Chapter 2 (His Runaway Mate)

His name is Kellan - the Supreme King of the Capital Pack.

He was there alone, no guards, no attention. Just seeking some quietness and peaceful time from the woods.

He had been upset about his personal assistant leaving, and that was major reason he needed some cool-off. Davis was the best man for the job, or perhaps, it was him who had gotten too used to him. He's been his assistant for years, but unfortunately, he's quitting because he wants to explore the world - in his words.

Alpha Kellan has tried all he could to make him stay, but the young man is adamant. So, he needs to let him go. But Kellan is not pleased with it. He'll be needing a new assistant and he wasn't so sure he'd be able to find someone as strong and perfect for the job as Davis was.

He spent a long time in the woods and was enjoying how calm it was, not until he saw her coming.

From the top of the three where he sat, she looked so small and ran fretfully like she was in danger. Setting eyes on her, warmth surged through his body. His wolf came awake with an uncanny excitement, like it had just seen a missing part of himself.

Kellan watched quietly and noticed when a young man caught up with her and shoved her to the ground. That instant, he felt so much rage, his wolf jerked inside of him.

'Someone was trying to hurt her. Someone was trying to hurt her.' that was all he could think of, and the thought sent him reeling.

His wolf became even more furious than he was. And instantly, it took over him - shifted and jumped off the tree.

The fool didn't see him coming. So, he attacked him from behind and made sure to leave a scratch on his face. Then, he let him go when he was satisfied with the level of fear he'd instilled in him.

Alone with the lady, he turned to her and noticed how weak she was. She was so beautiful, although she looked different. He's never seen a lady with hair and eyes like hers. This was very strange, what kind of blood does she have? Was she a mere wolf?

His wolf let out a loud howl into the night. It's never been so excited. For years, they've been searching for that missing part of them - for that one mate. And finally, they've found her.

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NEXT MORNING

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It was early hours of morning.

The weight of slumber slowly left Scarlett, causing her eyes to flutter open. Her head was still a mess, a leaden burden stubbornly clung to her senses.

Where was she? The ceiling was seeming unfamiliar.

She moved her hand and recoiled with a startled flinch when she noticed she was on a bed and was nàked. She cocked her head and found a strange figure lying next to her, his back against her.

She clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle her gasp.

"What the hell?" She muttered.

How was she nàked and in the bed of a stranger? How did she end up here?!

She closed her eyes and tried to recollect all that happened the previous night. She remembered being chased by Rolf, then a strange wolf saving her. Hold on; was he the wolf?

She looked at him. Since he was backing her, she couldn't see his face. And the light in the room was dim as well.

Images of how she had thrown herself at him came flooding her mind. She had been so hórny, and the moment they got to the room, she'd regained light consciousness and started kissing him.

Her body wanted him; she craved him. So, she made the first move. How stupid and shameful of her.

"I don't think there's a reason to feel regret. He's our mate. He's the one! Go closer!" Her wolf rambled within her.

It startled Scarlett. Was that correct? Was he really her mate?

Anxiously, she went closer and gasped when she confirmed it. He smelt attractive. He was indeed, her mate.

"Mates are dangerous." She told her wolf, wagging her head with pain in her eyes.

She remembered the five potential mates that had broken her heart. From Winslow, to Ronan, to Finn... She didn't want to think of them.

"This is a mistake." She said to herself.

Getting intimate with him was a mistake. She blamed it on whatever Rolf had done to her drink.

She was never going to trust another man again; she wasn't ready to have her heart broken for the sixth time. Probably, he'd become scared of her and avoid her like the others. She didn't want that to happen again.

A tear slipped her eye at the thought of it. It was very painful, tho - living a lonely life without a mate. Growing up, she thought she'd have found her mate at the age of eighteen. But she was twenty-six already with no hope of ever having a mate.

Flicking off her tear, she left the bed and hurriedly put on her clothes. She spared one final glance at him. Wouldn't it have been nice to see his face, at least? To see the face of the man that'd made love to her.

Unfortunately, she couldn't as he was facing the wall. She didn't want a situation where he'd come awake and try to stop her from leaving.

So, she left in a hurry; left without seeing his face.

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Alpha Kellan woke up about an hour later and was muddled when he didn't find the strange lady on the bed.

He checked the bathroom, thinking she was washing off or something, but the bathroom was empty.

He checked the balcony and looked frantically around for her. No! She couldn't have gotten away! No way.

He hurried to the telecom and dialed the number of the receptionist.

"Good morning, My King..."

"Where's she?" He interrupted the woman. "The lady I came in with. Have you seen her?"

"Uh... she left about an hour ago, My King. "We tried to stop her, but she was too fast and zoomed off."

The words sliced through Kellan's emotions. He grunted and slammed the telecom hard on the table.

Why the hell did she leave?! Didn't she know what she was to him? She was his mate! His fúcking mate!

He snaked his fingers into his hair as he paced round the room. His head was burning up. The realization of losing her unsettled his wolf and made him growl even more.

He needed her. She was the most unique person he's ever set his eyes on. Her beauty was too perfect, her strange hair color and eyes made her even more beautiful.

Remembering how she had kissed him the previous night and how good she was in bed drove him nuts; especially when she had coiled herself to him after the intercourse.

For the first time, his heart beat for a woman. For the first time, he had the urge to protect her. To own her. He slept deeply 'cause he was extremely happy - happy that he'd finally found his mate. But now she was gone - gone without a word.

He paused when he noticed something on the floor, next to the bed. Crouching over, he picked it up and discovered it was a necklace, with the pendant bearing the name 'Scar'.

It was her necklace. He remembered seeing it on her. Obviously, it had fallen off without her notice.

He ambled to the balcony, staring dearly at the necklace. At that moment, it seemed too precious to him. That was the only thing he had left of her.