《Slave, My Mate》Chapter 25

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He was so beautiful sitting there in his big black truck. His dirty blond hair was brushed gently off to the side, and had the most gorgeous smile on his face. I was envious of his charms and looks. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and touch his beautiful chest. I wanted to run my nails down his back and rub my finger tips down his muscled arms. He was magnificent.

"Hey Jezebel." An high pitched, annoying, male voice came from behind me.

I turned around annoyed that someone had distracted me from my ogling at Whitlock.

"Hello Fantasia." I said rudely. Everyone knew Fantasia was Whitlock's mate, they were always touching and kissing. And doing all of that stuff mates do. What everyone didn't know though was that poor miss. Fantasia was going to be in a world of heartache once Whitlock realized who his true love was. Me.

"How are you?" She said trying to press a conversation. Her voice was soft and gentle. I loathed it. Woman these days were to soft and gentle. They needed to be strong and hard, to be able to take care of themselves.

Like me. I have always taken care of myself, my parents abandoned me when I was small. That's what parents of witches did, they left as soon as the child was no longer drinking breast milk.

"What can I do for you princess?" I said mockingly.

Fantasia was the princess of the fairy world. She was there little gem. There precious artifact only allowed out of the walls of there kingdom for schooling. The school we all attended was the best in the world. All royal or people of money went here. It was only for the best.

"No need to be rude Jezebel. I came to ask you about Trevor. He has been looking for you all morning. Is everything ok?" She said. Her voice was soft and caring.

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"Me and Trevor have no relations. If you see him princess, be sure to tell him that." I spat at her.

Trevor was under the idiotic belief that we were mates. There was no feasible way that we could ever be mates. He was weak and spineless. He was an omega for gods sake. I am so much better than him. I deserve a strong alpha mate, like Whitlock.

"Your mates with him Jezebel. You have to be with him." She said. I could hear the annoyance and confusion in her voice. I grinned.

"He is not my mate." I said not looking at her.

Whitlock looked over to us and smiled. I waved with my fingers but noticed that he wasn't smiling or even looking at me, I turned to look at Fantasia. He was looking at her. I growled and lunged at her, knocking us both to the ground. She let out a startled scream but quickly recovered. I punched her repeatedly using my weight to hold her down.

I heard the most menacing growl I had ever heard before come from behind me. I stopped, startled, and turned to see Whitlock in his wolf form lunging at me. I screamed covering my face.

You will leave this territory! You will never return. If you do I will kill you slowly and painfully! Whitlock's voice came through my mind. It was the alpha command. I coward in fear and nodded. Standing and running towards the edge of the territory.

How could Whitlock do this to me! We are mates! He is supposed to love me! Not her!

I would kill fantasia if it's the last thing I do. I would end her and Whitlock would be all mine!

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