You're My Mate (BL)

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“Come on, David, get ready! We have to go to your new school!”

I lazily pushed aside the bag that was on my desk. My father asked me to prepare for my new school immediately.

Hell. How many times have I changed schools because I followed his wishes?

I don’t know what my father planned for me; why does he always invite me to move from one city to another?

For a trivial reason, I always get a long lecture from my father.

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That’s right; Dad asked me to move to another city when I couldn’t find the person I was looking for. More specifically, someone who should be my partner in the future. Mate.

The story is very long about why my father asked me to get married or find my soul mate. Because after Dad found out that I was the Alpha of the werewolf, his attitude changed completely towards me.

He did not explain in detail the reason, but there is one thing I know from my family tree.

I am a descendant of the Werewolf Alpha and Beta. Where is my father, Patrick Henderson? He is Werewolf Alpha. And my late mother, Natalie Roman, was a Werewolf Beta who my father bit.

Long story short, they are both married and have a son named David Henderson. Yes, that’s me.

And it is said that if Werewolf Alpha married werewolf Beta, his son would later become Werewolf Omega.

But in reality, it is not. I even had an Alpha identity after I turned 17. And that was decades ago.

And that identity is a curse to me. The elders of my father said that if the Werewolf Alpha and Werewolf Beta couple had a werewolf Alpha child, there would be a terrible disaster in my family.

At first, my mother did not believe what the elders of my father said. And my mother still decided to take care of me without telling the truth.

Finally, my mother died at my hands because of an unexpected and unintentional incident by me. On my 17th birthday, on that full moon night, I couldn’t control myself the first time I could transform into a werewolf form.

And the first prey I fell for was my mother. Fuck! I’m disobedient.

But that is not the important point of this story because it turns out that the prophecy by my father’s elders said that the first prey of Werewolf Alpha, the child of the Werewolf Alpha and Werewolf Beta couple, was his mother, namely Werewolf Beta.

And since then, my father has carefully taken care of me on a full moon night.

Because my father’s elder said, “He won’t be able to stop preying on male or female Werewolf Betas until he finds his soul mate!”

And dad says if I haven’t found my soul mate, I can be more dangerous than that.

Because what I’m afraid of is that I’m going to slaughter someone else’s Werewolf Beta because it has happened several times in several cities. When I rampage at the full moon, I never slaughter an unpaired Werewolf Beta.

But I always slaughter the Werewolf Beta that has a partner. It’s one of my curses.

Because of that incident, my father and I became fugitives from many Werewolf members in several cities. And they were after me to cut off my head. They called me.

“Cursed Werewolf!”

The name had already spread to several cities, and my identity was also almost known to many werewolf members.

Fellow Werewolves shouldn’t kill each other, but I’ve killed almost 15 Beta Werewolves with a partner.

This is the only Ohio city that doesn’t know my identity; maybe soon, the news will spread to this city.

“Is everything ready?” My father asked as he opened the car door.

I just nodded my head, agreeing with what my father asked.

Since the incident on my 17th birthday, I haven’t had a long conversation with my father. Because until now, I still feel guilty about this incident.

I feel guilty that Dad doesn’t have a partner anymore because a Werewolf who has imprinted someone or his partner won’t be in touch with other werewolves or people when his partner dies.

That’s how all the werewolves I’ve killed their mates feel.

How cruel I am.

Today is the first day I go to school in this city, and the goal is the same. I have to find my soul mate.

My father said the Werewolf mate had a different smell than the others, whether a normal human or a werewolf.

And nearly 97 years on, I still haven’t found the distinct scent my father was referring to. I don’t know what the smell will be like. But all the scents from their bodies or blood that I can smell are very rotten, not good at all. There are also sour and sour.

Ewhhh. I want to throw up when I tell it.

But what is clear is that my father said my soul mate would have the scent of tuberose flowers. What he said smells so sweet and fragrant; other smells can’t beat it. And until now, I still can not find the smell.

I entered the class where I first attended school in this small town. When I entered the class all the students in the class were very noisy and noisy.

Maybe because they saw my handsome face and athletic body; I have no doubts about it because every time I go to a new school, I always feel the same way I do now. So it’s normal for me.

When I entered the class and introduced myself, the teacher named Daniel asked me to sit with the boy in the back corner.

“Strange!” That’s what I thought when I saw the figure of a man silently looking out of the window without looking at me at all.

I sat next to him and managed to get to know him. Of course, I managed to converse with him because no one can refuse to answer questions because that is one of the auras I have.

His name is Leon, and he is an ordinary but mysterious boy to me.

And strangely, when I was next to this man, I did not smell anything on his body. Even the sour or sour smell or other odors, like most people in this class, didn’t smell like the man sitting on my left.

Who exactly is he? Why can’t I smell his scent? Could it be that He has the power within him? I can only think when I’m next to him.

Finally, he decided to take me around the school, showing me some of the places in this school.

Several events had happened before I was in the school’s backyard, but I was too lazy to tell them.

I was surprised when I heard the story from Leon that he was being chased by a man named Robert.

Robert asked Leon to be his boyfriend.

Of course, I’m curious about it, because why did that man want Leon to be his boyfriend?

“Then be my boyfriend!” I ventured to ask him this ridiculous question hoping to get an answer I wanted to get.

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Author’s Note: David’s pov is an interlude in this story. Because all these stories only belong to Leon.