Academy Of Mates novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Benedict

Age Sixteen

(Sebastian is twenty one)

“Have you heard of this monster everyone is talking about?”

My eyes fluttered open, blinking away the sleep from my eyes. I sat up, repressing a yawn as I edged towards the door of my makeshift room. School was just about to start and crowds of students rushed towards their classrooms.

The perks of living in school meant I never had to rush, I could take my time and wake up a few minutes before the bell.

I stretch, my limbs hitting the four walls surrounding me. The small storage unit I call home used to fit me easily, but each year there was another inch of space lost to my growing body.

But I would gladly take that rather than live with… them.

Her.

And her new life.

“Yeah. He’s a killer. I heard he likes to burn bodies and rip people’s heads off. It’s super brutal. The pictures of his victims are everywhere.”

I’ve heard of this ‘monster’ too. He came out of nowhere with his name unknown, his origins a mystery and no one has lived long enough to give a description of him. All that is known is he’s a he.

Rumors ranged from a real actual monster, to a rogue trying to make a name for himself.

Whatever he is, the reports about him are gruesome.

And if I had the luxury of being afraid, I would be frightened like all the rest.

But how could I be afraid of that when the real danger was already with me?

“He has a particular taste for people from the city. So far, all his victims are from the city pack. He watches from the borders, always waiting.”

Everyone shuddered but leaned in to hear more. I leaned in as well, pressing my ear to the door, wanting to know more. It’s not as though I had friends to learn this from. The helpers hated me for being from the city and the city despised me for being a half blood.

So I had no one.

I was alone.

“I heard a man patrolling the borders encountered him. The monster came from the shadows and the patrol was found an hour later with a hole in his chest, his heart gone as if it had been punched out of him.”

There were a lot of these. Patrols missing from the borders and found again with either their bodies burned, head decapitated or missing a body part or two. The worst of this was that the body parts always turn up later. Sometimes in the mail or on top of someone’s bed or the most recent screamer; in our food.

I was there when a teacher opened his lunch box to find broken fingers in them.

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They were fingers of a patrol from the border but the school was at the heart of the city pack.

It scarred half the school and everyone was sent home.

No one could catch him. I doubt they know where to start. He’s a shadow, untraceable.

And he worked alone.

At least, that’s what people theorize.

How else could a group slip past the patrols?

Normally, people would feel better knowing there’s only one, but this was not the case for this man.

“The body parts never come back whole. There’s always a piece missing. What do you think he does with it?”

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Many think he’s from the city pack, one of our own that turned into a mass murderer, but it truly was just a mystery and it’s been happening for a while now.

The Alpha can’t seem to do anything about it.

“Eat it, of course. He’s a monster.”

Monster.

I know what monsters look like and unless he looks anything like my mother, then I doubt he is.

Waiting for all of the students to go inside their rooms, I pushed open the small door of the storage and slipped out into the hallway. I wouldn’t really go to school if I had a choice, but the Alpha required it, for no blood of his would ever be stupid. It already looked bad on him to have a half breed as a nephew, he didn’t need me to be illiterate too.

Suddenly, I’m shoved to the ground, a foot kicking me on the back.

“You know the city pack would be perfect if we didn’t have such filth crawling out of the sewers like this.” Andrew stared down at me with a smile so broad it must hurt him. He was always on the hunt for me, always ready to show everyone his dominance. Andrew is dressed to impress as always, looking like it took a dozen helpers to dress him. His clothes are made of the finest fabric, his perfume imported, his shoes foreign and his entire ensemble worth at least ten farm packs. Maybe more. Perks of being the son of the wealthiest family. In the city pack, wealth meant power and he was the most powerful. “I mean it just looks bad, doesn’t it? All of us here, pure and perfect, and then Benedict comes in with his dirty blood.”

His words would hurt more if he didn’t repeat them five times a day. I’ve now grown accustomed to his harsh words and even harsher treatment, like it was nothing.

I was ready to walk away, tired and just ready to let things go, when she appeared from the opposite side of the hallway.

For where Andrew was, she followed.

Much like her father, the smell of money turns her on.

“His life is sad enough.” Odette cuts in, ever present wherever Andrew was. She stuck to him like glue, desperate for his attention. Exactly like Andrew, my cousin is dressed as though she’s ready for a grand party, her chin always up and her eyes always sharp. “I mean who would live in an old supply closet? Does your mommy not want you home?”

Always the mother.

Odette and Andrew loved to hit where they knew it would hurt, where they knew it bled the most.

They were both surrounded by their little army of minions who cackled at everything they said. Their eyes all held that same cruelty, that same hatred.

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Sometimes I wonder; what did I ever do?

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What did I possibly do for them to be like this? Did I want to be born? Did I want any of this? They act as if I chose to be here.

I kept to myself. I avoided them as much as possible but they always sought me out like vultures ready to feast on me.

Andrew grabs me by the shirt, acting big and mighty. “You’re a mistake. Remember that, pretty boy.”

I merely stared at him, unmoved.

My silence angers him as he shakes me. “How does it feel to be a child of rape? How does it feel that your entire existence is disgusting? If I were you, I would already throw myself off a building- oh wait. You already did that. And more.”

I pressed my lips thin, covering the scars of failed attempts at taking my own life. I want to defend myself. That my mother was never rape d. She was a spoiled brat that wanted to have fun at the School of Love and took a particular liking to a farm boy.

But I stayed quiet. Defending myself wouldn’t do anything.

What did they expect from me? What else did they want? Haven’t I gone through enough? Shouldn’t I have a moment of peace? Just once? I take bullshit from everyone every single day.

The Alpha relentlessly pushes me to do better, to represent him well, and when I do this, Odette and Andrew jump to the attack every time, offended that I have to be in their presence and that I was better than them because Goddess help them if they’re stuck with a one. For I am still a one and everyone here kills ones. Andrew, in particular, has been forced to train with me, to spar with me, our skills pitted against each other. I was his personal punching bag, which unfortunately hit back.

Because I was told to.

Because the Alpha loved seeing two kids fight and bleed, trying to win his affection the most.

Only I didn’t even want it.

Not anymore.

I have already gone down that path, trying to be the perfect son for my mother, trying to show her that even if she didn’t want me, I could be the son she’s proud of. I have done everything they’ve ever asked of me. The Alpha enjoyed himself as he toyed with a little boy desperate for affection.

All I ever got in return was even more hate.

From everyone.

I was too good? I cheated.

I was bad? I’m a disgrace.

But today, I was just over it. I was done with it all. “Your mouth is full of shit. Leave me alone.”

That does it.

His eyes darken, enraged and before I know if, he tackles me to the ground, hitting me with all he’s got.

I hate to be like them. I hate to act high and mighty because rank is meaningless to me, especially when it isn’t earned, but I do it anyway because I know it’s a sore subject. Because if there’s one thing Konstaint hates, it is the reminder that even if I am only half of him, I am still better. “Angry that you can’t hurt me? Angry that your punches are weak? You’ve always been s hit, low blood. All you have is money, but not skills. You’l never be better than me. You remember that.”

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He wanted to remind me that I was a mistake? Then I’ll gladly remind him that this mistake is better than he ever will be.

Grinning, I easily tossed him to the side, his body thrown against the wall. He gasps, growling and seething as he tries to get himself up, but I’m on him, my own anger taking over me as I start kicking and clawing and punching.

There was just so much hatred.

So much pent up anger in me.

And when I looked up to see my reflection on the marble tile floor, seeing the blood on my face and the crazed expression, it scared me.

For I have become what the Alpha has always wanted.

To be like him.

I step back, panic rising in my veins. Andrew was groaning, clutching himself and all the people he called friends could only stare in horror as I walked past, pushing my way through. I’ve always known what I’m capable of, but I hate using it, especially when I know it pleases the Alpha.

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