Destined To Be... { Boy X Boy } (( Unedited ))

35__ I hate life.

Kardian's pov

It's been over two hours since Carlson told me he can't cook. I felt torn between crying, laughing and beating the shit out of him.

I'm as weak as a jelly right now, hunger is dealing with me and we can do nothing but sit in silence and let our grumbling stomachs entertain us both.. my stupid mate is also hungry as fuck and I can't begin to explain how fucking relieved I am that he's going through the same pain that I am.

We walked to the pack house moments ago just to find it empty with NO food in the kitchen.. not even a single fruit or snack is there nor here.

Some stupid burger-looking guard said that the Luna and some other women went grocery shopping a while ago and they are yet to be home.
Apparently, grocery shopping for a large pack of estimatedly over 2000 members is a fat-ass deal.

"Kardian, just follow me upstairs, I need to grab my phone and make a phone call. Ain't you hungry? We need to order something! If not for you then for me" Carlson groans desperately and I ignore him again, silently sulking on the seat I'm plumped upon.

After the heartbreaking news we got from the guard, Carlson wanted to take me somewhere else.. but I refused and I don't regret it..

guess where..

Jerome's house.

Turns out, that big-idiot-foot guy back in the hospital who kept touching and kissing his forehead is his best friend and he's the only one who could give us food.. but I'd rather gladly die of starvation than get food from him.

I loathe that big-idiot-foot guy.

My legs were like jelly - still is - after Carlson made me walk to and fro to the pack house and half way to Jerome's house.. and I'm not forgiving him for that.

I suggested we go eat out, but Carlson's dad took Carlson's car out for an important meeting and Annalise took the truck, Jerome took his mate's car to school and over my dead body will I accept to arrive at a restaurant in a worrior bus.. as in, a big ass brown bus... Large enough to contain 50 werewolves. and over my sexy ass body will I walk into a restaurant when I'm as weak as an impotents sperm. not to talk of the fact that the restaurants here are cheap as fuck.

In conclusion to all my ranting..

I hate life..

For the nth time today, my stomach growls like the low life bitch that it is and I point at it then at Carlson "Hear that? That's the reason why I'm not following you anywhere" I snap at him.

"Well, you have to. Stop being a creepy masochist for once and follow me upstairs"

"I'm not following you anywhere, what's stopping you from going by yourself again?" I snap at him and he glares at me before huffing.

Yeah.. lol he didn't want to plead with me at first.. he didn't want to try and convince me to follow him upstairs at first, he thought he could protect himself from the mate awareness's wrath by using his magic as a shield but guess what?

It failed.. mate awareness dealt with us both to the extent where we can't bear to sit in different seats..

I forced out a laugh at his face every time he rushes downstairs in pain.. he caused us both pain because of his stubbornness.

But it's okay, the satisfaction I got from the make-believe illusion that he's running back to me as though he can't leave without me is forever imprinted in my soul.

So now, we literally can't stay away from each other.. we tested the theory and realized we can only get two feets away from each other. nothing less and nothing more.