CHAPTER 3: MATE

Xayden’s POV

“MATE ! MATE IS HERE !!”, my wolf excitedly said, urging me to run faster and give him control which I of course refused to do.

I wafted up my nose to get another whiff of the sweet smell, which had me practically bolting over the sharpest of rocks and scariest of bridges over tempestuous white waters, which I would have never dreamt of doing to rush like the wind towards the other end of the forest.

However, my overly excited heart came to a racing stop when I saw my mate’s tongue down another wolf’s throat.

And that wasn’t the only heart-wrenching revelation that shattered what was left of my already bruised sanity.

My mate — the one the universe supposedly handpicked just for me — had clearly slept with someone else not too long ago. His scent reeked of another, soaked in the remnants of whatever careless, soulless business they had done. The betrayal clung to him like a second skin.

My mate was a player.

But strangely enough, that still wasn’t the precipitating factor for the avalanche of disappointment crashing through my chest.

No. The real, gut-twisting blow was this:

My mate was a he — and as if that cosmic joke wasn’t brutal enough — he also happened to be my sworn enemy ... and the godsdamned future Beta of the pack.

Fate didn’t just screw me over.

It lit the fuse, tossed the match, and watched me burn. 

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Nox’s POV

I felt manhandled just from his gaze.

He had turned out to be a devastatingly handsome man over these years and if it were not for his rotten personality, I would have already jumped his bones and accepted him not only as my Alpha but as my mate too.

Was it Karma that was biting me in the ass or did the Moon Goddess hate me so much that she paired me with the only living thing I hated in this world ?

Alright, alright. I hated my greens too, so not the only living thing, but I would have preferred dying to rather mating with such a piece of fvcking horseshit.

While my lips locked with another nameless wolf who I had picked up from the airplane I travelled in, my eyes refused to tear away from the six feet four of pure sensuality and movie star hotness that stood just a few feet away from me.

His dark black eyes which looked straight in mine, drank the sight of the new me in disbelief while they were fanned by messy hair and bad boy looks that added to his physical appeal. Even his plump pink lips looked so kissable at the moment even though I already had a pair of them stuffed in my mouth.

God, he was gorgeous. At least hot enough to melt the rubber in my car's tires.

It was not hard to miss how his jaw ticked in fury and rage-filled eyes narrowed behind his messy blonde locks. Even like this, he looked drop-dead gorgeous. It was almost unfair that he looked so sinfully handsome in spite of looking so angry.

If looks could kill, I was sure that not only the lover in my arms, but I too, would have been six feet under the ground long ago.

And why not ?

After all, I was his enemy and his mate !