Chapter 6

Andrew's POV

After mating with the woman, I wasn't expecting her to collapse on the bed. But she took my rut.

My body hadn't felt better than it felt now. I watched her sleeping on the bed.

My eyes darted to her neck, where I had placed my mark on her.

“Oh no! What came over me?” I gasped in the dimly lit room.

In the midst of my sinful glee, I had marked her. My lips had tasted the soft feel of her skin. Her skin was so soft and soothing to my touch, calming my body.

My cum had been much, and now I felt restless, wondering if she would take care of my spẹrm.

“You shouldn't have mated with her and marked her! She's a human! She cannot be your mate!” Zion growled at the back of my head, his mood enraged.

Ignoring my wolf, I gently positioned the woman on the bed so she could sleep peacefully.

I would be leaving before dawn. How would I make her payment? My mind raced as I peered at her face.

“You should leave the check for her where you think she can find it,” Zion replied, despite his gloomy mood.

“A human woman cannot be your mate. Get it, Alpha. The pack will not accept her. You know this would be more like a death sentence for her if you brought her over.” Zion seethed, knowing the implications.

“Got it.” I calmly lay back on the bed next to the sleeping woman. Her breathing was soft against my ears. My eyes watched the rise and fall of her chest as I lay next to her. Her citrus scent was welcoming to my restless heart. A heart without a mate.

'Why couldn't she be mine? Her body was so wonderful, and her wonderland was pleasing.'

The rain slowed, and I knew that I would soon resume my journey.

“Alpha, what time are we leaving?” Steven mind-linked me.

“By 3 a.m. I don't feel the need to go. I want to be in this human woman's arms,” I replied, my tone laced with selfishness.

“Alpha, you know that's impossible. A human woman cannot be your mate. How is she? Was she able to take your rut?” Steven inquired, his voice thick with worry for the sleeping beauty next to me.

“How could she not be able to take my rut? It was like my cọck was specially created for her,” I replied, my lips curved into a smile as my cọck hardened against the thin fabric of the quilt.

“Thank the Moon Goddess that you didn't commit murder. I was worried for a heartbeat, thinking she had already been murdered by your cọck,” Steven replied, his tone relaxing and his breathing calming.

“Fụck off, Steven. How can my cọck commit murder? It's fine. Inform the men to get prepared. We're leaving by 3. It's only midnight, so enjoy your three hours of sleep and don't worry about your Alpha committing murder,” I mind-linked him, and he chuckled.

“Got it, Alpha. Sleep tight,” Steven said before the mind-link ended.

In the dimly lit room, my eyes wandered over the sleeping woman's face. My lips ached to taste her soft, rosy lips, which beckoned me to kiss her.

Shaking my head to snap out of those thoughts, I fell asleep. However, I was jolted awake by the harsh ringing tone.

Hearing a different tone, my mind raced as I thought it was the woman's phone.

I shouldn't pry into her life, but I moved out of the bed, careful not to wake her. She stirred on the bed as my weight lifted.

When I reached for her black handbag on the table, her citrus scent welcomed me once more. I dipped my right hand into the open zip, wondering what I would find.

'Would I find anything unthinkable in her bag?' She was a human, and I'd learnt that most women moved around with makeup.

When I dipped my hand into her bag, I pulled out the Android phone and saw nine missed calls.

As I was about to end the call, it rang again, and I assumed it was something urgent.

'Who could be calling her at this late hour of the night?'

The caller was unknown. No name, just a few digits.

Not wanting to pry into her affairs, I switched off the phone, tossed it into her bag, and moved to the bathroom to freshen up.

The more I inhaled her citrus scent, the less I wanted to part from her. Why did I feel this way? The uneasiness in my chest felt like I was parting from my mate.

When I got back to the room, I began to dress. As I put my clothes back on, I thought about the long trip ahead of me, especially after shopping for all the essentials my pack members needed.

The goods had all been transported, as the human ruler preferred that I arrive to seal the business. He had a growing suspicion that we weren't really humans, as his drones had spotted wolves in my pack. But I had tried to build more barriers to protect my pack.

Now, with digital products and the use of AI, it was easy to fool the humans into believing that the video evidence circulating online was merely fantasy and not real-life scenarios.

There was no way I would admit the reality of my people. But I had to travel with my men to ensure the humans remained in the dark about the existence of werewolves.

Once I was done putting on my clothes, I drew my check and wrote a check for three million for this lovely woman.

“I won't be here when you awake, pretty,” I whispered to her ear, watching her sleep like a baby. Her long blonde hair sprawled across the bed, and some strands covered her pretty face.

Standing up from the chair, I put the check under her hand in case anyone came into the room after my departure.

Taking one last glance at her face, I lay on the bed next to her and drifted off to sleep for a short nap.

A few minutes later, my eyes fluttered open as I took in the sight of the room.

My eyes darted toward the sleeping beauty. She lay on her side, her back turned to me.

Rising from the bed, I searched for the check, knowing that she would lose it before morning.

'How could she sleep so carelessly?' My hand reached for the check under her breast. I picked it up, moved out of the bed, and put it in her bag.

“Alpha, are you awake? Our men are ready to leave,” Steven mind-linked me.

“Got it. I'm set,” I replied coolly, my eyes darting toward the sleeping figure. She snored softly, her features trembling as the cold air blew against her skin.

I moved to shut the window panes and watched her hand pull the sheet over herself.

Even though she was asleep, she slept as though she were in her abode.

Shaking my head, I put on my black boots and threw on my coat. Then I exited the room and met the hotel manager in the hallway.