Alpha Wolf - Mate Mine

Chapter 8 ~ Speak of the Devil - Part 2

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The pull she felt for this stranger left her breathless, giddy, a little light-headed.

Elena couldn't stop staring.

Mate mate mate.

The carrot-haired Gamma's stance was lazy--almost taunting--but threatening. In contrast, her mate was standing proud as a king, with this predatory stillness in his rigid stance.

Mate mate mate.

There was nothing refined or classical about his features - from the strong nose that widened at the bridge to the high cheekbones that sloped down in a sharp angle to a square jaw, to the wide, softly sculpted mouth, and those deep-set eyes hooded under a heavy, dark brow. His eyes were this unbelievable colour - like he had trapped a piece of the sky and stuck it in there. The whole effect was raw, masculine perfection.

Mate mate mate.

His skin was tan, except for these tiny white lines around his eyes and mouth. A lazy mess of raven hair kissed and softened the sharp lines of his face, making Elena itch to reach out and touch it.

A warrior mate, she thought, a gorgeous, a giant of a mate. The most physically striking man Elena had ever seen.

Mate mate mate! 

Rex, disappointed by Elena's lack of squirming, dumped her, but Elena barely noticed it. Slack-jawed, she clutched the door handle without looking at it, her knuckles white from gripping it so hard to avoid landing on her butt.

"Mate mate mateee!" Her wolf was howling like crazy, her heart beating erratically. "Go to mate! Go to mate!"

Something twisted in her chest - it was her heart readjusting its rhythm to beat in sync with his. Her body tingled with restless anticipation.

She wanted to sprint to him, scale him like her new favorite tree, the only tree she would ever scale, and say "hello there, Mr Future", but her feet were stuck as if in cement of surprising insecurities and growing shock. The true meaning of 'mate' slammed into Elena. 

Everything made sense now —the stories she'd heard all her life about how mates bewitched your soul and flipped your world upside down. How her parents couldn't be apart for more than a couple of hours, that extreme sense of completion, both magical and scary.

Elena couldn't stop absorbing his presence, the simple fact he existed, every detail of his face and body.

Mine.

"Moon Goddess, he's so tall...enormous!"

His arms were like the trunks of those pines at her pack, and oh, those black shorts showed that bulge of sleek muscle as hard as roped steel.

"His shoulders are so broad, he reminds me of the wardrobe back in my room!"

He made Rex look like a sardine, and Rex had always been one of the biggest guys she had ever seen. Elena wondered, in her dreamy state, who he could be. And why was he talking to Black Devil Gamma? And why didn't he detect her?

Rex nudged her. "Hey, Earth to Elena. You gonna keep drooling or introduce yourself?"

"Introduce? Myself? I can't even feel my legs!" Elena whispered back, her eyes still glued to her mate. "He looks like he could bench press a truck."

Giulia, always the practical one, piped up. "If you trip and fall, at least you'll land on those muscles. It's a win-win."

"He could be your father," Marco snorted.