Chapter 3

"Oh God, Chester what the fuck?!" I yelled to the young blonde who is still snoring in the bed.

"Ugg, Deathon I am still sleeping. Can you just go, away!?"

I just gawk at him, the fuck?!

"Hey, its already 7:30 and do you really have no idea what today is?! The fuck dude! Its the first day of school man?!" I screeched at him.

It seems that does it 'cause his eyes just snap open and he stumbles to his bed and God!! That one is the most hilarious thing that I've ever witnessed.

Chester trips so many times while getting dressed and bump to a wall a few times while putting his things to his knapsacks. He even hit his head in the roof of my car when he hop in. And after breaking so many traffic rules we finally make it to the school in one piece at a breaking time. Thank God!

"Never again, I mean it!! I will never going to wake you up again!" I hissed at him angrily while getting out of the car, he just rolled his eyes at me.

He knows that I would never do that to him. I love him, he is my brother after all. And one of the living relative that I have. Our pack was attacked by rouges two years ago. My dad who is the alpha at that time died protecting the whole pack. My mom who is his mate can't handle the lost of his other half making her weak and after a month she also died living me and my two brothers. My older brother Trenton become the alpha, then he appointed me as his beta. Some of them disagree with this, saying that I am still too young for the responsibilities. But my brother Trenton told them than I am more capable than they gave me credit for. Well he is definitely right because after two years, our pack become more stronger and successful than before.

We grew larger in number, the warrior wolves become more stronger, and aside from that, the business that our pack have become more successful.

Oh, gee it seems that it come out as unbelievable and crazy. But unfortunately it is not. Me and my family, and some of the townsfolk are werewolves.

There are some humans but they never knew about us. We have this written rule given by the Higher Council of Supernaturals that we need to conceal our kind from the humans. We live in the shadows, and its not just us werewolves but also the vampires, fae, witches and warlocks too. We do it to protect the balance of this world, human nature being unconsciously greedy can become a big problem for us. They might exploit us and our abilities for their own gain. It is sad but true nonetheless.

Suddenly my senses assaulted by the most exotic smell, my wolf jump with joy and my skin tingles. Turning to its source, I saw a boy getting out from a - what the fuck?! Is that a limo! You gotta be kidding me?! This suddenness seems to wake me up in whatever trance I am. Then I just stumble a little...

Oh fuck..

No way!!

This person who is indeed a rich one who has a fucking limo and, a fuck!! Is that a friggin butler?!! Is this for real?? Oh God I don't know anymore...

I mean the guy is my fucking mate!! Can you believe it!! And to my own horror he is a friggin' human!!!

The hell??!

I know right, it never happened before. And truthfully its starting to freak me out. Werewolves never mated to another species more so in humans. Their kind is much weaker, and they are vulnerable in any kind of attack. Being a mate of a werewolf, one's should have at least a strength in par with his mate. And me being a beta, and an Alpha's brother have a human mate?! I don't care if he's a male, same gender pairing is common among us it might startle me a little, but him as a human is so wrong in many levels.