Alpha Maximus strode inside his home, his teeth elongated and his claws softly wrapped around the girl that hugged his arms. He heard his little mate, Plum, gently and fervently apologize.
His mind was very distracted and he didn't want to nag her with incessant questions such as why were you in the woods? Why are you apologizing, we only just met? Why were you alone? How even old are you?
They entered a room; his bedroom.
Plum gasped softly; he gently ran his fingers down her cheek and sniffed tenderly her scent. A shaky breath left her lips, her heart was beating faster than normal, she could tell just by being here that the man tending to her was indeed her mate.
"What were you doing in the woods?" he asked. His voice was deep and authoritative. He seemed older than her.
As much as the urge deep down inside of him threatened him not to ask, he needed to for his own wellbeing as much as hers.
Tears streamed down her face and she bit her lip from crying out loudly.
"I ran a-away," she stammered softly and kept her face buried in her hands.
"Why?" he asked her softly.
"I am s-so so s-sorry," she hiccupped.
"Nothing you can do will upset me, what is wrong?" he coaxed her. His voice demanding and his body simmering anger. What could be so bad, his mate is this terrified?
"I w-was wedded," she whispered. She felt ashamed and downcast her eyes to the sheets that she could not see in such poor lighting.
"You were what?" He bit rather harshly. His eyes widened and he cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him while she whimpered softly.
"I had t-to marry the Beta of m-my pack," she cried, "I d-did not want too! I ran away, h-he wanted to s-sleep with me."
Her velvety voice was bashed and innocent, she seemed very genuine and frightened of her forced-beloved.
"I d-did not want too... I a-am so sorry," she bit her lip and looked down at her fidgeting fingers. She was such an embarrassment of a mate.
He placed a tender kiss on her forehead and she felt her cheeks blooming with colour.
"What is his name, little mate?" he whispered.
"A-Alexander Carmichael," she mumbled. He leant forward and caressed her back softly.
"C-Can you turn the l-lights on?" she asked gently, soft whimpers escaping her juicy lips.
"I'd prefer not too, Plum," he asserted, "I will be back, do not leave the room."
Plum nodded obediently. She had always been extremely bashful and a rule-follower. His pull on her would be the greatest, and whatever demands he would ask for, she would meet without hesitation.
And that's what scares Plum the most.
•••
Alpha Maximus Jedrek was angry.
He had hoped that in the meeting of his mate, it would be extremely beautiful and full of love.
He played with the fag, flicking it between his fingers and blew a breath of fresh hot air out of his mouth. He was tempted, so very much, to press the burning cigarette into the skin of the man that claimed Plum as his.
"—and only if I started looking for her earlier..." he mumbled in a sly drawl. His lip twitched up, his wolf biting him from the inside to rip the cunt's throat out.
Maximus gritted his teeth, humming an incredulous tune while he aged with every thought that consumed him.
He didn't even know if his beloved mate was untouched or pure.
He left his gloomy office —downcasting his eyes to the floorboard and piercing his lip with his sharpened teeth, biting it softly and gently.
He remained calm and composed, his hand hovering and shaking slightly above the switch that would reveal his darkest secrets and could potentially frighten his tiny mate that breathed coolly and softly in her sleep on the bed.
"Little mate, wake up," he said. Brightness entering the room from the warm lighting as her head rose from the feathery pillow and a soft yawn left her lips.
Maximus immediately searched her face. A twitch or flinch would make him turn around the lock the door. He did not want to scare the young girl.
"Are y-you oh-kay..?" Plum whispered softly, running her tongue over her dry and juicy lips. The voice leaving her lips in a tired and gentle velvety tone.
"We have a lot to discuss, Plum,"
"Oh, like w-what?"
"You look very young, little mate. How old are you?" Maximus' lips twitched into a small smirk.
"Um e-eighteen..." she drawled. Her voice angelic and hesitant as usual.
Maximus clenched his eyes shut and bit his lip. She was far too young to ever accept him, let alone be with him. What on Earth was the Moon Goddess even thinking when she matched the two together?
"W-What about you?" She mumbled and gazed up at him innocently, her eyes completely missing the ugly scars that reached his lower jaw and burns that spread from his cheekbone to his temple.
"I am thirty-two-years-old, Plum," he ran his eyes across her fragile features and a small smile settled on her mouth.
"T-That's oh-kay, we were put t-together for a reason," she asserted gently and her cheeks bloomed with colour.
Maximus gulped heavily the lump that immersed in his throat. He couldn't imagine a more perfect mate. She had beautiful golden eyes that downcast to the sheets and thick lashes that protected them.
He crept on the bed, a dip forming in the covers and pressed his warm and plush lips against her little button nose as her cheeks blossomed into a soft colour of a rosebud.
She shyly looked up at him and her lips lifted into an even more beautiful smile, showcasing her dimples for his gainful eyes.
"Plum..." he crooned softly, "I waited for you every day, and you were worth that and so much more."
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