Young hearts broken in

Stolen parts, secondhand

You came, you came around

I was dried up, was broken down

I can't give you love cause I'm loveless-X Ambassadors, Loveless

I think this song matches Jordan soo much I can feel it spiritually. Take a peek at the pic above! PLEASE COMMENT AND VOTE! THEY MEAN SOO MUCH! Inline comment it up! I love those too!

Korali's Pov.(Sorry its unedited. If it doesnt make sense I'll fix it later)

I wanted to go the fuck home. I scratched at my sleeve of my shirt wanting to cry. I blinked up rapidly trying to hold back my tears. I clinched my fists and released them multiple times, unsure how to feel or what to do. Jordan was just so damn insufferable.

He must feel a little bit if he couldn't resist my attraction when he said my name. There had to be something there, but he was making this so difficult. There was a form of aphrodisia when that happened, I know it; I felt it. He had equivocation towards me in general. He didn't like to call me his mate I've also come to notice. I don't know if I'd rather have a morose, sardonic, patronizing mate or a hedonist, lustful, player. Those two were the worst.

If Jordan was truly made for me then why were we not compatible? Why didn't he like me? My luck always seems to fail me? Ugh, this is so depressing.

I was hoping for him to be prurient or lecherous towards me when we first met; something common. I wasn't expecting him to have satyriasis or do what those girls assumed happen—take me on the dirt floor in the woods. Although at the moment I'm not sure I would have rejected the idea when I saw his beauty.

He couldn't keep me away forever. I wasn't going to be Cinderella or Rapunzel. I wasn't going to have it. I'm not dumb, I understood that it was dangerous for me to be out when I have a mate with so much power like mine, but either he was going to take me out, Max or Cailo, or even my body guards. All I know is that I wasn't going to be in this house forever.

I slept off my sadness and anger before creeping out of my room careful to not make any noise. Jordan seemed like a light sleeper and I wasn't about to test that theory. I tip-toed towards the kitchen to see Jordan talking to Max.

"I'm unsure how to handle the situation."

"Willingly?"

He glared at his best friend, his green eyes focusing outside. He didn't sense me probably because of my presence seeming so strongly near because of my bedroom's proximity.

I wanted to think he was talking about me but with his next words my hopes were dashed.

"I rather not think about it. It's not forced." He would have said her, if he was speaking about me. I'm sure he would have used my name. I went back to my room and just forced myself to go to sleep.

***

It was about 4 days after Jordan and I's argument and I was over it. Jordan on the other hand wouldn't make eye contact with me and when he did on accident he would quickly avert them away.

Jordan and I were stuck together for a couple of minutes while Max ran to go get Cailo. I was there because we were going to discuss my guarding schedule. Something about sightings. I only heard bits and pieces of the conversation and everyone refused to tell me anything. Jordan would just ignore me, Cailo would avoid the subject, and Max would change it.

I knew it had something to do with Luton's message of seeing something he wasn't sure of. I hated not knowing if it was going to be a threat towards me.

I didn't like the awkward tension between us. There was a crackle or fizz of some sort that told me that the bond was there. My wolf was clawing at me to just throw myself at him, but that was just asking for rejection and embarrassment and I was not about to set myself up for that one.

I was so torridly histrionic for him when he was reclusive and treated me with disdain and exasperation. His plain white tee rolled slightly at the bottom and you could tell it was straight from the dryer. He had on black sweatpants and his feet were shoeless like usual. His hair was growing a tad long and he needed a haircut. Although I preferred his longer hair, I knew he was going to cut it off.

He made it seem like I was perfidious and naïve. I cared; and he didn't like that. It bothers me.

"My favorite color's orange." I cleared my throat, looking at him with hopeful eyes and faux-cheerful disposition. I was just trying to make conversation, to understand him a little more. To feel less sick about this whole arrangement.

He scoffed. "Okay?" He turned away from me eyes darting towards the door, almost hoping that Max would walk through. His hands gripped the sides of the couch he was sitting in. I sat across from him on a separate couch knowing how he felt about proximity. Or at least my proximity at least.

"Uhm so what about a nickname?" I laughed trying to warm up this awkward moment with my mate.

He rolled his eyes. "Endearments and pet names only sound like forced ideal. They're given to show fake sentiments." What did he mean by that?

I bit my top lip and looked away. Usually its the not talking. Now he's talking more but its all rude.

"Like I said before, uhm" I cleared my throat again before continuing. I felt choked up because of the response he was giving me. I knew I should have just stopped talking but something in me made me keep going. "I'm a history major, and I want to be a school teacher."

"Like that's going to happen." He snorted. In a way he was right, he could have said it better but I most likely couldn't be a teacher anymore. I mean I was Luna... of a pack that hated me; including the alpha.

"I—I," I laughed a little bit although in mental pain, at my next sentence. "I hate to run, although I'm a werewolf. Kaliko thought I was pretty inadequate for a wolf because of it."

"Yeah. Sounds right." He mumbled and that was enough. I took in a breath harshly before the dam that held in my tears broke. The tears pooled down my cheek into a mini river and I got up leaving the room quickly and going into my room.

I locked the door and curled into my covers. I wrapped them around my body and bawled. I didn't cry often, but being here made me want to. Trying to remain optimistic was hard to do when you were getting nothing. I was getting absolutely nothing from Jordan. I heard a loud boom through the house before I heard the front door slammed shut.

I wanted to go home. I missed my old life where I wasn't worrying about anyone but myself and Kaliko and when I knew my mate would come someday and I didn't really care when. I miss when one of my old human friend, Peter, would visit and we'd laugh about something stupid.

I pulled out my phone, glad she couldn't see my most likely distraught face. I was pretty sure snot was running down my nose too. If this was any other boy I would've handled this way better. But this was my mate supposedly the one that I was meant to be with forever. The one who was made for me. The one who was supposed to love me. But instead he was the one who loathed me.

When she finally picked up and breathed and tried to speak calmly "Kaliko, I want to come home!" Trying to sound like I wasn't sobbing was more difficult than I would have presumed.

"Aww hang in there, Kore. He'll get better I'm sure you just need to warm up."

"I've been here for weeks Kaliko, we've barely spoke and when we do it's him insulting me practically and its gotten worse." I sniffled using my bed sheet to wipe my face. I turned over to face my window. My only source of some type of freedom. From what I knew, no one was watching me.

"Things always get worse before they get better." Her words weren't enough to soothe me this time though.

I heard a knock on the door and I told Kaliko bye before wiping my face and getting up to answer it. I could tell it wasn't Jordan and this time I was actually grateful. He wasn't the type to apologize and I doubt he would; for him it was the truth.

"Hey Kore! –wait—whoa have you been crying?" His smile turned into a frown and his blonde eyebrow raised. He sighed as if he knew and put an arm around me to usher me out the room. "Let's go cheer you up flower child."

"Where's Jordan?" I croaked out, my voice crispy from the cries. Even though he mistreated me, he was still my mate, and I was concerned about him.

"He went to go talk to some rowdy pack members." Max demeanor was that of a child, just his presence was enough to make you feel better. His mate will be a lucky girl. I wish I was as lucky.

Despite my mate not being into me, I liked everything about him. He was good looking, a leader, and not afraid to do anything to get his way. It was attractive. He was mysterious and aloof though, and I wanted to know him. He was that guy that every adolescent girl has thought about at least once in their lifetime. That bad boy look, but he wasn't for one girl type of guy. Except my guy was for no one, no even his soul mate.

"The ones who were growling at me when I came in a couple weeks ago?" I questioned while we were walking towards the door.

"Yeah, kind of. I mean there's been talk about you, he couldn't have that."

"He didn't have to. I mean he doesn't treat me any better." I laughed drily, shrugging in despondence towards Max.

"They still have to respect you." He replied earnestly, no room for me to say that they didn't. His face showed utter seriousness. "No one deserves to be treated that way especially when you didn't want to be here." I could tell that Max and probably Cailo were the most understanding people here. They were the only people that accepted me—even when my own mate doesn't. Max respected me as one of his own and apart of his leader, although not knowing me a long time.

"Why couldn't you be my mate Max?" I wasn't serious. Although Jordan was a dick—I was his. Max knew that. I knew that and I could only hope that deep down that Jordan knew that.

He smiled at me and wrapped his arm around my neck. "Mates are paired for a reason. There's something you're supposed to do for Jordan and something he's suppose to do for you. I was placed here for comedic expression and friendship. Now let's go get some ice cream."

"Are you taking me out of pack territory?" I wanted to be away from this place. Just for a little bit.

"No, sorry Flower. Jordan can't let you off the territory while you're unmarked."

"So that means I'll never get to leave the territory right?" My tone was solemn and enervated. I closed my eyes and breathed out loudly closing the door behind me.

We strolled casually towards the area where I could tell were pack member's homes. I could smell it and hear them going about their day. It made me giddy and almost too excited, but then I remembered that they hated me for some reason. I think they could smell me because suddenly it all became quiet.

I saw Cailo and waved him over animatedly. I notice a young girl about 12 or 13 standing near him, her face unsure how to react towards me. Her orange-ish hair hung down to her waist, it was straight, and in the light it had hints of red gliding through it. Her blue eyes were full of wonder and I knew this child was analyzing me.

Cailo walked over to me in a generally good morning. "You're out?" He confused and I understood why. Jordan didn't let me out, especially near pack members.

"Yeah, came with Max to go get ice cream. I didn't know you were Jewish?"

"Oh, I'm not. My little sister, Zahara decided she wanted to be so naturally it came with a bat mitzvah. She's really devoted to the religion; she's learnt Hebrew for it. Her twin Amiella just sat through it."

I nodded but he spoke again, "You really shouldn't be out. Max, Jordan is going to have a fit. You know how he feels about?"

"You know how he feels? Cue me in because I never do, well other than—" I stopped my next words because I noticed that people were listening and I would not give this pack more ammo to speak on things they know nothing of.

I noticed Jordan appear out of nowhere. I sighed and began walking in the direction that Max and I just walked from, back towards the house.

I could feel him walking after me. I wasn't stupid nor was I rude enough to challenge him in front of his pack.

"I don't know why you can't understand simple commands."

"I don't want to fight Jordan. I'm really not in the mood to be ridiculed by you at the moment. I think I had enough of that today" I waved him off continuing to walk and noticing a dark figure by the lining of the trees across the field. As soon as I did a double-take the form was gone.

"Jordan did you see that?"

"See what?" I was shocked that he didn't notice it. He was usually so observant.

"There was a dark figure at the lining of the trees!" He squinted his eyes searching for what I saw. His stare glazed over letting me know that he was contacting someone from his pack to go check it out.

"Get in the house." I knew he was saying that both in the fact that I was out without his permission and also because of what I had saw.

***

"What is that?" He growled at me sprinkling green leaves into his food. He was already suspicious at the fact that I was making food for him when I should be angry.

"Uhm cilantro?" I answered not understanding his point for questioning an ingredient.

"Are you trying to poison me?" He had me pinned against the wall in 4.5 seconds. It wasn't rough he just kind of backed me into his. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest and it felt practically perfect pushed against mine. Here I go being amative when he could care less about anything I'm feeling. Being this close to his mouth his downward nose and his heavy breaths gave me basorexia. His lips were parted in somewhat of a snarl and his perfect skin had a glow.

"No, it was used in ancient times it was used in love potions." His eyes narrowed at me, his hands on me made me feel sad at how pleasurable the tingles he generated. "I'm miserable here Jordan. You don't want me, so allow me to go home." I didn't mean it. I wanted him to like me, that's all. I wanted him to tell me that I he didn't want me to go.

"We were put together for a reason Korali. The greater good of the pack is at stake. Stop being selfish within your own emotions."

"You're a strong alpha with or without me. They don't even like me," I exasperated. I slightly lifted my arm pointing at nothing in general.

"Every pack needs an alpha female. They hold the pack together." He seemed firm in his answer. His eyes studied everywhere on my face, it made me feel heated under his gaze.

"Look, I'm not cut out for this. You know it, I know it. You're irritated every time I'm even breathing near you." He pulled away from me and backed up a little. He closed his eyes before opening his mouth again.

"I'm not irritated" he snapped further proving my point. His eyes darted away from me looking around the room; anywhere but towards me.

"I'm not the type of person who complains a lot. I go where life takes me but I can't keep quiet with mistreatment."

"Mistreatment? You have everything you need here. You can have anything you want? I don't see the problem."

"I miss Kaliko, I miss freedom, I miss hoping that my mate wanted to find me." I swallowed looking down. "And its obvious you know something's wrong otherwise you wouldn't keep such a tight guard on me."

We stayed silent for a minute before he grabbed my arms again and looked down at me piercingly. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my lips. My heartbeat sped up to an erratically fast speed and I'm sure he noticed but he didn't pay any mind to it.

"I apologize for not being what you expected." He looked away briefly before his attention drew back to me. "But my duty is to protect." But who was he protecting? His people? Me? Or just himself?

He let go of me, grabbed his soup and left the room.

***

"Korali!" Jordon knocked on my door and I drowsily got up opening the door while one hand was rubbing my eye.

"I have breakfast prepared in the kitchen." He made breakfast? For what?

"Uhm-" I grumbled disoriented from sleep.

I turned my back to Jordan and went to my drawer pulling out a bra. Because he couldn't see my front I pulled my tank down and put on the bra clipping the back. Hearing his low growl woke me up out of my sleepy state and send a cold chill through my body in the form of lust.

"Meet me in the kitchen He ground out with his fist clenched around the door nob. When he left I finally let out a breath and saw the hand dents left on the nob. I went down when I felt everything was cooled off and saw Jordan sitting at the counter with a blank look on his face.

Once I sat down the silence surrounded us the only thing being heard was the occasional scrap of a fork against the plate.

"You have nothing to say?"

"No."

"Have I done something to displease you again?" Yeah, you wont let me in your life.

"No. I'm okay." I was quietly eating, taking a sip from my orange juice.

"Have—have you—" I noticed his irresolution to say whatever he was trying to get out. Which was odd because Jordan was not known for his tact and political correctness. He didn't speak much outside of this house but he always knew what he wanted to say when it came to me.

"What is it Jordan?"

"Have you had your cycle?"

I paused for a minute before it clicked. "Not yet. Why?" I was so very uncomfortable and embarrassed that we were having this conversation.

"Heat." He was stiff, I noticed that. I'm sure something else was stiff too. I could smell his arousal—or well his wolf's towards me even though it was light. It made my wolf want to go in a frenzy though. I was embarrassed at my libidinous thoughts.

Then I knew. He was afraid he'd have to be around me when that time came. Even though he was the only one who could help me during it. He was afraid he wasn't strong enough to control himself around me.

Once werewolves meet their mate their period stops for two months. In the middle depending on your last cycle, you go into heat for a week. It wasn't necessarily for reproduction purposes more as it was for the aspect of mating being a must. Heat must of have been the reason why I've been so wanton lately.

"Oh, I could just stay. I mean I'm not really allowed off of the pack land anyway. An unmated female on her heat? I doubt that would be smart." I wanted to play with him I watched his eyes flash his di-chromium colors. I knew where I had him. I was no longer thinking lustful at the moment; I was thinking smartly.

"I know what you're up to." He spoke his teeth clenched and looking at me through slits of eyes.

"You do?" I questioned innocently looking at him with eyes that knew well enough. I brushed my hand over his, which was tightly gripping a spoon.

He started to breathe heavily gripping onto the table, "I don't believe in manipulation."

"Neither do I. This isn't manipulation Jordan; this is forcing you to do what's right and what you've been putting off. To make me a member of the pack at least. Or, you leave me vulnerable and susceptible to all those horny male wolves out there." I looked away dramatically acting as if I was going to cry. "I know you don't care about me Jordan, but to allow me to be—to be attacked—sexually harmed even—" He cut the last sentence off before I could even continue.

"I would never. I do—I will make you a member before the week is done." He did what? He cared? That had my heart doing jumps and flips—not healthy but still.

I finally got something accomplished. I was going to be apart of the pack. Step one was complete. I got some leeway. Although he still didn't like me and I was forcing this—he would have to make me apart of something that he cared deeply about. Mates giving up on each other wasn't unheard of, but it didn't happen often.

I'm almost scared to ask How do you feel about Jordan? Do you think what Korali did at the end of the chapter w/ becoming a member was smart? Do you think Kore should control her lust better? Do you think Korali used the right word when describing how Jordan is "mistreatment"? Is Jordan afraid of Kore's heat or something else? Can you tell if Jordan cares? Or does he not? What are curious about?