I Scored Myself A Mate

Mark had come to know the way to Mikael's room like the back of his hand. It was always easy to find his way in those twisting corridors and now as he heard the blasting music from his room, the door wide open it became even easier. He stood at the frame, watching the young wolf on his bed, resting with his arms behind his head. His music making the floor vibrate.

The red haired was so happy to see him safe. He had been worried that he would do something stupid to help Luke and find himself injured like before. Thinking about that time he almost died caused him an indescribable worry. His weakened body and hollow cheeks. The blood patches on his gauze were equals to a horrible nightmare. At least now he was safe, getting out of this mess unscathed. He smiled, observing him for a while but a sneeze betrayed him, making the wolf flinch and lock eyes with him.

"Your Alpha just died and you have turned your room into a club." Mark commented and the blond man smiled. He sat up, patting cheerfully the side next to him on the bed and Mark rushed inside, taking off his shoes and sitting next to him.

"Well, I wasn't the biggest fan of him. That's why I am not with Luke. I don't think I could console him properly and I don't want to make things worse. I already got scolded once." he explained.

"You got scolded?" mark asked surprised and laughed. "That is an interesting info." he said and Mikael nodded.

"Once in a hundred years it happens. So what brings you here?" he asked him and Mark looked away awkwardly. He played with the edges of his shirt, thinking what was the best way to talk to him. He felt slightly embarrassed explaining that he had ran here just because he was worried about him. Mikael would definitely tease him about it but at the end of the day, that was the truth.

"When I heard about what was happening I got worried. I didn't want to you to get hurt." he mumbled, pinching the dark bed cover with his index finger and thump, creating small mountains from fabric. Mikael smiled gently and placed his palm on his hand, stopping him. He entwined their fingers and moved forward to kiss him. That was a sweet kiss. Soft and gentle, Mark found himself liking it, the way their lips united, how they moved in sync. Mikael was a very good kisser. At the same time though, something was wrong. A restlessness and a thought in Mark's mind. This was not a kiss caused of want or like, it was a kiss out of pity. For some reason he could feel it and it hurt, like a sharp knife.

Mark stopped and he slowly pushed Mikael away, a sad look on his face. He had realized it by now, something was terribly wrong but to make sure he needed to hear it. No matter how much it hurt.

"Is everything alright?" Mikael asked him confused as to why he put a stop to their kiss.

"Why don't you just say it? These whole thing...it gets weirder and weirder so just spit it out." Mark said.

"What are you talking about? We did not get enough time together, that's all but you know that I like you right? I was the one that went after you first." Mikael said and squeezed his hand. Mark smiled as he nodded. He felt like a thorn was stuck on his heart, prickling him as he breathed. Mikael was talking to him wanting to make him believe his words but to Mark it was obvious that there was something wrong. There was something hidden behind his like.

"Do you really think I am stupid?" Mark asked. Not in an annoyed tone, not even angry but mostly curious. He wondered why Mikael couldn't be honest? Mark, even though afraid, even though always in a negative spot he spoke his mind freely, never wanting to lie to the people he loved. So to him, Mikael's ambiguous attitude was weird, he couldn't understand.

He didn't know enough to be able to understand after all. The regret and guilt growing in Mikael's chest like a poisonous plant, ruining every beautiful flower he had managed to nurture. Those flowers were his fondness of Mark and that disastrous parasite was the information that Markus had unwillingly given him. The thought that Scarlet was out there alive and the fact that his feeling for Mark could truly be remains of the love for his mate. Mikael felt horrible, no matter how hard he tried to suppress his thoughts, no matter how hard he was trying to convince himself that this all was just because of shock, that his feelings towards Mark were genuine he just couldn't stop. Suddenly his memories of her had become vivid again, a vibrant red and the sound of her laughter was not a sorrowful melody anymore. He would end up hurting Mark, no matter what he did.

"I am planning to leave the compound," he announced.

"Yes, I know that. You don't have to leave now though. You're immortal you could…"

"I will leave once Luke is settled down. The moment the council leaves I will leave too."

"What? But why so soon? I thought we were…" Mark mumbled, confused by his rush decision. Why would he choose to leave so fast. They had just started. He was the one that said he wanted them to be together and now he was just deciding to disappear? It just didn't add up.

"Scarlet is alive. I want to look for her." Mikael finally told him the truth. Mark's eyes widened, almost popping off their sockets. He pulled his hand away, breaking their awkward contact. Amelia was right. He thought. No matter how hard he had tried to deny it, this witch had warned him. She had shown him the truth but he didn't accept it. He had to come here and get humiliated like this. Mark was just a substitute. Nothing more.

The red head scoffed, rubbing his eyes as his frustration was growing.

"Mark I am sorry, I…"

"I told you. That day, before you left I had clearly told you that just because you had a mate us wouldn't work. I was right but you, you had to feed me false hope, you had to make me like you! You had to make me fall in love just to make my biggest fear true." Mark said as he removed himself from the bed. She headed towards the door frame, his anger rising. Mikael followed him, stopping him just before he stepped out of the room. His longs fingers that were wrapped around his wrist were burning, like acid making him frown. He wrinkled his nose as he stared and in an instant he broke off the touch. Mikael's face fell, unable to face him.

"Please listen to me. I am sorry. I really am. I didn't know that she was alive. I...I know I was wrong and I feel horrible about it." Mikael tried to explain, apologize mixing up his thoughts and presenting a mess to Mark. The red haired sighed, his lips turning into a thin line.

"You people can't really feel love. It's the same with your buddy. I tried so hard to believe that you wouldn't be an idiot like him. Gosh, Allias warned me, Amelia too. I had a fucking King and a witch warning me but I, like a fool followed my heart. Why am I such an idiot?" he asked, mumbling mostly cursing himself for his stupid decisions. He should have listened. He shouldn't have been such a know it all. He should have distanced himself when it was still early, minimizing the pain. Now, now it was too late, his heart was already cracking. Why did he come to like Mikael so much? Just why?

"Mark, no. It's my fault please don't blame yourself." Mikael told him angering him even more.

"Of course it's your fault! All I ever did was be honest with you. I cared for you, I...I… had never felt for someone the way I did for you and now I feel like a fool because from the beginning I was an understudy. I was into this all on my own, you heartless bastard!" he shouted and punched his chest. Mikael didn't complain, not even hurting from it. "You are horrible."

"I know, I know!" Mikael said and rubbed his face frustrated. "No, please don't cry Mark. Please. I am sorry. Believe me I did care about you."

"Don't tell me what to do!" he said angrily as tears escaped his warm eyes. Mikael would get on his knees if he had to, beg as much as the human wanted just to ease his pain even a little bit. Make things better for him.

"Mark, really I am sorry." He said.

"I don't want to see you again. Ever. Just go find your mate and be happy. Now I know, humans and supernaturals would never truly fall in love. We are the second example. Goodbye." he said and walked away. Mikael stood for a while there, contemplating if he should stop him. He decided not to. Maybe things were better that way. This kept on for too long and it was his mistake. Confusing him and using him to get rid of his thoughts.

They were over. It was the best for both of them.

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Don't hate me , please don't hate me xD Thing will get better! I swear so don't drop this book xD