Chapter 3

***Christian's P.O.V.***

     Can't believe I found her, my mate. I could smell her before I stepped into first period. She smelled of milk and golden honey, so soft so light, but highly addictive. When I went through the door, I instantly started scanning the classroom for her. But all I was seeing was just a bunch of bimbo blondes trying their best to get my attention.

     My eyes zeroing in on a hot black hair and freckled face girl in the back of the class. Who bit her bottom lip with excitement and her eyes filled with lust. The smell seemed to be the strongest coming from her way.

     I don't get it? Everyone I spoke to told me that when you find your mate, you'll instantly know when you make eye contact with them. But here I am, looking at a girl who smells like my mate. But when I look at her, she doesn't feel like my mate.

     Maybe my eyes were going to hell?

     I take my seat next to my 'mate', who was trying way to hard for my taste to get me to like her. Something doesn't feel right. Her smell was intoxicating and instantly calms me. We introduced ourselves. When I make a comment on taking her to California with me, I hear a girl snort right next to her.

     Where the fuck did she come from?

     I see a fat girl who is looking down doing her class work.

     "Is something funny?" I asked, annoyed that this girl interrupted me and my mate's conversation.

     She lifts her face up, and I was surprised when a strikingly pair of beautiful light brown eyes were staring back at me.

     "Mmm, so that's mate," my wolf Zander said softly, slowly observing all of her features.

     Her thick figures were surprisenly breathtaking. She was wearing a black short sleeve shirt that showed off her full curvy tatted up body.

     "I want to trace all of those tattoos...with my tounge," Zander purred in approval with what he sees, trying to take control.

     I mentally roll my eyes at him, "Calm down you horn dog. There will be no licking or making her ours," I tell him, "Can't you smell that? She's a human."

     "So!?" He growls.

     I mentally rolled my eyes and sighed sadly, "Humans and werewolves are forbidden to mate. You know this, she could never be the Luna the pack needs. If people found out about us being mate's, they'll try to kill her."

     He whimpers longing to touch, kiss, and just be with our mate.

     "I know buddy," I tell him, getting just as sad as he was that we couldn't even enjoy our mate without risking her life.

     The rest of the class I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful creature before me, who was quietly doing her work. She would often look up and catch me staring at her, which made her cheeks turn the cutest shade of red. Before she quickly looked back down for another 5 or 10 minutes. Everytime our eyes locked with one another I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat.

     God I don't even know her and she's already got my body doing this lovey dovey shit.

     "Because she's our mate you idiot," Zander said, making me mentally roll my eyes at him.

     I spent all day thinking about those beautiful light brown eyes. They're just so inviting, and so warm and welcoming to look at. I could stare at her all day and not get bored. Her long thick wavy brown hair looked so soft that I almost cracked and ran my fingers through it. But I managed to resist, only cause I didn't want to freak her out.

     When I was in the hallway after 5th period, I stopped by my locker on my way to lunch. I suddenly felt small hands go up my back and through the loop holes of my arm.

     Before I could even react to this chick, the smell of milk and golden honey filled my nose catching all of my attention. My head turned to see my gorgeous curvy mate putting away her stuff in her locker.

     God she's so beautiful, I want to walk up and correctly introduces myself. I didn't like how our first meeting went.

     Just when I made up my mind to go talk to her, I see a tall lanky guy with fuzzy curly brown hair come up behind my mate. Then kisses the back of her head!

     "Hey babe," was all he said.

     I couldn't control my wolf, Zander started growling in warning at the guy who dare touch our mate.

     My mate looks around for the source of noise, when her eyes fell on mine. Her brows creased together, confused was stamped all over her beautiful face. She looks back up at the guy.

     "Hey, just let me put this up and we can go to lunch ok?" She says, shoving her stuff in the locker.

     She turned back around with a bright smile on her face as she looked up at the guy. That stunning smile only held one emotion, pure love. My heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly with a knife watching this.

     I knew I couldn't have her, but why must the moon goddess torture me like this? Wasn't it enough that she gave me a human mate I couldn't have!? Now I have to litterally watch the one thing that I'm supposed to treasure. The one person that I'm supposed to enjoy this life with and love unconditionally, be in the arms of another?

     Well played moon goddess, the one thing I can't have and it had to be her.

     When we were in the lunch room I just couldn't keep my eyes off of her. This is just crazy, how am I already protective over her that I have to watch her every move!?

     Come on man! Let's get some of our shit together here!

     When her dipshit boyfriend spoke about her weight in front of the entire table, Zander and I wanted to start shredding him into pieces.

     My mate looks at him, devastated by his harsh words. But when I said something to him, she looked shocked that I would be for standing up for her. A stranger, and that made my heart tighten with pain.

     After a few heated words that were exchanged between that pathetic human and I. He had the audacity to try and stand up against me, threatening me. I was so close to losen control of Zander. The only reason I didn't, was because of my mate. When she looked at me with pleading eyes, silently asking us not to fight.

     I regretfully watched her walk away with that asshole of a boyfriend. She looks back at me, confused as ever. But behind all the mixed emotions running through her light warm brown eyes. The two that stook out was curiosity and wonder.

     I just wanted to pick her up and run away with her, away from all these hateful people. And show her how she should be treated, at all times.

     Like a goddamn queen.