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Chapter 4

Someone's POV

The scene unfolding before my eyes seemed surreal. I blinked twice to ensure it wasn't a dream. My body shivered uncontrollably, every hair standing on end. A warmth surged from the depths of my soul, akin to a fire feeding directly on my core. Slowly, I turned to behold the most stunning creature I had ever encountered.

And believe me, I've encountered many.

I savored the moment, knowing that I was witnessing the person designed solely for me.

He was immense, colossal. In comparison, Ken Diego was nothing, lacking both the beauty and the ferocity that radiated from this being.

His shoulders dwarfed mine, and my imagination painted scenarios where I might clutch them in certain situations—situations I yearned to experience at that very moment.

Aroused and yearning didn't even begin to describe the maelstrom of emotions coursing through me. It was clear that the magnificent creature felt it too, judging by his sudden sniffing and the shifting color of his eyes. Without breaking our intense gaze, he strode toward us.

My dear Goddess, his scent was intoxicating! So tempting that it almost made me drool.

Upon reaching our location, he roughly removed the hands of the girls still clinging to my arms.

"Return to the pack house. Later, we'll discuss your punishment for touching and harming my mate," he snapped, his voice resonating with power and wildness.

I could only gaze at him in awe and pride.

'Mate is defending us!' My wolf rejoiced, her joy and excitement palpable.

The she-wolves paled and bowed before fleeing, as if a demon was hot on their heels. I might have felt sympathy if the scratches on my arms weren't so deep. However, my attention was fully consumed by the captivating sight of my mate.

He was slightly shorter than me but undeniably more imposing—like a sexy bulldozer.

When his focus returned to me, an array of emotions danced across his face. I couldn't resist the urge to touch him; I had to.

In an almost reckless display, I threw myself onto him and began kissing him with unbridled passion. His response was immediate, his approving growl making me quiver like never before.

Sparks erupted everywhere our bodies touched, like miniature emotional explosions. His rugged scent filled my senses, and my wolf incessantly urged me to mark our mate—to claim what was designed for us.

I didn't wait for a second invitation. My lips traveled to his thick neck, showering it with open-mouthed kisses. I made certain not an inch of that tantalizing skin went untouched.

When I heard a choked moan, I knew I was on the right track. My fangs elongated and sank into my mate's neck, the taste of his blood flooding my mouth.

In the blink of an eye, an electric connection surged through my soul.

My beloved, whom I could proudly call mine, let out a fierce and incredibly seductive roar. Without needing permission that I would have readily granted, he revealed a set of fangs that would put a shark to shame. He then reciprocated, marking my neck opposite of where I had marked him.

Pain and euphoria battled for control of my body as my wolf howled in primal animal satisfaction.

I had never felt more complete in all my life.

As I closed my eyes, surrendering to the electric fervor, two thoughts lingered in my foggy mind:

I would never be alone again, and I had found my mate!

Eva's POV

I could hardly believe what I had just witnessed.

Martin, my childhood friend and rock, had marked his very own mate, and that mate was very much real! To make things even more intriguing, he wasn't just an ordinary werewolf.

The immense aura of power radiating from him was unmistakable. My dear friend had just mated with none other than Beta Costa himself, also known as the Killing Machine.

Perhaps Martin was unperturbed by the rumors swirling around his mate, or worse, was oblivious to them. I'd overheard older pack members murmuring that he was a ruthless killer, with a ferocious red wolf and fiery red eyes. It was said that he showed no mercy to any living creature that crossed his path, whether it be a child, an elderly person, or even a pet. Once the Alpha issued a command, he executed it without hesitation or regard for morality. Despite all that, a mate was supposed to complete one's soul. So, perhaps it could work, or perhaps Martin might end up as his snack?

I thought it amusing that Martin had effectively made this Machine his own now, engaging in almost-public intimacy in the school corridor.

I silently chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief, while the blonde girl in front of me remained strangely speechless. When we eventually realized we were still standing quite close to each other, too close for comfort, we promptly separated. I ignored her, and she continued to stare daggers.

Oh, the intensity of her glare could rival a fatal spell.

When the newly bonded couple finally took a momentary break from their passionate display, the crowd dispersed, no doubt preferring to keep their distance from the ferocious Beta. Hushed whispers drifted through the air, as if nothing significant had just occurred.

However, I managed to catch snippets of conversation in passing.

"He'll probably rape him while he's sleeping and then kidnap him to his woods..."

"Such a shame they're both gay!"

"The Alpha won't approve of a Beta from rival territory."

I sighed, growing weary of all the idle chatter about my best friend and his mate.

"I wonder when the Alpha will finally find our Luna."

I felt a twinge of annoyance, without fully understanding the source. Nevertheless, I decided to focus on that particular conversation between a young boy and girl, likely first-years, who appeared quite young.

"Claire will kill her! She's always acted like a Luna, even if no one truly respects her as one," the boy named Al commented.

"Pff! Who would want that superficial wolf as a Luna? The Alpha treats her just like any other warrior," the girl responded, chuckling.

"I wonder if he'll ever give up his freedom when he finds the real Luna," I felt a subtle tension, although I couldn't pinpoint its cause. I also noticed my wolf whining, reacting to Sin's comments.

"I've never seen him with any girl... maybe he's had some to keep his wolf at bay while he waits for his mate?" Sim mused in a dreamy tone.

"All the pack women are in love with him, come on! Including you!" Al reminded her with a giggle.

"But it's true," Sim confessed in an equally hushed tone. "I've never really seen him with any girls either."

Then Al ventured to speak even more softly, as if he were sharing forbidden secrets.

"Did you know, he doesn't believe in soul mates? It's probably because of the legend and what happened with his father..."

At that moment, a sudden, overpowering hug took my breath away and would have certainly broken my back if I weren't an Alpha's daughter. This abrupt embrace had halted my eavesdropping and left me feeling a bit ashamed. I typically didn't pay much mind to people discussing the personal lives of others.

When Martin's embrace finally eased, I heard a thunderous growl that silenced my wolf. The entire school fell into silence, perhaps even the nearby towns and territories.

Martin and I turned gingerly, sharing expressions of astonishment laced with a hint of unease. And there he was—a ferocious wolf, gazing at me with an intensity that could tear my heart from my chest.

"Mine!"

Did you catch that? The first point of view was actually Martin's, not Eva's! He was the one who had discovered his mate!

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