I Scored Myself A Mate

After his speech and the sight of his father Luke was aware that there were still a few hours left before the funeral. He couldn't bear to spent that time in the office, staring at his lifeless body but at the same time he was unable to just sit in his own room and be left alone with his thoughts. So when Daniel offered him to head to the top floor, a place where he had gotten to visit only when he was a child he didn't deny. He silently followed the man, standing for a few seconds at the entrance of the floor, slightly feeling that he was invading his father's privacy, he was being revealed to a place he always looked upon from far away. 

"Come on in. There is nothing really left to hide in here anyways." Daniel said and the young wolf stepped inside. He led him to a small living room. The furniture was simple. A black leather couch and a matching armchair, a white carpet and a huge TV on the wall, turned off, showing a black screen. 

"Will you tell me about my father?" Luke asked after Daniel sat on the armchair, bringing his legs up, sitting comfortably. 

"If you want to. I can." He said and Luke nodded, the few incidents that had taken place the last hours had made him interested in knowing his father's past, something that he had never thought about too much before. Maybe now it was too late but he still, he wanted to know. "That's good." Daniels aid with a gentle smile. "I think our story begins around the year 1728? Yes, yes. That was it." Daniel said and a very vivid storytelling began

1728

Adam was the son of the Alpha named Richard, in 1728 he was eighteen years old, a youth with a future brighter than anyone else in the pack. He was privileged after all, a figure that was, to the pack, equal to King George the second their current king. His father though was the true king and he as his son was a prince. He was tall, with a fit figure and unworldly beautiful grey eyes. His long hair was neatly in a ponytail at the end of his head and he used to walk at this hour at the garden of their manor, a book in his hand, ready to spent his free afternoon reading. All young men were jealous of him, at the social gatherings young women would swarm around him. Many of his old friends at school would ask him how it was possible for him to be so popular, so perfect. Athletic and smart, fathers swore their daughters to him on the spot. He was also very rich, his father owing one of the few factories that in the later years would play a huge part in the industrial revolution. Adam would always smile, telling them it was all hard work and that he wasn't really that special. Something which was clearly untrue since Adam was not even a human. 

One day though another young man rushed through the back door, running with rosy cheeks, just two years older than him. He came bearing information. A story that would change everything. 

"Adam! Adam!" his friend shouted, the son of his father's beta. He ran towards him as the young wolf was sitting at a chair surrounded by his mother's favorite flowers. His friend was out of breath, panting, showing a very disgraceful side of himself and if anyone looked at him he wouldn't know he was a man belonging to the high society of England. 

"Markus stop your shouting. You will upset my mother.  What is it?" Adam asked him strictly. Markus was the only friend he had that was a wolf too. His father did not allow him to meddle with the other wolf children of their pack. He called them lowly and dirty as he had their parents working in their factory. Markus family and maybe two more, his father's most trusted people were the only who enjoyed a good life as they did. The rest worked for them and Adam never seemed to question that. He was born in that society and he considered this the order of things. 

"A few teens have gathered at the working neighborhood and they had started a fight. It's chaos!" Markus exclaimed with excitement. "Let's go take a look, with our powers we will be there in the blink of an eye."

"No, you know we are not supposed to meddle with the factory workers. Our parents would scold us severely if they find out." Adam reminded him and opened his book, trying to ignore his naughty friend. 

"Mate, no one's listening. Cut the posh talk please. You're giving me a headache." Markus said and Adam closed his book, the sound scaring off a few birds. 

"Fuck off Markus. I don't want to get in trouble." 

"Well but I will get in trouble if you don't come with me. And imagine your father, oh the rampage. It would be catastrophic. Really." He said with a devilish grin. His blond hair shone underneath the day light, a few curls escaping his pony tail as his brown eyes sparkled with the curiosity of youth. Adam sighed and dropped the book on the chair, finally admitting defeat. 

"Let's go, but promise me. No intervening!" he said pointing a finger at his friend. Markus chuckled and started running. Screaming that he would race him. All Adam wished was that his father wouldn't get to know about this. If he stayed hidden nothing bad would happen. Probably. 

Soon they had reached the lower class neighborhood. The stench was the first thing that Adam's sensitive nose, caught and he covered his face with his silk hand tailored sleeve, trying to block as much as it could away. It smelled like dead animals and alcohol. Almost suffocating. From the place they had stopped he could hear the screams and wondered why no one was doing anything. They came from an alley, filled with dirt and trash. As they walked, he accidentally stepped into a puddle of mud water, his white tights getting spots of dirt on them. 

"Markus, what if we get a disease." He said with a frown and his friend laughed loudly. Obviously their unusual figures draw some looks. You wouldn't see people like them there any day. Adam began to feel awkward. Girls would boldly approach him, with their chests revealed and they would link their arms with him, staring to spit prices for a magical night. Some of them had rotten teeth and scars from their body decaying. This area of the lower class residences was fully dedicated to his father's workers, meaning that the biggest percentage of them were werewolves. They never meddled well with humans so his father had bought two whole blocks of tall buildings and tossed them there. 

Markus aware of that, climbed skillfully the building that formed the alley the fight was happening. He had managed to go up to the top of the roof in seconds, his clothes blackened by the dirt, the same happening to his teeth. He whistled at Adam signaling him to get up there too and the well raised young man frowned. Turning his back on him intending to walk away. 

"You're already here! I will tell your father!" Markus shouted, creating a very loud echo with his hands around his mouth. Adam turned around, glaring at him, wanting desperately to punch him. He rushed at the wall in a hurry, ignoring the mold as he reached the top. The rood was slippery, the bricks a deep blue color, while he noticed that there were holes in a few places, letting in the rain and the cold. Before he focused on the fight his eyes scanned the place. He had never been there; his father strictly forbade it. So when he was over with school he would return instantly back home and when he was older, he wouldn't even have to leave the estate since his father decided that getting him a tutor was much more fitting of their status. He was preparing to study at Oxford University after all. 

Poverty, filth and dirt. That was the general idea. Half destroyed buildings and rushing carriages. Beggars on the streets and people dressed in rugs preparing to work at their factory. Adam's eyes saddened as he took in the sight. 

"My father took our people from the forest to bring them to this?" he asked, mostly himself. 

"Times change. There won't be much of the forest left anyways in a few years. It's evolve or die."

"So this is evolution?" He wondered but Markus had already lost his interest. He was staring down, at the dark alley, an amused smile on his face as he watched the fight. 

It wasn't really much of a fight. It was just a bunch of children, fifteen and sixteen year olds, beating a boy in the middle of a man made circle. He was on the dirty street, his eyes covering his head to protect himself, in a fetus position as he cried. 

"I am sorry. Please stop!" he begged. Adam looked away from a second. He wasn't used to such brutality. He didn't even like the sight of blood or its disgusting smell. His father had a fondness for raw meat. Every time he would eat it, his mother bringing it on the table his insides would turn. He had to take it in though and eat it. 

"He will probably die." Markus speculated knowing how aggressive wolf teens could be and Adam out of curiosity looked at him again. 

It was fate. That moment was the start of everything. The instant their eyes met was what changed everything around him. 

He couldn't be older than sixteen or seventeen years old. Dressed in old clothing, dirt on his soft skin. His eyes though were perfectly clear. A hazel color, a perfect mix of brown, green and yellow. His eyes were like nature itself, a home the wolf had never been to but was getting the chance to admire for the first time. His hair was dark and long, almost reaching his waist, loose, getting dump on the mud and his face, his full lips and straight elegant nose were cut, everywhere there were cuts, blood oozing from them. 

When their eyes met, when that lowly wolf saw Adam for the first time his eyes widened. 

"Please help me!" he screamed, his voice filled with despair. 

Adam heard Markus laugh. Obviously he wasn't intending to help him. Why should he? He was weak. Adam was aware of all that so why?

Why did he jump into that alley that day?

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