Mate

Cole's plan was simple, they will dance for a while, with him distracting her stalker, or stalkers, while he arranges for them to leave.

He had his set of cars ready for the fight this evening. If he has to confuse the man, he better starts with a car game with him.

As the mafia's Don, he has rallied quite a several black SUV cars, all identical, they are going to play around town until the lady's stalker gets confused and can't keep track of her.

"Dance with me, make them wonder what is going on between us," he orders warmly.

"I am weak," Emily confesses.

"I know miss..." he keeps quiet when he discovers he doesn't even know her name yet.

"Emily," Emily fills in the space.

She noticed he had addressed her as 'miss' she was single, so, needless pointing that out.

"My name is Cole," he says.

She was attracted to his blue eyes, his hair a wave of sandy blonde straight hair, she wished she could feel it. Well, now was neither the place nor time.

She had lost a lot of blood, she started sweating, and Cole had five minutes before his people confirmed that the cars are parked out is the club's main entrance.

Two minutes by and Emily starts slipping out of his grasp, her body turning even paler.

When he moved his hand from her waist up to her midsection where her heavy jacket clothed her, he noticed how drenched that section of her body was.

When he lifted his fingers, holding them to the lights, he cursed beneath his breath, realization dawning on him.

"You are bleeding so badly," he says, confirming his fears.

Emily's eyes warmed to him, as a readymade pool of tears hit the back of her eyes. He wasn't having it well, he truly wasn't even getting a little comfortable with seeing tears, talking of a lady who appears to be a total stranger to him.

"I am? oh! that is a pity," she shakes out grasping his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

Cole was going to say something, it was supposed to be a question about how she ended up wounded, but he doesn't get the chance to do so because Emily collapses in his arm.

"For fuck's sake," he grits out angrily, as he drags the lady out of the club's rare door, hoping that he doesn't get stopped.

His beta Gray opens the door for him, and he slides in the back seat with Emily in his arm.

"The mafia hospital, now!" he shoots out between gritted teeth.

"Yes, Alpha," he says faintly, closing the door behind him.

Before he leaves, Cole speaks to him, putting the shield glass down, to grab his attention.

"There is an intruder at the club tonight, I can swear that he has done this to this lady. Track him with the men, I want him arrested before he hurts other people tonight," he explains to Gray.

The Beta's eyes grew warm, he seems to understand what his Alpha demanded from him, thus, he nods his head in genuine comprehension.

"I will get to it, Cole, now, be a hero and safe the lady's life, will you?" he jokes, cutting it before Cole gets mad.

He starts backing off as he goes inside the club, ready to get off the missing pieces of information, he can.

Gray has been the best friend Cole has had, he knows when to push his boundaries, and when not to. Right now, his eyes were speaking of the lady the alpha was holding in his hands, why the scent of blood filled the entire car was another question that filled the air, but he knew better than shutting up.

They had known one another for twenty-four years, and now, they are twenty-seven. it is quite a long time to know what a person wants or when to push matters.

The car ride to the hospital was one between life and death. Cole kept his eyes on the lady perched in his arms. He held her tight to his chest, not minding that her blood was staining his clothes.

What intrigued him was why he was so close to her, why he wanted to help her out. It boiled down to one thing, a word that he had dreaded since he turned eighteen.

MATE!!

Alpha Cole was shocked by the fact that the night he meets his mate, is the night he is going to lose her. Rage fills his body, he wished he had gotten to know who her perpetrator was.

"Emily, don't give up on me, you hear? you are my mate and I promise to take care of you. Believe me, I will find whoever that man was, and I swear on my alpha bloodline that I will fight for you, but then, you need to stay strong and alive," he says shaking with anger.

He had never burned with so much rage in his entire life, he wish he has an iota of self-preservation in his body, but that seems wrong right now, she doesn't even know how to talk without wanting to stop this car and returning to the club where he will track down the intruder.