Save me

Chapter four

Blake POV

Today was the day. My 17th birthday. I would finally find my beautiful mate. I have been waiting so long for this moment. I rush out of bed and take a quick shower, throwing on a black button up shirt and blue jeans. Running a hand through my hair, I head upstairs to the kitchen.

My mom and dad stand in front of a large stack of pancakes and smile at my arrival.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LITTLE CUPCAKE! MOMMY LOVES YOU!" My mother shouts into my face. I wince and look at her with a 'please don't' kind of grimace. She glares at me. "I can call you whatever I wanna call you." Rolling my eyes, I grab a fork and dig into my pancakes. Glancing at the clock, I notice I'm almost late for school, so I shove the pancakes into my mouth and grab my backpack.

I walk up to my mom, who is still rumbling on about me growing up, and hug her. I go over to my father and hug him as well.

"Happy birthday son." He says quietly into my ear. He hands me a set of car keys and I grin at him. I run out the door and shout "bye guys!" To my parents. I close the door, but not in time to block out my mom screaming, "I love you my sweet baby!" I laugh at her as I climb Into my new cherry red Ferrari and speed away.

Madi's POV

I groan and roll over. Today is the stupid day. Today 's my birthday.

Gross.

I take a quick shower and put on a simple black dress. Might as well dress for the occasion.

'Who are you dressing up for anyway' I snort.

Going downstairs, I creep past a snoring dad on the couch. Probably hung over. I jog out the door, hoping he won't wake up. When he doesn't I celebrate by pumping my hands in the air. He rolls over and groans, and I just about have a mini heart attack. I jump out the door anxious to get away from him. I get in the driver's seat of my car and drive to school.

When I walk into the school everything seems pretty normal. Everyone ignores me, just the way I like it. I glance at a group of passing friends, deep in their conversation. I used to have a best friend. I had a group of friends, but when my mom left and my dad started beating me, I kept to myself and didn't talk to many people. Eventually they stopped trying to be my friend and that was fine by me.

I walked to my locker and started to get my things for my first class when Whitney and her groupies stopped at her locker, which happens to be right next to mine. We don't speak and I'm very OK with that.

How do I describe her? Well, Whitney was the school slut. She slept with every guy who she could get her perfectly manicured hands on.

As I turned to leave, I bumped into someone's hard muscular chest. As soon as we make contact an electrifying jolt goes through the crowd. I look up into the deep blue eyes of Blake Colt, future alpha of fullmoon pack.

The word "mate" slips out of my mouth, before it drops in shock. I have an Alpha mate.

Great.