He digs the knife into my arm, painfully deep. I cry out and as I lift my head to scream out to the moon goddess, we make eye contact. We both are so shocked by what's happened, that we momentarily forget that there is a knife in my arm. And that my mate put it in. Once my subconscious catches up to me, I cry out again, making Xavier curse loudly and pull out the knife. Unstrapping me from the torture board. He sets me down and looks at me. At the same time, we both utter a word. "Mate." He softly says. "Fuck." I swear. Oh shit! He's my mate! - Xavier Huntington is an extremely possessive Alpha, who is very protective over his Mate, Annachi. Annachi is, well, anarchy. She's tough, stubborn and has no problem saying what she thinks. Only time will tell how this story will end.

She felt nervous as she watched the taxi drive back down the long and winding driveway and disappear through the imposing, brass gate. She picked up her bags and turned to muster the house. It was large - the size of a small villa - with a brick facade and large white windows. The door was built of dark wood, a brass knocker nailed onto its middle. The garden surrounding it seemed immaculately kept and bore flowers in various shades of yellow which flanked the house walls. A plated stone path connected the driveway and parking area with the steps of the entrance. The entire property was shielded off from the outside by thick bushes, which could easily trump small trees in height. She swallowed. There was no turning back now. The arrangements had been made. The life she had known had been adjusted to accommodate her stay here, so far up in the countryside, so far away from the rest of the world. Hesitantly she began to walk up the path; once in front of the door she took a deep breath. This was it. Two careful knocks. Then it began: