A/N

~under serious editing~

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"But today is my birthday! And not just my birthday but the day I find my mate" I whispered/shout at Kyle, one of my few friends from the pack.

If the orphan wasn't close to this pack then I wouldn't of known what to do cause I've been attached to this pack for sixteen  years...their are my only family other than my real parents who died and the ones that adopted me.

He shake his head in disbelief and let out an odd laugh.

"Bella... You have to lighten up and be brave" he encouraged me.

I scowl and leaned my back on the sofa of Blake Jeffrey, the owner of the house party that we are currently in.

Apparently today is his cousins birthday, Timmy, from a neighboring pack.
And since our pack could hold at least three packs they held it here cause its a mansion.

"Look all I'm saying is that he could be your mate...you wouldn't know if you don't try" kyle said again, irritating the shit out of me.

"Listen here kyle-" I said venomously but he doesn't seem fazed. "Parker lane is not my mate and even if he is then I would feel the connection, idiot" I poked him in the forehead and went back to scowling on the leather sofa.

There is no way parker lane is my mate! I would've faint when I saw him earlier today if he was my mate.

"And how are you so sure?" He pounder on the teasing question.

He knows how much I like parker and he knows that I suck at talking to guys that I like and I know what game he is playing but I won't take part in it, period!

Parker is trouble. He is known for his manipulative ways and sour personality but I just can't seem to get his dull eyes out of my mind.

"Bel-" before kyle could finish saying my name the most intoxicating aroma circled the room.

I lift my nose in the air and sniff but choke on the different types of perspiration, alcohol and other drugs.

Kyle started to laugh at me, hitting me on the shoulder as he laughed.

I glared at him and hit his arm, hard.

"Ouch! Yeah that didn't hurt at all Miss May" he said sarcastically while rolling his Armond shape eyes.

I pull at his hair, making his blonde / drown mess of hair fell in his eyes.

"Okay okay I'll stop" he said putting his hands up in surrender.

Good boy.

He throws back his hair, patting the frizz that I caused when I pull it.

His hair can be very unpleasant at times...

"But seriously what are you sniffing....wait don't tell me they brought cocaine?" He said jumping up eagerly.

I pulled him back down and glared, "No you jack, and I think its my mate but it was gone as soon as it came..." I said feeling a bit insecure, for what reason? I don't know.

His eyes widen as he stood up and pulled me up with him. "What are y-"

"Shhh" he shushed me. "If your mate is here then you need to find him" he held my hand tight as to not lose me in the crowd of people as he pulled me along with him.

My palms were starting to get sweaty as the nerves of seeing my soulmate.

I can't wait to get to know him and love all his flaws and just be deeply inlove with each other as we start the perfect life for us but not to perfect......I want to be the best mate their is for him, to guide each other in the way of life.

Usually we need a wolf first before we can find our mates but when it's our sixteenth birthday we can just feel it in the air. That's how the moon goddess created us but most were's can't find their mates so early in life so it can all be just some sweets I'm smelling but I just know that it's not.

We reached a clearing as he looked at me with an unreadable expression. I raised my left brow in questioning but he just continue to search my face as if looking for something.

A minute passed by with him looking at me before he burst out in a grin and held me tight to his chest.

He patted my head and inhale my sent as a few droplets of tears fell on my shoulder. "My little Bella finally found her beast" he whispered in my ears making Me shudder when his hot tears feel on my ears.

"Such an emotional reck" I mocked.

I could practically feel his glare and amusement.

The same sent of vanilla and coffee beans mixed with an unfamiliar smell came back as it filled my nose with it's strong scent but before I could process what's going on a mighty growl trembled the ground as kyle was thrown harshly to the wall.

My eyes widen as I saw kyle unconscious form on the ground, I could see a little trickle of blood by his right eye.

I opened my mouth to say something or at least run to Kyle's help but I was frozen in spot.

I wanted to kill a mother fucker right now for hurting my best friend!

My body shimmered with anger that I can't take out.

"Bitch!" Someone spits from beside me.

I turned my head to glare at the person and maybe kick their ass but my face was slapped to side.

I gasped when I felt the shock of electricity that flew through me but it was drowned out when the same electricity courses around my neck.

Strong powerful hands...

My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes watered, I looked up into captivating pitch black eyes.

My hands went numb by my side as I looked at the most handsome man I've ever seen...defined jaw with little to no stumbles, it look like he shaved it recently, his nose was strong and shape like those people from Egypt, his eyes is the perfect shape and his lip are plump and red....like troy sivan and his hair is a jet black colour with little flakes of light brown. I was hypnotized and I wanted so badly to crumpled under his black intense gaze. His skin glowed under the moon light.

I was supposed to feel fear cause of the burning sensation I'm getting from his strong hold around my neck but I just feel turned on......?

"Name!" His voice was low and deep with a command that was not to be ignored.

My heart beat quicken and my legs felt like jello when he speak.

So fucking sexy!

Mate!

"I- I- Isabella M-May" I struggled to get my name out, my voice was breathless.

His hands tightened around my throat as a raspy gasp left my lips.

I hate how much he is affecting me, yet I can't seem to get out of this trance he's put me in.

I'm so pathetic right now....I feel embarrassed of thinking so wrong and dirty things.

"I, haven grey, reject you ,Isabella May, as my mate" and in a flash his hands were free from my throat and dust flew around the place that he was briefly standing.

I hunched over, clutching my throat as I choked and inhale as much air as possible.
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Tears was trying to escape as I realised what just happened.

"Bella...?" Kyle voice was distance to me and everything else was blurry.

The only thing that I feel is pain...
I looked around helplessly as I looked for him, haven grey, my mate.

"Bella!?" I looked at kyle with blurred vision.

"Kyle.." I breath out, "he rejected me!" I shouted as I covered my face in embarrassment.

Was I not good enough? Am I ugly? Did I smell? Was my dress to sluty?

A lot of questions were circling my brains as I break down in hysterics.

No! Be strong, Bella, you're better than this!

I shouted at myself but no matter how much I tell myself I'm better...I just cry harder.

The pain in my chest became to much as I collapse on the floor clutching my aching heart.

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( the next hour or so )

"No! This is not a pity party! Get your ass up and show him that your not affected"

I coached myself as I redo my makeup in the bathroom upstairs from the party.

Crystal, Kyle's cousin, picked out my outfit and did my hair and make up - much to my resistance - and insisted that I attended this party. She said that I could maybe find my mate here and look - and I quote - "hella sexy" - for him.

She was right though... I did find my mate.

She is a senior in our school and is a professional makeup artist. I disagree a lot at first but somehow she managed to convince me that I must look good for him.... I guess it wasn't enough.

"he's not worth your tears!" I tell myself again.

"you just met him and he rejected you-" my voice breaks but I continue, "he doesn't deserve me! And I sure as hell deserves better!" I yelled this one louder as I hype up myself in the mirror.

"Don't you dare be a pathetic shit! This is your birthday and you're supposed to have a good time! Do daring shit and be proud of it!"

"Get wild and loose....but not to loose" I said winking to myself in the mirror.

If I was only eighteen and had my wolf I would've been looking for that son of a bitch already!

My heart tightened when I think off him and so I blocked my mind from that gorgeous face and head down stairs to the kitchen trying to forget about that beast.

As soon as I reached the kitchen I began to drown down shots, avoiding the burning bitter taste and drink some more.

It wasn't working so I moved on to lean and let me tell you....that was the beginning of how I became tipsy.

"Hey shorty" a deep voice said from behind me, making me momentarily jump but I turned around and scowl.

"What?" I asked as I pick up a beer but he take it away from me. "Hey! What gives!?" I say before I slapped him behind his neck and take back my drink.

"Nuh uh" he said shaking his fingers in front of me as he pick me up by my waist and hoist me on top of his muscular back.

My drink feel to the floor, shattering into tiny pieces.

"Nooooo!!!!!" I cried out when it shattered.

"What the fuc-!?" I began to say as he shushes me and carried me into a room and throw me on to the bed like some toy.

He looks strangely familiar. "Don't I know you?" I asked as I sit up on the bed.

"Yea" he says, a smirk dancing on his lips, "I'm parker lane" he introduced himself before he held onto my face and kisses me hard.

"Mhmm" I moaned as I greedily kissed him back.

What is wrong with me? Why aren't I stopping this? Oh that's right! I want to forget about my mate.... But is this the right way?

"You know..." He begin to say, breaking the kiss. "You have a sexy ass" he said as he grip my hands, pulling me up and grabbing my ass.

"And a tight pussy" he pushes me against the wall and moved his hands slowly around my ass as he reached my core.

My head flung back in pleasure as he massaged my core.

No this is wrong! Stop! Please stop!

My eyes widen in realisation as I pushed him off of me quickly but he didn't budge as he kissed along my neck in a sexual way.

My breath hitched as some of my senses came back....Parker lane is kissing me!

The boy that I had like for almost six years now is kissing me!

This is so wrong but feels so right! What to do?

As if hearing me, he answers my question. "Stop thinking and just enjoy this, shorty" and with that he wrapped on of my leg around his waist as I wrapped the next, feeling a bulge against my core.

"Relax" he whispered softly before laying me down gently on the bed.

I couldn't comprehend anything and it was distracting me from what? I can't remember but I do know that I wanted this...

I just hope I wouldn't regret it in the morning.

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