Chapter 5


    Chapter 5


    Johnathon’s POV


    My mother is standing in my doorway, and I roll my eyes and mutter something under my breath “geez


    can’t she leave me alone?” knowing she can inly hear me. Good, because right now she’s being her


    usual annoying, overprotective self.


    “Listen smart ass” she growls and I grin, trying to be my usual charming self, “I’m trying to make sure


    you are all ready to go tomorrow. Have you got your timetable?” she asks for the hundredth time.


    Iugh. She’s given me multiple copies as though afraid I’m going to get lost or something. “Yes


    mother”, I tease and she gives me a sheepish smile as she fidgets with her hands.


    “I know, I know” she says quietly, “I’m overprotective, but ever since your father….” It trails in the air


    and I stiffen, feeling nothing but resentment for the man who supposedly raised me. The man who


    without a second thought, abandoned his son and rejected his mate for another woman. I hate him.


    “Ever since father decided to leave and make a home with someone else” I reply bitterly and she sighs.


    It’s a point of contention between us, I hate the man and will most likely kill him on sight whereas my


    mother is more soft hearted and more likely to forgive the bastard.


    “Can you please just try and make this school work” she pleads and I frown. It’s true that this is the


    third such school I’ll be attending, but it’s not my fault that I refuse to take crap from no one. As an


    Alpha, it’s my right to demand respect even when mother doesn’t quite see it that way. She doesn’t


    truly know what high school is really like and how hard it is to avoid fighting with other shifters.


    “I’ll try” I grunt, making no promises, and she gives me a genuine smile.


    “Thanks” she murmurs,ing over and eyeing me critically. I frown. What is she doing now? Is she


    criticizing my clothes?


    I look down at myself satisfied with what I see. I’ve chosen my usual leather jacket and in shirt


    topped with ripped jeans and sneakers. Unfortunately, I still resemble that bastard father of mine with


    my ck shaggy hair and dark green eyes. I hate looking like him, avoiding the mirror at all costs. It


    hangs there broken now, after I put my fist through it one day in a full blown rage.


    “You might find your mate” my mother is saying excitedly, and I give a cynicalugh. A mate is thest


    thing on earth I want, especially after seeing what my mother went through with my father, who rejected


    her when I was five. To me, love doesn’t exist and it’s thest thing I want or need in my life. Love is


    just a fairytale. The school is a shifter school, so while it could be likely, I feel sorry for any girl that has


    the misfortune of being my mate. Because I won’t be epting her, no way. I have every intention of


    rejecting the girl and living my life the way I want to and it doesn’t involve being tied down or having a


    family. I don’t want any more burdens to deal with.


    My mother looks disappointed, she knows how I feel about mates, but it doesn’t stop her from hoping


    that one day I’ll change my mind. I know I won’t though. It would take a pretty special girl for me to ever


    consider it and from what I’ve seen from girls at every single high school I’ve visited, they are all


    shallow, vain creatures who wouldn’t even so much as help someone in need. Too self-centered and


    constantly worrying about their looks. If I did want a mate, I’d want a kind, caring girl who wasn’t so


    fussed with her looks and was genuinely down to earth. I almost snort at my fanciful thoughts. Not


    gonna happen, I remind myself.


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    “Sorry mother, but any mate of mine is going to be instantly rejected” I drew, watching as her eyes lost


    their sparkle. I hate hurting her in this way, but she refuses to give up on me. She bites her lip but


    hesitates to say anything more, heaving arge sigh as she turns towards the doorway. I feel a slight


    pang of guilt which I wash away. It’s not my fault she wants something from me that I’m not willing to


    give. Life is unfair, if anything, my father has taught me that.


    “You know” she said softly, stopping for a moment and looking over her shoulder, her big brown eyes


    full of what looked like sadness or maybe it was pity? Either way, I don’t like it one bit. “Having a mate


    is the best thing that can happen to any shifter. I wish you could see that” she whispers, “not every


    shifter is like your father or every rtionship doomed to fail. Your mate will love you Johnathon, keep


    that in mind, will you?” and she leaves as I stare at the back of her with a scowl on my face. She just


    doesn’t understand me at all. There is nothing on this god green earth that will ever change my mind


    when ites to having a mate, or rather theck of one. I decide to go and do some training, work


    some of my anger out of my system before school tomorrow. An Alpha needs to stay in shape after all.


    Besides, maybe it will help me calm down and be more focussed. School should be interesting


    tomorrow, I think to myself with a big smirk on my face, the school wouldn’t know what hit them when I


    got there tomorrow and took over. I’m the Alpha and no one would dare disobey mymands, not if


    they wanted to keep their heads attached to their bodies at any rate.