Chapter 5 Mate!

Episode 5

ARANYA'S POV:

One minute I was sipping on my glass of wine and the next I was paralyzed by fear, unknown fear.

I didn't know where it came from but I could feel it at the back of my head, digging a hole on my back.

I dropped my wine on the table and glanced around until my eyes came in contact with his, he was walking towards me in well-calculated steps and it was filled with purposes.

"Mine!" He growled and grabbed me by my wrist then pulled me towards him.

I was speechless and didn't know what to do.

what I dreaded the most happened one of them found me and soon they would all find me.

A werewolf.

The aura around him was stronger than that of any creatures I've ever encountered.

"What.....what?" I whispered.

He tightened his hand around my waist and nuzzled his nose on the hollow of my neck.

"Mate."

Just one word and my world shattered.

Just one word.

I couldn't be his mate.

I just couldn't.

I glanced around the hall, while some people were watching us with surprise written all over their faces, including Bethel and Khalid, some were dancing the night away.

"Help me," I begged her with my eyes but she didn't act like she understood what I was trying to say.

She looked dumbfounded.

The man started dragging me out of the hall and I let him.

I fucking let him.

When we got outside, he placed his hand on my cheek and I slapped his hand off me.

I suddenly remembered who and what I am.

I remembered that there was no way I would have a werewolf as my mate.

No way.

He would kill me when he founds out who I was.

He would.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, even though his eyes were hard and emotionless, the words that came out of his mouth sounds caring.

"Who are you?" I asked carefully. He raised his eyebrows at me and stepped closer to me so that I had to tilt my head back to see his eyes.

They were so beautiful, a pair of golden eyes stared back at me.

His jet black hair was tousled back. He looked beautiful in every aspect of him. His face was hard but beautiful. He had a pointed nose, his jaw was so sharp that it could cut someone, dark stumbles covered his jaw and his eyes darkened as he watch me.

A creature that I had never met before but the danger he exudes doesn't go unnoticed.

He was dangerous.

"Your mate, Alpha King Alfredo Garcia."

No.

This can't be happening.

This just can't be happening.

I can't have an Alpha King as my mate.

The ruthless Alpha King that I know? The one that has been going after me since I was young?

This same man that wants me dead is my mate?

What sort of cursed fate is this?

Why me?

Why can't I be happy?

The good part was that he didn't recognize me.

He was looking at me as if I was a piece of art that he couldn't let go of.

He was staring at me with a lot of admiration.

There was only one way for me to get out of such a situation unhurt.

Pretend to be a human.

"I don't understand." I said and squint my eyes, "You are a werewolf."

Centuries ago, werewolves and humans decided to coexist, something that wasn't happening before.

This day you couldn't tell apart a werewolf from a human unless through their scent.

"My Woman, My Mate, Mine!" He growled and slammed his lips on mine.

My life of lies and deceit has just started.

*****

ALFREDO GARCIA

She was the most perfect little thing that I ever hold in my hand after a long time.

After giving up on finding her, I finally had her in my house, on my bed.

She fainted on me after I kissed her earlier and I had to bring her home, her home from henceforth.

She was beautiful.

Her dark brown curly hair was full and beautiful. She was the epitome of beauty.

My perfect woman.

After removing her shoes, I covered her with the duvet and walked out of my room.

When I got to the living room, my Beta Angelo was sitting down at the bar with a bottle of wine in front of him.

"She is asleep?" He asked and I hummed. I picked out a glass cup from the bar and pour myself some wine.

He watched me quietly, his finger running around the rim of his glass of wine.

When Angelo acts like that it means that he had something bothering him and either he doesn't know how to say it or he was scared that I might be offended.

Angelo is one of my most trusted subordinates, he was always efficient and smart. Just like me, he became my Beta when I took the lead. He has always been my best friend and decades later he still treats me like an Alpha instead of a best friend.

I don't blame him.

I would be careful with myself too.

"Just say whatever it is you want to say," I said and sat down on the stool.

He dropped his glass of wine on the countertop and sighed. "Don't you think it's weird how you have been looking for your mate all this while and she turned out to be a human? A weak human at that."

I would not tolerate anyone calling my Mate weak but I'll let it pass.

"She is my Mate."

"Exactly, Alfredo. Do you know what it means for a feared Alpha King like you to have a human as a mate? She would be a source of weakness instead of strength. I truly don't like this."

I could care less about what anyone else thinks or says.

She is mine.

My woman.

And she would be treated and respected as such.