly fat but "I had some meat on my bones." as my dad would say, "I give the guys something to hold." my mom would add on.

I always thought I had some curves, but my mate thought I was fat. I was a failure, couldn't even be pretty enough for my own mate. Well, ex mate? I guess? 

I splashed some cold water on my face, hoping it would rid myself of the memories about the man I almost had as mine. Instead, his expressionless eyes entered my mind again. Nope, didn't work.