Imperious.

Part III: Emilia

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 Pages: 9 - 13

E M I L I A -

Mate. A soul fated to intertwine with my soul as long as eternity allows. Mate. The wolf created just for me. Mate. Mate. Mate.

  My mate, who was indeed just before my eyes, is part of the group of men that foolishly crossed onto my land without seeking permission.  My mate has been gagged and forced into my base room where I would've most likely imprisoned or killed him.

My mate. It is a bit of blur, to be honest, but as a wolf, an Alpha, there are no blurs, there is no confusion or bewilderment. I am born to rule and I have been ingrained with the necessary tools to succeed but for once, my head isn't calculating, and I am not sure what to do - all I know is I have met my mate.

 He has brown, walnut hair and leaf green eyes with raspberry chapstick colored, slightly chapped lips and a physique that I want to run my hands over and over until I'm well acquainted.

He watches me in awe and infatuation, while I watch him carefully. I want to assess him: I want to assess his assets to my pack and most importantly, to me.

 He's human though; human means weak compared to wolves both mentally and physically, but especially physically.

A wolfs mind is far more advanced than a humans mind to a certain extent, since a wolf specializes in all things animal-like.

I can calculate when someone is about to attack, I have enhanced smell, strength, reflexes and night vision, almost acute hearing, and great stamina. All things humans lack, all things he lacks.

He might be strong as a human but compared to a wolf, his strength can't compare.

A human Escort isn't common; if anything, most likely he possesses the gene of wolves in him but the humanity in him overpowers the animal within and maybe when we mate and I mark him the animal within will take its place. Maybe.

Frowning, I walk pass the interrogation room for the third time. Not only do I have an empowering wanting to go back to my mate and stare at him for centuries, but I have this funny feeling in my stomach that won't stop erupting whenever my mind wanders to my mate.

What did I plan to do today?  Pacing, I ransack my brain to remember, but I can't. I can't focus on anything but my mate.

Is this normal? I have the sudden urge to know his name or how much cuts he has or why he has a bow and arrow tattoo right under his armpit.  I am suddenly fascinated with just the thought of learning him - just the thought of mating makes my knees want to give out.

I'm turning into a hormonal, lovesick wolf. My wolf sees no problem with this; I however, am furious.

This draw, this pull mates have is the reason why mates are predictable. I used to think that when I have my mate, if the worst were to happen and it was my pack or my mate, it would be the pack - the pack is always first. Alpha's sometimes aren't meant to be happy, but that doesn't matter. Now though, the thought of not choosing my mate feels like a sickness is erupting in the pit of my stomach.

Maybe it's me, and I should learn how to prioritize my mate and my pack. Or maybe my mate could learn how to ask  me to spend sometime with him - either one sounds good.

I know deep down, he wouldn't have to ask me to spend time with him, because I want to drop everything and take him wherever right now, but as an Alpha, I must show self-discipline. And what better way to do that than leave your mate and go on about your business?