Elliot's Mate

Chapter 1:

Rose's POV

I'm slick behind the counter. One of the best bartenders in the club especially since I have a slim figure. I don't mean to brag but my stomach is flat and my crop top is showing off my belly button piercing.

I'm not proud of how I dress sometimes. I could make the same amount of money from how toxic the drinks that I create are.

Honestly it might have something to do with my past. I've trained to become the deadliest assassin and I stopped giving a shit a long time ago.

"Mate" I heard a growl from across the bar and I made the mistake of breathing in his thick scent of pine and honey.

My initial reaction was "fuck". I hadn't expected to have a mate after all these years. He approached the bar and that's when I knew I was screwed.

He dragged me out of the car and I was thrown in a limo. My mate got in the other side and I adjusted myself.

He smiled at me and continued with "My name is Elliot and you may know me as the Prince of the werewolves. What in goddess name are you wearing.. mate" he spat.

"Rose Pierce, nice to meet you" I chuckled a bit at his reaction to my sarcasm. "You just so happen to be looking at my bartenders uniform" I returned his warm smile.

"It's a good thing as of today you quit." We sat in silence while the limo drove us to our location.

I was thinking about Ace again. He was my best friend and Alpha of our pack. As the Beta I was his second in command and I enjoyed my position.

I trained every day so I could keep my title. I couldn't be weak. Taking the time to train three times a day.

Every morning before school, 3 o'clock on the dot every afternoon and right before bed after I patrol.

"Rose" my mate said pointing towards the door. "We're here" I looked outside to see we were parked in front of a castle with the view of a village.

Not far from this castle was an even huger one. Which I assumed was the royal palace. Apparently the smaller castle was my mate's pack house.

My mate once again dragged me out of the limo. When we got inside I was brought to his room. He immediately had me change.

He must have mind linked someone because seconds later a girl dressed in blue jeans and an even brighter blue blouse brought clothes to his room.

After I changed into the clothes I was brought, I noticed she gave me a pair of black skinny jeans with a red shirt and black leather jacket.

When I walked into the room my mate was standing there with a metal detector and I smiled seductively.

There wasn't a part of my body that wasn't covered with knives and guns. For an assassin I have to be armed okay?

I took this opportunity to properly look at him. Elliot about 5'11 and had a muscular build. He had brown hair and light blue eyes.

When he was done using the metal detector I began to search him for my own weapons. I had already gotten his button undone and his zipper before he could stop me.

"As Prince of the werewolf population I order you to stop. " his wolves black eyes covered his blue ones.

I was only planning to tease him. To lighten up the mood for what happened earlier at the bar. I took the chance to notice his black work boots and black skinny jeans.

He wore a flannel with his leather jacket and I realized where the girl from earlier got her fashion sense. That must have been his sister.

"How do you think your mate would feel finding you dressed like a slut" he growled. I could hear his Russian accent when he spoke.

I could feel my wolfs ears lower in sadness. And with tears brimming in my eyes I punched him directly in the face.

I could tell he was surprised how hard I could hit by the look on his face when I broke his nose. Because we are werewolves he should heal in a couple of days... or weeks.

Bones still take a while to heal. We don't have super fast healing. It's fast enough that a human could notice the difference though.

I stormed out of his room to find his Beta looking me in the eye. "Hello, I can sense your a Beta as well. I'm Cole"

"That's great Cole but I'm trying to leave." Cole looked at me sternly and replied with "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

"You dare challenge your Luna?" I shifted into my wolf from anger. He was in my way of leaving and I wasn't in the mood.

I guess there is a reason that the pack is the strongest in Russia because no one else would be able to throw me into a wall from slamming into my wolf.

I reached for his throat out of instinct. Forgetting that he is a member of my pack instead of just a target from work.

After I accidentally bit into his lungs I ran to the nearest window and jumped out of it. I ran until I reached my apartment.

I packed all my bags and was planning to get on the next plane back to America. I was in Russia on a mission from work.

I haven't been in America since a pack of rogues killed my pack along with Ace and parents. They called themselves "The Royal Rebels."

They don't agree with the way the royal werewolves run our society. They believe that the werewolves should enslave the humans because they're weaker.

I sometimes wonder if these rogues are so crazy that they forget we aren't the only magical race on the planet.

We share earth with Vampires, Witches, Mermaids, Fairy's, etc. If we enslave the human race, what species will enslave us.

Members of my old pack still live to tell the tale. Some started to flee once our Alpha was dead. Others like me fought hard until the end.

I didn't even get a chance to make it to the airport before the royal police of the werewolf society had tracked me by my scent and were knocking at my door.