An Alpha's Mate

Chapter 11

Xavier 

NOT EDITED

I stayed hidden a fair amount of distance away, watching the scene with guarded eyes. I shifted back into my wolf to get a better view, as well as to further guard my scent.

Tara and I had discussed earlier that the best way to keep Avi safe was to have someone else watch over her. That someone else happened to be one of Tara's best witches: Abigail Stone. Her backstory was that my pack and I chased her out of her own pack and she was too weak to shift into her wolf. Her body needed to heal. But that was a lie- as she was a witch and couldn't shift, to begin with. Abigail would go undercover as Alyssa Rivers. The woman was actually a girl in her early thirties- not some teenager who looked no more than sixteen. She cast a spell that would put her more along the lines of Avi's age, so she would be able to "relate" to her. Something the witch had my nerves set on high alert, but then again, I haven't been in the right state of mind since I learned my mate was the chosen one who might have to sacrifice her life just so the rest of the world could get their shit together. I was still seething with anger at the idea of anyone laying a paw on what's mine.

Maybe if she wasn't my mate, I wouldn't care to begin with. But now that I know the Moon Goddess has actually blessed my cold, dead heart with a beautiful spitfire of a woman, I couldn't help but to let my anger resolve a little. I was no longer in control of my own emotions and that both terrified and soothed me. It let me know I wasn't as heartless as I thought. Even after witnessing my mother's death or killing men with my bare hands- it relieved me a little to know I could still care for someone other than my own pack of misfits.

Shaking my head, I allowed myself to refocus on the scene in front of me.

I rolled my eyes at the woman's sobbing. She was a terrible actress but Alpa Alexander seemed to buy it, for he slung his arm around her shoulders and began to lead her away like a father protecting his young. If only they could protect Aviana.

At least part one was done. I knew I was just supposed to chase after her to make it more believable and than run back to my territory, but I simply couldn't help but to stay. With my feet planted firmly in the ground, my eyes settled on my beautiful mate. She was fucking gorgeous- even with her strawberry blonde hair a mess about and some smudges of mud caked onto her legs and arms. Suddenly, I grinned. That meant she shifted.

If I was still shifted into my wolf, I knew he would be jumping around with glee. I wanted to see my mate in her wolf- badly. I wanted to be near my mate. No matter how hard I tried to resist the bond, I knew I wouldn't be able to do it forever. The Moon Goddess put us together for a reason- didn't she? She couldn't allow my mate to die. Could she?

I shook my head, becoming enraged at the mention of that damned war yet again. Maybe, just maybe things would be different if I wasn't the son of the most ruthless wolf out there. Maybe things would be different if my mate didn't have some stupid prophecy to fulfill.

I glanced up, wanting to catch one last glance at my mate before heading back- but she was nowhere to be found.

"What the fu-"

Suddenly, I felt my skin turn rigid with ice. It felt like a snake was slowly easing itself all around and up my body- each time it moved it left my muscles recoiling and stiffening in place. I attempted to glance down at myself but found nothing.

"I thought I told you not to curse anymore," came the humours voice of none other than my mate.

I couldn't speak. It wasn't for lack of trying. The same snake-like feeling I had crept around my throat, tightening ever so slightly. Just before I felt like I was about to pass out, the feeling was gone and I collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.