Chapter 3 3: Jason

Jason's POV I'm awestruck, she's so pure and perfect, like a walking sin. My mate is the most stunning and beautiful girl I've ever seen. And her scent, dear God I can't, she smells like heaven and happiness. However she didn't smell like human. There are two types of scents; the ranking scent and the personal scent, as you can guess the personal scent is unique, everyone has their own scent, then you have the ranking scent, that ranks you as a creature, humans have a hint of metal in their ranking scent, werewolves have a green natural-like smell, vampires stink of death... yeah death has a smell, and so goes on the list. I took another sniff and finally detected a really, really small hint of the metallic odor, it was so soft that was almost undetectable...Weird. I realized that I've been looking at her and sniffing her like a complete creep so I just kept staring at her. I couldn't control the growl that came out of my throat. "Mine." Fuck Basil I don't want to scare her. I snapped at my wolf. Everyone in our table stayed silent at my outburst, that is until they started freaking out. Isabella shouted while I shoot her glare warning her to watch her tone and keep quiet, her shrieking making my sensitive ears hurt. My little mate got shy and waved. "Hi? I'm Castiel." God her voice is so soft. My mind was too busy absorbing all her features that I didn't realize that Ethan, replied to my mate first. "Oh we know who you are don't worry babe." Babe? Who the fuck does he think he is? I growled at him lowly as a warning. "Watch it." I muttered, knowing that he could hear me. I turned to my mate that was observing the scene with curiosity and then introduced myself. "I'm Jason." And took her hand in mine. Sparks, tingles, call it whatever you want but if I get this warm and fussy inside by just touching her hands I imagine how kissing her, holding her and marking her must feel like. Basil doesn't stop putting those images in my head so I shut him off before I did something that I'd have regretted. Lunch passed by quickly with Castiel getting to know more about us and us to know more about her. I can't help but watch her every movement with amazement, she's just perfect. Everything was going great until a tall unknown guy got close to Castiel and took her in his arms. The worst part was that she hugged him back, with so much strength like she would never let him go while tears flowed out of her eyes when she gasped the man's name. "Nero!" After a few more minutes they let each other go while I was gripping the ends of the wooden table with so much force that my knuckles were a sickly white tone and I could feel my eyes turning silver, Basil begging to come out, take control and rip Nero's head off and hold my mate close to me, she's mine. They were both talking with each other until he did the one thing that I was wishing him to do since he arrived. "I need to go Cas, I will see you later tonight?" His eyes glancing at me on the last part of his sentence. I growled in response. He smirked in amusement "Of course see you later, I love you Nero." "I love you too Castiel." And he kissed her forehead while watching me. Watching my heart breaking in two. I scoffed, of course someone like her would already be with someone. Someone that she loves. And that someone isn't me. She turned to us again and Isabella had the same expression as me. I refused to look at anyone so I kept my stare focused on the table. "He's gay right? He's like your childhood gay best friend right?" Isabella asked, her eyes full of hope. In any other situation I'd have laughed at her question and expression but deep down in this moment I'm as desperate as her. "What? Of course not, I'd know he's my-" Isabella cut her. "My cousin! He's your cousin right?!" "What? No, he's my-" This time I cut her off. "Do you love him?" "Of course I love him, he's my-" The bell rang. My heart broke. "Of course." I muttered to myself and left the canteen light speed. I left school and let Basil take control. We run into the woods, deep to the heart of the forest where I let out a whimper and howl of pain. Mate... After my run I went to the packhouse, grabbed a bottle of spirits and started drinking my sorrows. My mom has a brain disease and keeps pushing away my little sister because she doesn't remember her. My dad is getting weaker everyday because he's slowly losing his other half, his mate, my mom. My sister is ashamed of his man-whore of an older brother and she's only 6 years old. My mate is in love with someone else. My friends have each others to be happy. What about me? I'm a disaster, everything that I do is wrong, I deserve this. I let out a bitter chuckle and drank half of the bottle. "Need to let out some stress Alpha?" Tiffany, the pack's blonde that enjoys sleeping around asked, running her extremely long red painted nails over my chest. The last time I saw Tiffany she was in the training field. Tiffany is relatively close to Melinda, the top guard of the Royal Family, a weird combination I know. Melinda and I are really close...or at least used to be, until she made me sleep with her. Things between us have been awkward ever since then. Looking back at Tiffany, I smirked and grabbed her by the waist and got it with her in the nearest room. This is my life. However it felt awfully wrong to do this knowing that I have a mate, a person that you are supposed to cherish and love. Then I remembered Nero's words. "See you later tonight?" And Castiel seemed happy to be able to spend the night with him. If she can do it, then I can do it too. But how can she? I feel repulsive touching other female other than her or my family. How can she touch other male? Even if she's human she felt the mate bond, she would have made some sort of shocked movement by touching him. Then I pushed Tiffany out of me. It felt so wrong, I couldn't do it anymore. I feel so disgusted with myself. I just deliberately cheated on my mate.