Elijah

Elijah finally gets himself together enough to get off the doorstep and climb into the passenger side of Luke’s car. He moves gingerly, too scared to make too much movement, trying not to piss off Luke anymore. His pheromones were already suffocating.

“Aw Butterball, why do you look so down.” He says mockingly, “Can it be that you don’t like my company?”

“N-not at all.” Elijah stutters, though they both know it's a lie. Luke hums suspiciously but doesn’t interrogate him further, cranking up the car.

Luke stops his bullying and the car ride to the high school is largely uneventful. Elijha kept expecting Luke’s teasing words or insults about how fucked up Elijhas hair surely was at this point, but Luke kept his anger directed at the cars around him.

Elijah can't help but let out a sigh of relief as the car pulls up to the school.

“Get out of my fucking car.” Luke slams on his brakes, hastily unlocking the door. Elijah stumbles his way out of the car and Luke speeds off not long after.

Goddess, I hope I find my mate.

Elijah sent a quick prayer to the Moon Goddess and stepped through the doors. Disappointment floods his scent when he doesn’t immediately feel any magnetic pull. He knew it was unrealistic to expect his mate to just be waiting on him through the doors, but he still hoped.

Elijah headed to his first block, English, looking around, hoping his mate would notice him. As the first bell rings and the class fills up, he’s disappointed once more when he doesn't feel a pull towards anyone.

Sitting through the entirety of the first period feels like torture for him. How can he just sit here when he has the chance to find his mate and maybe, just maybe, escape his dad and his brother?

Unfortunately, the first half of the day goes by without any sighting of his mate. Elijah grabs a single shitty slice of cheese pizza before he crashes down at an empty table.

“Looky who it is!” a familiar voice shouts “Good ol’ Ellie.”

Elijah cringes at the name, only able to guess at the level of beating he’s about to receive, but has no choice but to turn to look at the voice.

Bryce. An alpha member of the Blood Moon Pack. Elijhas pack. It could be worse. Bryce is chill, almost nice compared to the rest of his bullies. 

Bryce cocks his eyebrow at him. Elijah quickly averted his gaze. “H-hi Bryce.” He curses his omega for being so weak and stuttering over 2 simple words.

“Hey, Ellie.” Bryces’ tone grows more serious, “I’m not here to mess with you this time, but I’m curious… Have you heard anything about a ...uh...your mate?” he finishes looking down, unsure.

“Wh-what?” Elijah asks, too caught off guard to even remember his fear. 

“Well yeah…You  just turned 18 and y’know I won't turn 18 for the next month so I was just… wondering, I guess.”

“Uh no...I haven’t…” He’s so unsure of where this is going.

“Oh. cool, cool.” Bryce rocks on his heels. “Mind if I sit here?” He touches the back of the seat next to Elijah.

“Oh…sure?” What the fuck is going on.

“Thanks!” he says, flashing me a bright smile.

“No problem…”  

It ends up that the whole last part of the day he has classes with Bryce. He hopes letting Bryce sit with him doesn’t come back to bite him in the ass.

By the time school got out Elijah still didn’t have a mate and his nerves were shot to hell. Having Bryce around all day was not good for his paranoid anxiety. As he waited outside for Luke to show up to take him back home, he leaned up against a wall and dozed off. 

He awoke to a hand grabbing his shoulder violently and he instinctively shoved whoever it was away. Hard. 

By the time Elijah had come to his senses enough to realize what he just did Luke had already picked himself up off the ground, staring at him in shock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck....” Elijah feels his breath start to quicken as the panic sets in. He looks down at his hands and back up to Luke “Oh goddess. He's going to hurt me, oh goddess.” He mumbles, and his chest tightens painfully. Tears start slipping down his cheeks rapidly as he stumbles backward away from Luke.

Luke starts walking towards him. Elijah’s breath comes out in heavy pants and the tears keep coming. Black circles his vision and it doesn't take a genius to tell that he’s having a panic attack.

What was I thinking oh goddess?

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Elijah repeats as Luke storms close to him, finally recovering from the shock of being pushed by him, an omega. Luke looks at Elijah angrily and he stops saying sorry because he can’t breathe. 

I can't breathe, I can't breathe.

“Whoa, what the fuck.” Lucas says, his face changing into one of confusion.

Elijah lets out a sob. “Don’t hurt me, I’m sorry.” He tried to say but he’s not even sure it even came out.

“Dude your shaking.”

Elijah feels himself shake, but he can’t see, he can’t breathe, he can’t, he can’t.

And everything goes away.