King of My Heart

FOUR

When I was eighteen, I was obsessed with the idea of mates. Back then, I had recently broken up with my high school boyfriend. I was getting close to shifting and was sent to live in with the pack. Needless to say, I was going through a lot and couldn't make time for him nor explain what was going on with me. Now that I think about it, that breakup was inevitable. So, being with someone who would love me unconditionally sounded like the dream.

While staying with my dad, I studied a lot about werewolves and learned about mates. The Moon Goddess gifted a mate to every wolf. Being with them was supposed to be the most unique and wonderful feeling in the world. I know I had my doubts about the intensity of feelings one is supposed to have for their mate because of how the relationship with my mom and dad ended. But, I just always hoped that my mate would be different.

Apparently, once you find your mate, you find it very hard to stay away from them. You can't stop thinking about them and they are the only person in the world that matters to you. Once you are marked by them, a mate bond is formed which allows you to share your mate's feelings and even communicate with them telepathically. I never really learned to mind-link. The Blood Moon Alpha allowed me to stay in his pack but never let me officially join it as a member.

When I turned twenty-one, I expected to find my mate as all wolves did at that age. But, it never really happened. Eventually, I gave up on the idea of mates thinking maybe because of my bloodline, I didn't have one.

After Jade ambushed me with the scary, yet exciting, news about my mate, I rush back to my apartment, not knowing exactly what to do with the information. Abigail still isn't home. I change into sweatpants and go to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Studying and attempting to keep my mind off of the events of the day is the plan for now.

I met my mate and don't even know who he is. I wonder if I'll ever see him again.

I get up the next morning to get ready for my last day of med school. I can't believe it's all over. Once I'm done with school, I plan on traveling and having some fun for a few months and then look for a job. I think I deserve it after all these years of torture. Suddenly, I remember that I have a mate now, too. But honestly, I probably won't ever see him again and we can just both go back to living our lives. I'm sure he doesn't want a mate that's not a pure werewolf, and I don't have any interest in joining a pack either.

I reach the classroom just in time. None of my friends are in this class but after spending so much time with the same people you get to know almost everyone. I say hi to a couple of people as I climb the stairs to look for a place to sit. Suddenly, I am interrupted by someone.

"Hi," a deep voice says behind me. I turn around to see Lucas Kingston. I'm confused because I have never talked to this guy in all my years of school and on the last day he finally decided to acknowledge my existence?

I point my index finger toward myself and mouth "me" giving him a questioning look.

"Yeah, you," he says, chuckling.

"Oh um, hey," I reply awkwardly.

"I'm Lucas," he says as he sits down next to me.

"We've been in the same class for four years, Lucas. I know who you are," I say while rolling my eyes and getting my notebook out from my bag. I raise my eyes to look at him and see he's giving me a look. "I'm April," I add, trying to sound a little less snarky.

He smirks and replies, "I know."

I smile a little bit. The professor is here and starts his lecture and we both listen quietly.

The class doesn't last very long since we've already finished the entire course and consisted mostly of the professor saying goodbye and saying the same old crap about how we were about to enter a new chapter in our lives etcetera etcetera. Once it's over, I grab my things and get up to leave.