My Merciless Alpha Mate

Chapter 1

It was past midnight; the moon was high in the sky, shining its rays of moonlight for the creatures of the dark and the beings that lurked within the darkness, but soon it was hidden by clouds that dropped soft snowflakes onto the earth. Wisped away by the chilly air, the snowflakes made their way down, slowly and elegantly, like a passionate dancer, who was coupled with the frosty air. The heavy snow kept falling from the skies and onto the ground like it was an unstoppable rising mountain. It seemed all the stars had made an appearance in the sky for tonight, only to be hidden behind the clouds. It was all in all quiet, the only sound that was heard was the wind as they lead the snowflakes softly to their way down to the ground. The cold breeze could be felt against one's face, making them pale and cold. The air was fresh, all one could smell were the pine cones and evergreen trees surrounded by the snow.

But all he could smell was the intoxicating scent of roses and lilies. The snow only made the scent pungent, and it stirred awake the beast within him.

He was storming out of his office. Once again is stupid Beta, couldn't do anything right; always acted like a brother more than a Beta who needed to follow orders. If he had stayed there any longer, he was more than sure he would have probably ended up killing his Beta, but he needed his Beta, even though he hated to admit it. So he had to get out, no, he needed to get out, or else blood would have split.

He slammed the front door shut. He growled loudly shifting into his strong silver wolf The feel of his bones breaking and forming was just a dull ache now, after years of shifting, he has gotten used to it. Running deep into the woods, practically felt pride with him feeling the fear of some pack members radiating off them, but he also felt the respect, those were the two words he drilled into them. The feel of when people feared him and they were begging for mercy at his feet, he loved it. They could do all the begging they could but he would only smirk and rip them open. People feared him, and that is the way he liked it. That is the way he wanted his life. Respect and fear were what he wanted from his pack, one couldn't be there without the other, not in his pack.

He growled feeling his wolf trying to reign, "Xaviour!" He growled to his wolf, fighting him back, but that was until a sweet mouth-watering scent hit his nostrils. He stopped letting his senses be embraced in that intoxicating scent; an intoxicating scent of roses and lilies.

His wolf's body now moved on its own accord, following the scent that drove him crazy. He could feel his wolf once again starting to get restless, what was drawing him towards the scent he didn't know, but he had the sudden urge to find its source at all costs.

''Mate," growled his wolf, which only made him push himself faster, towards a clear where she was.

''MATE!'' His wolf growls louder. With that, he smirked mentally.

He had been looking for her, for five years now. After the countless mating balls, he attended and hosted this is where he finds her.

Soft whimpers and sobs broke him away from those thoughts.

'She's crying? Pathetic!' He thought.

"Is she hurt?" His wolf asked, anxious to see her eyes and mark what's his.

Without responding to his wolf he stepped out of the dark towards her, only for a twig to break under his weight. Her body tensed as she suddenly silenced herself. He debated whether or not to approach the scared little thing.

Then, she quickly whipped her head around as her eyes frantically searched around, with a smile playing on her lips. But that smile was quickly replaced with a frown, her eyes widened as her gaze set on his large wolf figure. Fear soon started to radiate on her in waves. His eyes travelled down her whole body, taking in every curve and every feature, but it was her dark eyes that really drew him in; so dark, yet they held so much light. The dark-eyed beauty gazed upon him with amazement flickering in her pupils. Her exquisite shining dark hair flowed beautifully down her shoulders and ended at mid-back; a perfect length to his opinion, not too long and not too short.