Chapter 7

A whole week had passed since he had last smelt his mate and Marcellus was sure that he had suffered nothing short of a dizzy spell or vertigo; his mind playing tricks on him. As the week had passed, he had allowed himself to believe that he was over it, that his mind had only played tricks on his mind and the sweet scent was nothing short of a mere figment of his imagination. But now all of that was over.

Mate! His wolf howled loudly, scenting her out immediately.

Opposite to the reaction of his wolf, Marcellus pursed his lips and frowned deeply, ignoring the pull of the sweet scent and instead, trudging through the pack house and to his bedroom, closing the door behind him, as if that would be enough to stop her from tempting him. If she was in even real in the first place.

She is fucking real and she’s fucking here right now!

We’re just imaging things again. Marcellus denied and headed into the shower, wanting to wash the fresh blood off him from his kill. She’s not real and she’s definitely not here right now. We’ve been through this all before. Our mind is just playing cruel tricks on us again.

How can you know that? How can you be so sure?

Marcellus frowned as he headed into the shower, allowing the water to cascade over his body, bracing his hands on the tiled wall.

She’s here right now, and you’re just going to ignore her? Pretend she doesn’t exist?

I’m not pretending. She really doesn’t exist.

His wolf growled loudly and Marcellus groaned in pain as fur sprouted his body underneath the water and he did all he could to stay in control.

The rest of the shower continued like that, fighting back and forth for control for his wolf who was absolutely enraged with the notion that he refused to follow that scent, having been fooled by it one too many times before.

By the time he had finished with his shower, Marcellus pretty much had to crawl out of the shower cubicle. With the way that he was still fighting with his wolf, neither of them able to see eye to eye, he wasn’t even able to turn off the water.

When Marcellus felt himself to be on the verge of shifting on his bedroom floor, unable to control his wolf from completely taking over, he groaned and bowed his head. As he dug his sharp claws into the wooden floors, a deep, guttural groan passing his lips.

He barely had time to pull on some jogging bottoms – sans boxers and water still dripping down his bare upper body – before heading out of his bedroom floor and allowing the sweet honeysuckle scent to guide him to where his imaginary mate teased him.

When we don’t find her, we’re just going to be disappointed all over again. Marcellus warned the beast as he climbed up the first flight of stairs, allowing the scent to guide him.

I don’t care. I’ll follow our mate’s scent off the edge of a cliff I need to. At least that way, I’ll always know that I did everything that I could to find her.

Marcellus pursed his lips and continued climbing up, moving onto the second flight of stairs to head up to the third floor where the scent was the strongest.

When he came to a stop in front of a familiar door, one which he had been stood behind a week ago, his lips pulled down into a deep scowl, sincerely believing that he was stuck in a never-ending cycle.

Was this how he was going to go? Keeping smelling her everywhere but never be able to see her? Would he lose his mind first and then lose his wolf? Or would it be the other way around? Would his pack then follow?

How long until he lost everything?

Stop overthinking and open the damn door! His wolf demanded with in a deep growl, forcing him to reach out and wrap his fingers around the door handle.

With a deep inhale, he held his breath and pushed open the door, tentatively sticking his head through.

While Marcellus had expected to find the room empty as he couldn’t scent either Justas or Raphael to be in there, he was shocked to find a woman on the bed, fast asleep under the sheets.

A truly angelic sight.

Her shiny auburn locks covered the entirety of the pillow as she slept on her side with her back to him, soft snores sounding from her every few moments.

I told you the Moon Goddess wouldn’t leave us without a mate. His wolf howled with glee, his hungry eyes feasting on the woman that had perfectly been crafted for him and vice versa.

Marcellus could only gulp in response as he stepped into the room, unable to believe that she was real.

You better believe it, Mars. His wolf howled again, pacing excitedly in his head. Can we wake her up now or do we have to wait?

We’ve waited out whole lives for our mate, we can wait another hour.

You’ve got a point there. This time, the beast’s voice was quiet and his words a mere murmur as he lay down on the ground and rested his head on top of his folded paws, studying his newfound mate with a mix of interest and awe in his eyes but the emotion that trumped all, was love.

He longed to see her eyes, imagining what he could only assume to be the beautiful set of eyes that he would spend forever gazing into, but that would just have to wait until she woke up.

Perfection, was the only thing running through his mind as his feet moved on their own accord to move to the other side of the room so he could get a look at his sleeping mate.

With a slender button nose, high cheekbones and soft chin to decorate her heart-shaped face, she also possessed a pair of plump, juicy lips to match the shade of her hair. Both Marcellus and his wolf concurred that they had never seen such a beautiful sight before, and couldn’t wait to spend the rest of their lives admiring and worshipping. However, his most favourite feature were her eyebrows.

Even in her sleep, her dark, feathery brows were arched, almost as if mocking him; challenging him. While the Alpha in him growled at the notion that his own mate would challenge him, he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with his little spitfire. Even if she hadn’t done a single thing to suggest anything about her character.

For all he knew, she could be the exact opposite of what he imagined her to be like but either way, he already loved her and there was not a single doubt in his mind or heart about that.

He had realised that she was human the moment he stepped into the room, but he didn’t care. Everything happened for a reason and he was absolutely rejoiced at finally getting a mate. The fact that she was human mattered nothing and instead, just made him all the more protective over her.

Almost as if she could feel his lingering gaze on her, the female sighed and shifted on the bed, the sheets slipping lower as she moved to lay on her back, reaching a hand up to rest on her stomach.

What the fuck is that? His wolf growled quietly, the sound a mere hum as he raised his head and squinted, almost as if unable to believe his eyes.