Mates with the Alpha

Chapter 13

POV: Damien

I went to the house that Jakob and Jaron said the girl came from, but there was no one there. I'd argued with them to come with me, but the look in his eyes when he said no, was enough to make me not push it.

Ever since he has been to this house bad things had been happening to him, and Jaron. They both are in deep depression and they have lost at least 10 pounds, with their health in question they can't work. So that leaves me to do all of their work for them.

I walk to the front door and try the door handle. To my pleasure, it opens easily, I wasn't in a mood to kick it down. Although I am faintly curious why it is open in the first place. The smell inside was stale, as if no one had been home in weeks. But the only scent in here was of a young girl, the aroma tickled my nose as I took a large whiff.

I shook off the indecipherable feelings that where running through my head. Jaron and Jakob both said that there was a girl here, the one with the beautiful voice, and one male.

The thing that made me faintly curious was the fact that there was no smell other than the girl's. Even if the man had not returned to the house since that afternoon, I still should be able to smell him.

As I walk into the house I notice that it's very bland and boring. I walk into the kitchen, and move towards the fridge. I open it to find rotting sandwiches and smelly milk.

No ones been here, since the we found them. Seems a little suspicious. Wouldn't you say so?

Yes, whoever they are, they must've known we were watching them.

But how come we can't smell them? I ask my wolf, my already low patience starting to diminish with every passing second.

I have no idea. Only the elders are to know how to hide their smell... This takes me by surprise. The elders are the oldest werewolves in the werewolf society, they know everything from the beginning of our race to which cereal we eat in the morning. Some say that they have special abilities that allow them to be able to talk to the moon goddess. No one knows where they live, let alone their secrets.

I remember what Jaron said about the girl, she played the piano. I walk out of the kitchen and see the large instrument. It's sleek and black, but it's grand manner looks out of place in this plain house.

Just as I was about to turn back and head out of the house, my sharp eyes caught the red. Dark red. Blood red. I slowly turn around to see the wall and floor covered with dried blood. Too much blood. To much blood for that person to still be alive.

The man, the girl. The pieces of this puzzle are starting to fit together. The man must've killed the girl, and her scent must be overpowering his. At the thought of this my wolf howls in the back of my head sorrow.

What the hell? I ask.

She can't be gone. She strong. She'll make it through. She won't give up. She wouldn't leave us. He doesn't answer my question, he just continues to chant in my head, psychotically.

Before I could take some of the blood of the wall for testing I heard the quiet purr of a car about 1 block down the road. I walked slowly out of the house making sure everything was where it was before.

I take off my clothes and shift, grabbing the jeans in my mouth I run into the forest far enough away from the house that whoever it is won't see me, but close enough where I can't still hear and see what I need to.

A black truck pulls into the driveway, Jakob said when that truck came, the girl stopped. They couldn't see what happened after, because of the attack, I don't know if that makes them lucky or the girl unlucky.

To say I was shocked when I saw the people get out of the car, was the an understatement. The man I saw get out of the car, made me forget to breathe. The man made my wolf shrink back in fear.

That was the man that killed my parents. That was the man that took everything from my sister and I, and made me watch while she, thank god, was safe. That was Michael Winters. He is as cold as his name sounds.

He is mentally insane. After his mate died and he was left to raise a child, he searched high and low for the warriors that were sent to kill her. His pack kicked him out after this, of course, making him a rouge. I prayed that he would still be alive if-scratch that- when I found him.

My fear turned quickly to boiling anger as if thought of all the things he has done to screw up my life. He has made me the way I am, in a way I guess I could thank him. Thank him for showing just how much the world is fucked up.

I saw the skinny girl shakily climb out of the big car. The familiar scent hit me. This was the girl who's blood covered the wall and floor.

How is she still breathing?

The girl I saw was alive, but from the looks of it, barely. When she climbed the steps of the old porch slowly, Michael pushed her down. At this my wolf was so angry that I couldn't stop him from taking over.

I jump from behind the trees I was hiding in. Michael pulls back his foot to kick the already fragile girl, but before he can I run to him as a loud growl rips through my throat.

Upon hearing this, he stops immediately and turns to face me with a grin on his face that makes my stomach twist in disgust. He tries to look surprised but I know he knew this day would come.

Ah, Damien. Michael mind-linked me, it was unsettling how easily he recognized me. I've been waiting to see you again. You've grown so much since I last saw you. How's your sister? He sneers.

Come anywhere near her, or my pack and I will feed silver through your veins until it runs through your body like blood and watch you burn from the inside out. I threaten him seriously. I will not let him hurt anything else of what's mine.

He just laughs.

He fucking laughs.

I turned to see if the girl was alright. When I met her eyes, my heart stopped, and my wolf howled in anger, sadness, and pain.

The green eyes.

I would recognize those eyes anyway.

It's was her.

The girl in my dreams. The girl that haunted my nightmares every night. I take in her appearance, her face is pale and her long dark hair in knots and her clothes as good as rags. Even with the scars that line her body as far as I can see, she's beautiful.

Mate. My wolf growls possessively, I'm sure I must've done it out loud because I see her head snap towards my as Michael's jaw drops.

She's mine. Michael growls at me, but I don't care. I just stand there dumbfounded. The moon goddess let me have a mate. After all the terrible things I've done she still blessed me with the most beautiful girl in the world.

No, Michael, she's mine. And I will be back for her. If I see one more mark on her I will hold true to my promise. My wolf speaks for me in his a dark commanding alpha tone, that has so much authority and power to it, even I have never heard anything like it.

And for once, Michael's cool expression cracks just enough to show his slight fear, and something else I couldn't define but it was gone as fast as it came. His composed look passed over his face again as he simply nodded.

With one last look towards my mate and a threatening growl to Michael, I turned around and walked back into the forest even though my wolf was begging and pleading for me to turn around and take her with us. But I couldn't, not yet, I have no choice but to leave her until I could return with help.

If I know Michael Winters, and sadly I do, I know one thing:

He won't go down without a fight.

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Hello my lovely readers, I'm sorry it's been a while since I last updated i made this one pretty long to make up for it. I'm going to start setting goals for each chapter just to make it interesting :))

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