Kale-

Twenty five years old and throwing a tantrum? Yes. And for good reason.

I can’t fucking believe it. I wont believe it. I will not have a god damn cat for a fucking mate. Fuck this shit.

He walked down those god damn Devil stairs all entitled and holier-than-thou-like and stares at me with the most hateful stare I’d ever thought someone could give me, for no fucking reason whatsoever. It’s not like we’ve even met before now and I’m pretty sure I don’t even deserve it; and that’s when it hit me.

The smell of lilac and fresh linen; most likely from him leaving his room at the moment, but then, the calmness that descended completely over me, those deep blue eyes that just pulled me in to where that’s all that I could see. Nothing else seemed to matter around me at the time.

It immediately pissed me off once I knew what was going on, knowing what it meant and what was happening. So now I scream and throw one of the pillows from the bed, across the room. “My God he pisses me off! Even more so now that I’ve seen that smug fucking face!”

“Dude, calm down, what’s wrong? You’re more pissy today than I thought you’d be.” Lucca says, trying to keep me calm in my perfectly justified breakdown while he flops down onto the bed.

This is not fucking happening. I will not accept him as my fucking mate. I don’t give a shit what the fates think of this pairing. It’s not going to happen.

“What’s wrong?” I laugh sarcastically and he quirks a brow then leans back on the bed, pocketing his phone to give me his full attention, “Did you even see how he looked at us? He thinks he’s above us, it’s so fucking plain as day. And to top it off- Get this. You’ll fucking love it, Lucca.” I give a slight pause for dramatic effect before I continue, “You’d be pissed too if you realized that he’s your fucking mate. Hilarious, right?” I scoff while grabbing another pillow then proceed to shake it in the air in anger. “Fate my fucking ass. Fuck me. Why am I fated to be with a god damn cat…”

His expression goes blank as he silently stares at me, and a thought suddenly occurs to me. “Wait. You honestly wanted to fuck him earlier?” He doesn’t reply to what I just said. He only averts his eyes from me to stare at the fire in the fireplace, and that solidifies my guess.

“You did. Do. Don’t you.” I growl while now squeezing the life out of the pillow in my hands. He still doesn’t reply, and doesn’t look back towards me. “Well you can have him. Go at it. I don’t care. Go get you some pussy because I have no intention of accepting him as my mate.”

With a huff I flop down into an armchair next to him that’s been strategically placed next to the bed while tossing the pillow off to the side with another growl. Why does it have to be him. This is fucking bullshit.

“I don’t want some fucking cat for a mate.” I grumble while leaning my head back against the headrest; the cool leather of the chair my only comfort. “God I need a drink.”

“I could go get you one?” Lucca says hesitantly.

“...please.”

Lucca stands up and I look over at him from the corner of my eye, “And don’t tell a fucking soul about this either or I swear to god…”

He backs away while raising his hands defensively and before he walks out of the room he only replies to me cautiously with, “I won’t say a word to anyone, bro.”

Then he leaves the room to go towards what I want to assume is a well stocked bar somewhere in this hellhole of a mansion. I hope he gets something stiff because I really don’t want to have to deal with all of this right now.

With Lucca gone and no one left in the room, I get up out of the armchair and snatch up one of the pillows I threw just so I can scream again; but this time with a little more dignity.