Elliot's Mate

Chapter 3:

Elliot patted a seat next to him on the bed and started to put locks of my hair behind my ear. "Why do you have to be so much trouble my little mate?"

I looked at him with helpless eyes. "Because my job is to kill the remaining members of the Royal Rebels pack.

"I was hired by a league of assassins who were trying to defend the King's right to the throne. A group your father himself approved of."

"Bar tending is just my side job" I said with a laugh. He looked at me as if it all made sense. "So that's how you were able to take out my Beta."

"My mate is almost as strong as me" He smiled with confidence. "Cole was very upset about getting his ass kicked by a girl" He seemed so proud to have such a strong mate.

"So what pack are you from Rose Pierce? " His Russian accent making me weak to my knees. "I was Beta of the Death Moon pack."

"An assassin and a Beta. I sure am a lucky guy." I was starting to understand what people felt when I was sarcastic with them.

It seemed as though he wanted to ask me why a wolf from an American pack was in Russia but it must have dawned on him.

I was about to open my mouth to speak when he replied with "I'm sorry for your loss" I started to think about all the fun times I had growing up with Ace.

At only 16 years old Ace wasn't old enough to be the Alpha but his parents had already resigned.

Obviously at that age his parents were still responsible for our packs decisions. A 16 year old boy couldn't run an entire pack as the alpha. For me though it was different.

It was the 2nd in Command and My parents were old and elderly. Unfit to be the Beta of the pack anymore my father gave me the position.

He hopes I would take up the responsibility and keep my family name proud. That's why I trained hard.

My parents were scared for me to be going on patrols at just 13 years old but my motto was that you have to have the same strength and capabilities as your wolf when it came to fighting.

Your wolf shouldn't be the most lethal weapon of your body, the werewolf blood in your veins should be a lethal threat to society.

Maybe it was because our packs leaders were nominated too young that we fell to the Rebels but I don't believe that.

Our pack tore them to shreds for as long as they could. I'm proud of them for that, the Rebels were just too strong.

"I never got your last name Elliot.." He layed down in his bed, beckoning me to enter the sheets with him.

Once I did and we were snuggled up against each other he started playing with my hair until I fell asleep. "My last name is Fenrir." was the last thing I heard before I was consumed by darkness.