Luke's POV
I was awoken by a dip in my bed, slowly making its way toward me. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw Jasmine, the pack slut creeping toward me. Jasmine was known for sleeping with every male that would let her. She had been dying to take me but, I haven't let her. And I won't ever let her. One, she is as plastic as they get and two I will only ever sleep with my mate. Three, who knows what she carries, other than a huge amount of implants. Sitting up, I finally acknowledged her.
"Morning Sugar, care for some breakfast?" she asked, tracing her finger down her stomach.
I noticed she was wearing lingerie and took a calming breath. If she wasn't the betas daughter, I would have already kicked her out or even better, made her a rogue. Once I am Alpha, I would deal with her issues. I am not the only one who has denied her. She tries with all males, mated or not. It is revolting, especially since she hasn't found her mate yet. God, he must be a strong guy and I hope he will reject her.
"Why yes I would love some breakfast," I said, slowly sitting up, " but I don't eat plastic."
I got up from my bed, leaving behind a speechless Jasmine. Her mouth hung open like she was trying to catch flies. I could hear her growling as I made my way downstairs. God, not even been awake for 5 minutes and I already was beginning to have a headache. Making my way to the kitchen, I was overwhelmed by the scent of bacon and waffles. Turning the corner, I saw my mother cooking.
"Now this is an edible breakfast," I sighed, kissing her on the cheek," morning mom."
She chuckled," Let me guess, Jasmine."
"You know it. Why can't she just leave me alone?" I whined, grabbing some food and sitting down at the table.
Shrugging her shoulders, she continued cooking. Not 5 minutes later my father came into the kitchen, hugging her from behind.
"Wilde!" she exclaimed, surprised.
"Aviva! Great now we know each other's names," he said, chuckling.
Glaring at him, mom kissed him before shoving a plate in his hands. Dad happily grabbed food and sat down next to me. You could see the love in their eyes, as they looked at each other. It made my heart hurt, I haven't been able to find my mate yet. When you turn 18, you are able to detect your mate's scent. That scent allows you to know who you are fated to be with. No one else can smell it and you can't smell anyone else.
"I can't wait to find my mate..." I sighed, playing with my waffle.
"I know you will, son. Just be patient. Someday you will envy being single."
With a growl, mom threw a waffle at his face, which he caught with ease.
"See?" he replied, a huge smile on his face.
I chuckled, looking between my grinning father and glaring mother. I could not wait to find my mate, I hope they are living as well as I am. I will do everything I can, to find them, sooner than later.