“You’re my second–chance mate. Dillion recognized you, so I know who you are. Why did you run away? Did you not realize what I am to you?” Terryfiying my mate was the least thing I wanted, but I had to raise my voice to attract her attention and stop her. Keeping up with her was a little bit hard. She’s such a good runner.
When I finally caught up to her, the scent of lilac overwhelmed me. I had caught a wisp of it the second I entered the ballroom. I tried to trace it, but unfortunately, I lost it soon since it wasn’t strong enough.
Then my Gemma and one of my best friends Gerald sniffed the air. When I looked at him the look on his face said it all. He had found his mate, and I wanted to be happy for them. I wanted my best friends to be happy. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that he is the one to find his fated mate at an event hosted for me to find mine. He walked over to her not really saying much to us. If I were to find my mate I was not so sure I would be able to calmly explain to the others what was happening. Now that it was happening to Gerald I had to look away if only for a moment. Only for one second, I need that second to compose myself. To plaster another fake smile on my face. In a minute or so I would walk up to the girl and greet her. I would tell her she was most welcome in our pack. I would pretend like it was lovely meeting her even if my mind, heart, and soul were all just focused on my last desperate attempt to find HER.
“Poor Gerald, by the look of what I suspect is her father poor Gerald is messing shit up already.” Dillion chuckled earning him a chuckle from his mate. In turn, forcing me to look up and see what they were talking about. And when I did, it was here. The moment I’d dreamed of since I was fourteen. Lilac flooded all my senses. I heared a giggle and it sounded like summer raining.
“Dillion, her friend, the short one. She is my mate.” I whispered more to myself than to Dillion even if I just addressed him.
Was
Finally having my dreams come true felt unreal. Moon Goddes, she worth the wait though. Even if she wasn’t my mate she stood out amongst the sea of almost desperate she–wolves. She was wearing a gold dress, not as cheap–looking or revealing as most of the others are wearing. It was alluring hugging all her curves, her fit body. She was on the short side which I never knew was so beautiful. I am a good eleven or twelve inches longer than she is. She will fit right into my arms, and I am already imagining falling asleep with her small frame all snuggled up to me.
“I’ll be damned that’s firecracker.” Dillion muttered, successfully drawing my attention away from my stunning mate.
“Do you know her?” I asked him, forcing myself to look at him for a second.
“Yes. She is the she–wolf attacked by five other wolves. Some of them were over there.” He said, pointing to a group of she–wolves that oozed desperation from their very pores.
It was all I needed to know to look back at her. At the exact same moment, she looked at me. Eye contact like I had always dreamed of, but what I never dreamed about was my mate taking off running. It was almost as if she was scared of me. I didn’t know what had happened to her before. Quite frankly, I did not care either. I didn’t care about the guests, my parents, or the gossiping that happens. All that mattered to me now was stopping her, begging her to talk to me and to explain why she was running away from me.
My guards were closing in on her, and even some bystanders were about to intervene and stop her from running away. Panic took hold of me, ast much as I wanted to get to here. Imaging other wolves touching her was pissing me off. Imaging her getting ever more upset because she was. caught like a common criminal made me feel even more unsettled. It’s that same fear–that panic–that made me use my Alpha voice without even thinking about it. Ordering everyone in the room to let her go, to not stop her or touch her in any way. Perfect! This meant my parents. knew it all now. I never used my Alpha’s voice before. As far as I was concerned, an Alpha should only use that as a last resort.
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