8. His Soulmate

Alex's P.O.V.

I was concerned about Ash. He had been distressed when I last saw him, and he hadn't even come into our fourth block class. So here I sat, alone once again, in my alley. I felt slightly better knowing that he was out there somewhere and I had someone to talk to, but it was unable to fix the lonely hole in my chest. He was in all of my thoughts. What did he mean, his parents were killed on his birthday?

Then, I began to put two and two together. We attacked a vampire coven on October 10th 12 years ago, and I had other suspicions that he was a vampire. All of my theories were connected by just this one statement.

I knew for absolute certain that he was a vampire. He hadn't smiled once, even when Bradley cracked a joke. He also seemed to know exactly what I meant when I said he was my mate. Even if he hadn't verbalized it, his expression had said that he knew loud and clear. Another way I could tell was that one night in the forest. He had told me that it wasn't safe with a grim look on his face, so I think he, like other emotionally unstable vampires, experiences uncontrollable thirst. I hoped I could help him with that by being his emotional support in the future, once he accepted me.

I was also pretty certain he was the coven leader's son. I could figure that out by thinking about his behavior. He seemed to enjoy being able to take control over situations, his birthday all those years ago had been a whole coven event, and also the way that he believes he has dominance over the humans that attend the school. He seemed to have established himself as the school's bad boy. No one wanted to mess with him. No one dared to try.

I watched my father kill my mate's dad, how bad is that going to come across when I tell him? It's my fault that he's alone now, I killed that girl. I even hurt him, something I was certain that I would never forgive myself for. I was surprised he was still alive and hadn't descended slowly into madness, as I knew I would if I was placed into his shoes.

I knew if my father could see into my mind and see the pity that I felt for the creature I was supposed to hate, he would dislike me even more than he did now. I mean, if Winny's reaction was that extreme, I'd bet that his would be deadly for both of us.

However even if my father would never appreciate him, he was mine and I loved him so much. Nothing could change it, no matter what happened to me for loving him. We could run away together, start a family, live just like humans in a world that we make.

I only realized that I had been awake all night when the sun arose from over the horizon. I drew myself out of the dank hole and began my walk to school. Once I got in, a calendar that sat just outside of the principal's office read October 10th. 'It's Ash's birthday, I wonder how old he is.'

I took my usual chair in the slightly cold classroom, praying silently in my mind for Ash to come today. I was ecstatic to see him enter the room silently, but my mood plummeted when I saw the slight puffiness around his eyes. I had to wonder what he was crying about.

"Hey," I muttered.

He looked towards me, but he ignored me anyway. It kind of hurt, being ignored by the person who was supposed to love me forever.

"Hey, um... I figured out how to use a calendar. It's October 10th today," I mentioned, hoping to get a response and failing miserably.

The only thing that let me know he heard me was the way that he flinched by knowing the date. I felt quite a bit of pity for him, that just the date could make him feel so sad. It was my fault, all mine.

He looked to the clock and breathed, "Ten minutes."

I wondered what was in ten minutes, but didn't question him. Nine minutes later, I raised my hand and asked to use the restroom. The teacher responded that I could, so I walked out into the hallway and wandered around trying to figure out where it was. A few moments after that, I felt the bond nearly explode in my chest. It spread throughout my body, all the way to my toe tips.

It soon reduced to a dull ache that allowed me to focus on finding the bathroom. Eventually, I found it and entered, shocked to see Ashton standing at the sink splashing his face in the cool water. His eyes snapped up to me, his facial expression changing.

As soon as we made eye contact, his eyes shimmered brighter than ever before, yet they looked almost animalistic. His jaw was tightened, creating an even sharper jawline than he had had a few seconds ago. He ran his tongue over his lips, sending pleasant shivers down my spine. Within a few seconds he had me pinned against the wall, his face right next to mine. Then I figured out exactly why he was like this. I remembered one of the things I learned from my father was that vampires got their mates right on their twentieth birthday.

He leaned into me the rest of the way and pressed his firm, warm lips on to mine. The kiss was just the right amount of passion and roughness for me. He ended up kissing down my neck, leaving me a moaning mess. He pressed his chest onto mine and slightly bit my bottom lip, asking for entrance that I gladly granted.

Most people would expect me to be the dominant partner, since I was the Alpha's son, but I enjoyed relenting control every once in a while. Oh boy, if my dad could see me now.

I moved my hand up to his hair and tangled my fingers into it, enjoying the perfect softness that I had never felt anywhere before. He moaned from the action, sending seductive shivers down my spine from the sweetness of the noise.

Eventually we broke apart for air, and he opened his eyes to meet mine. The bright blue orbs were glazed over with lust and joy.

Finally, the bell rang, so he grabbed my hand and dragged me along behind him to gym class, not caring who sees us being openly gay. I know that I probably shouldn't be taking advantage of him having just received me as his soulmate, but my wolf wouldn't let me stop. He loved the boy too much.