Topping the Enemy (Werewolf Story)

Chapter 23: Unholy

Harry

I cannot lie, I am looking forward to this.

I wish I could be all blasé about it. I wish I could say I could care less about who comes into my pack or who doesn't. I really wish I could be detached like that.

But ever since my father told me my mate was coming here with all his unmated people to the 'meet and greet', my heart skipped a beat. In fact, it has been palpitating in anticipation of seeing Landon again.

Truth is I have been miserable ever since I came back home and I've been missing him like crazy. It's like my entire being doesn't care about the fact that I flat out rejected him.

It's hard out here for a single boy.

I wish I could say I drowned out the loneliness with some unsuspecting townie, but I don't have the heart to do anything with anybody else. Feels like cheating on my mate, even though it shouldn't.

I hope he is not cheating on me either, but even if he were to be, there is no cheating between rejected mates. Anyway, that's the least of my problems. I just want him in front of me so I can scent his sweet musk.

Once I had secured the unmated crowd of my pack, it was only a question of getting their unpaired to come here. Leave it to my mate to put together a 110 people trip just to get fifteen of them mated.

After what happened last time he was here, I cannot exactly blame him. Though if anyone comes for my mate ever again, I am going to chase after them myself. And I am not stopping until they are dead beneath my wolf.

I don't care who it is. Don't fuck with my mate!

I counted the days until the date arrived, a Saturday to better accommodate people's busy schedules. I took a nice shower, put on some classy clothes and basically floated around the pack house until the afternoon when they would arrive.

I welcomed all the people I had previously contacted into the pack house, directing them to our ballroom. The unmated folks were looking nervous as hell in anticipation of the meeting.

I guess I can relate, though I was mated when I least expected, I still had to go over to their pack otherwise I would never have been mated. I get chills at the recent memory, I was NOT in a good place then.

"Welcome, folks. Please make yourselves at home. We're expecting their caravan to arrive any time now." I declared to the people present inside the ballroom.

"Are you sure about this, Harry? What if I don't like my mate?" One of the unmated women asked me, anxiously.

"If you don't like your mate, then reject him. It's your prerogative. But I warn you, it's not as easy as they make it sound. It's fucking hard!" I replied, probably more honestly than she expected of me.

I cannot lie. It's impossibly hard to resist your mate. Trust me, I know.

She gasped in shock at my response and so did everyone else. I can see they were low key planning to make an escape from here, regret sinking in.

"Trust me, people. However you may have imagined your mate, it's much worse not to know them. Not knowing who they are. The doubt is crippling." I stated, reeling at the not so distant memory.

This is so true. Even if your mate is a troll, it's much better to know who they are than to spend the rest of your life guessing. That is the real torture and they know it well at this point.

My mom popped into the room to announce:

"They're here. I'm gonna welcome them first and bring them to the ballroom." She was giddy with excitement for this event, though not nearly as excited as me.