Chapter 2

STETSON’S POV

"Hey man, we'll be heading to our rooms," Joseph hollered, patting my shoulder.

I and my friends had planned a hangout. It had been a while since we'd all properly bonded, after going our separate ways and trying to find our own paths. I grinned at Joseph. He'd brought his girlfriend, just like everyone else. But his girl was the most beautiful. Her dark, long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her almond-shaped eyes sparkled as she smiled. It was obvious Joseph was really proud of her.

Everyone, including Stacy, my date (as everyone was asked to bring one), had gone upstairs to their private rooms. But I wanted to stay a bit longer. The evening was going fine. I sat on my chair, sipping my drink and reminiscing about the stories my friends had shared. But then I started to feel weird, like the bar was rotating.

“ But I haven't drunk that much”, I mumbled under my breath as I stood to go to my room. I had planned to go up much later, after Stacy had fallen asleep. I didn't want to engage her in any conversation or have her throw herself at me again.

"Gosh, Stacy drugged me," I mumbled to myself as I staggered to my room, I immediately knew it was Stacy, there was no way i would be this drunk with what i had drank. It was one of her many schemes again, immediately i pushed the door open, my eyes fell, Stacy was lying on the bed in lingerie.

She knew aphrodisiacs had a way of getting me hot and a bit unconscious, and she clearly wanted to make the most of the opportunity.

"Stetson, you know I want you," Stacy purred sensually. "Please touch me. Let me have your seeds, then we can go back to the pack, and you can be the Alpha you're supposed to be. Stetson, aren't you tired of the human world? Aren't you tired of looking for a non-existent mate?" Her hands caressed her body, her eyes peering deeply into mine. She desperately hoped to see longing in my eyes, even if it was just temporary, until the aphrodisiac wore off.

Instead, she met a different expression. My eyes reddened with anger, and my claws shot out. "You drugged me, Stacy," my voice was husky and scary, and Stacy couldn't help but twitch.

"Yes… I… did…" she stammered. She knew she shouldn't lie to me, especially not when I was this angry. But she was daring. She knew the aphrodisiac had aroused me, and she had a chance to seduce me.

"I can help calm you down, Stet," Stacy moaned, her hands tracing the space between my chest and abs.

"You disgust me," I roared, grabbing Stacy's hands firmly and pulling them off me. I shot her another daggering stare and if my eyes were blades, they would have ripped Stacy to shreds.

"Stacy, you should know I can never have anything to do with you," I said, leaving her and staggering out of the room. I needed to find somewhere else to sleep. I also needed to wear off this heat somehow.

I continued making my way out of the private rooms, groaning and unbuttoning my shirt. I wanted to escape to my presidential suite, hoping to soak in cold water until the heat wore out.

But I'd only taken a few steps when the most enticing scent I'd ever perceived drifted into my nose. It was coming from nearby. Walking towards this unique scent, I stumbled upon a very drunk, beautiful young woman.

"Mate!" Asher, my wolf yelled, making my eyes redden lustfully and excitedly.

It had been years since Asher and I had been searching for my mate. It had become a heated issue, as it was my only access to my throne inheritance, and the humiliation from my pack had driven me away. Even after becoming a billionaire, I'd never found any sign of her. I was shocked to see her. She was human, and she looked so innocent and beautiful. I was even happier than Asher.

Her eyes lit up when she saw me. “Yes, I found him,” she whispered to herself, a smile overwhelming her face. She’d found the right person to forget Romero with. As I staggered, my chiseled features, strong jawline, and piercing light brown eyes wouldn't let her look away. I could see the lust in her eyes, so many times i had gotten compliments, many say my eyes and strong jaws could only be likened to things they read in romance novels.

“I am not that innocent girl Romero and Mum could just use however they please. I'll throw caution to the wind,” i could hear her mumble to herself as she staggered towards me, throwing her full weight on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and looking boldly into my eyes.

I was taken aback for a moment. Did she know I was her mate already? But she was human. I held her waist and pierced her eyes with mine. I loved her bright blue eyes; they were like the ocean and conveyed the innocence of a dove.

"I want you," she whispered in my ear, pressing herself even closer.

Between the aphrodisiac and how long I'd waited for my mate, I doubted which was controlling me cause I couldn't resist her charm. I grabbed her, placed her on my shoulder, and took her to my presidential suite.

Her eyes flickered open as she tried to adjust to the brightness and the pain lingering on her neck. “Oh my world,” she yawned, caressing the hurt area with her left hand.

Her eyes flew open the moment she saw something she'd never seen before. The handsome man she'd spent the night with. His eyes were glistening yellow, and fangs rested just on his lips.

"Please don't hurt me," she jerked from the bed, her hands clasped together.

A lot went through her mind, like whether her one-night callousness would cost her, her life. God, I promise I won't do anything irrational again if I get past this, she whispered softly.

I couldn't help but smile. Her innocent eyes and softness excited me.

"I want your heart, mate," I whispered, a smirk on my face as I crawled closer to her.

"No, please, please, I beg you," she cried, jumping off the bed. "I'll do anything you want if you let me live."

"No, no, mate," I said softly, pinning her to the wall. "I mean, I want you to love me. I want your heart."

"I won't eat you. I…" I whispered into her ear as I tried to kiss her, but she pulled her lips away immediately.

"What are you?" she asked shakily, mustering the last string of confidence she had.

"Who I am doesn't matter, mate. It's what I want to be to you that matters." I held her hands as she wouldn't let me kiss her. "I'm sorry about the pain on your neck," I continued, softly caressing the area with my finger, enjoying how helpless and innocent she was. "It's how we mark our mates," I purred.

"What do you mean I'm your mate?" she asked, confused. All she could think about was leaving the room alive, by whatever means possible.

"It's a lot to explain. You're the woman destined for me." My eyes wouldn't leave hers as I spoke.

She giggled, shocked. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but this is really strange," she said, looking towards the bed instead of at me.

"Can I please go home?" she managed to ask. She sensed I wasn't going to hurt her, but she wasn't buying any of the things I was saying.

"Will I see you again?" I responded. My attraction to my mate was something foreign to me. I'd never felt this helpless around a woman.

"Maybe," she responded quickly. She knew it was a lie, but she wasn't going to let me know that.