Chapter Five: My Wolf

CLAIRE's POV

I could hear the loud gasps and the sudden but hushed whispers all around the ground filled with my pack members.

I did not think these wolves would ever be anything to mine. They were all horrible. All except for two.

How could anyone want an omega? Who in his right senses would leave gold and other valuable items for a useless omega? There was no way he wanted me as tribute. 

What the actual fuck?

I could feel it, I could feel their disdain and shock at what just happened. Honestly, I was just as shocked.

Did he hit his head or something? 

Why would he want someone like me?

Well, I knew the reason. I knew the reason and he seemed to know it as well. Why else would he say such an absurd thing?

Mates.

I almost scoffed in disbelief.

The moon goddess made us fucking mates.

I repeated the word in my head countless times as if that would make the situation even more understandable.

It did not help.

I looked him over, suddenly everyone was forgotten as I studied the hulking, dark and brooding figure in front of me. I really could not take my eyes off him even if I wanted to.

My mate.  That was who he was. 

Alpha Dominik! 

Ruthless and cruel in the whole supernatural world was who the moon goddess gave me as a mate. 

Me, a weak omega? 

I looked at him from my vintage point, a little upset at his expression. 

My mate with the cold, unforgiving grey eyes. 

He looked too good to be true and even though I instinctively knew this was not going to be easy, I could not help the small hope that bloomed in my chest.

I had found the one whom the moon goddess matched with me. That meant the moon goddess did not think I was useless, she valued me just like she did every other wolf out there. I was valued enough to be given a life partner.

Though as I looked on into the eyes of the one who was meant for me, I wondered how much the moon goddess actually liked me if THIS was who she sent my way. 

He looked dead, literally. No emotions, no feelings, not one twitch in his perfect, handsome face. Just like a statue.

Or a dead person.

I shook the thought off my head, that was not a good start for one’s mate. No matter how weirdly said mate was glaring at who he was supposed to adore till death.

I had had enough of being glared at though and even worse, I would not take it from my mate, of all wolves. 

The sexy bastard.

I glared right back at him.

It is not like I wanted a mate or something, it was also as shocking to me as it was to him. All I ever wanted was to be able to transform and live happily ever after, ogling my Alpha Enzo. But now I was about to be stuck with a brooding albeit extremely handsome alpha who was also very ogle worthy.

That was so not the point though.

I was done laying low, I was done being walked over.

My wolf agreed with me. 

My wolf.

A big smile spread across my face and I did not bother to care about how I must have looked at that moment, staring and going from glaring to smiling at the hulking figure in front of me, even though he literally had nothing to do with the smile.

I must have looked like a maniac.

I really don't care.

I had transformed.  Only this notion made me realize again that I was still on all fours in my wolf form. 

Was that why he looked hulking??

Maybe.

Somewhere in my mind, in a distant, far away land, I heard Enzo’s disbelieving words. 

“What?” He sounded like he was going to be sick.

I frowned in confusion. Or at least I think I did. I did not know how expressions worked in a wolf form. 

I knew I had to change back, soon. I tried not to panic about the fact that I had no idea how to do that.

Instead I focused on my mate - the hulking figure - turned his full attention on Enzo, effectively dismissing me.

I did not know much about mates but, was that it?  Just like that?

I was a bit disappointed but I did not have the time to voice out my feelings when I heard it again.

His voice.

“I want her, as my tribute.” He repeated. His words were clipped, as if daring Enzo to say no.

His voice, like a balm to my battered soul.

I wanted to say something -I did not know how I would achieve that feat in my wolf form but, that was not the point— I wanted to say something like. 

What the fuck?

Who do you think you are?

I am not an object, you bastard!

You look so good, can I bite your lips?

I shook my head again, yeah maybe not the last part but, I got the gist.

I wanted him. My wolf wanted him.

Badly.

I saw Enzo shiver just a little under the withering stare of the stranger, my mate.

Even Enzo was scared of him?

What the actual fuck?

“Erm… Alpha Dominik…” he started, yet, the cold gaze Alpha Dominik sent his way probably changed his mind as he kept his mouth shut. 

A soft, fragile finger stroked my fur -I still did not know what color I turned out to be, I hoped white but with my luck and with the moon goddess, I was probably black as midnight. I sighed internally. 

I looked up at Blaire who stared down at me, worry and concern etched on her face as she subtly led me away from the transformation ground where the smell of violence and blood was increasing by each heart beat.

“Let us get you out of here.” She murmured softly as we both walked down the lane, into a nearby forest. Her on two legs, I was on four.

I was not going to panic, I would not panic, I would not hyperventilate, I would not—

Okay I was panicking so bad. 

My insides were molten liquid and I wanted to be let out. I was trapped.

I had heard about omegas who finally transformed and were stuck in their wolf form till they died because their wolf would not release the control over to them, they were too weak to fight their wolf. 

Oh my god, I would not be like that! I would not be stuck in this form!

Maybe my wolf was already showing panic signs because Blaire suddenly stopped and looked at me.

“Hey hey, it’s okay! It is okay. What is wrong?” She asked and I hyperventilated even more. 

How was I supposed to tell her what I felt??

A loud, panicked howl was my response.

She seemed to understand her - my wolf-  though.

She knelt beside my wolf, softly but firmly stroking her luscious fur. “It is okay Claire, it is okay. You are fine. Take a deep breath.” I tried to and failed woefully, whining anxiously. “Come on.” She urged, stroking my fur till I could calm down. 

I did not know that Blaire had such patience because I did not. It felt like days that we both were in the cool grass, me calming my breath while she stroked my fur, mumbling all the nonsense in the world.

Finally my wolf was calm enough to look her in the eyes and give the look that said. ‘Well, therapist mine, what the fuck next? I am still stuck here!!’

I was beginning to hyperventilate again but she grabbed my fur, hard.

My wolf yelped in pain and bared her  teeth at her.

Back off, bitch!

“Calm the fuck down.” She glared at me and all I wanted to do was slap her and tell her that in her face.

Not in my wolf form though, so I had no choice but to calm down. 

She smirked when I grudgingly calmed down.

The bitch. 

“Now all you have to do is find a door in your mind.” She said.

My wolf stared at her.

She stared back.

My wolf stared.

She huffed and threw her hands in the air. “Oh come on! Think of a door! Think!” 

I rolled my eyes and calmly thought of a door.

When I achieve that, I looked back at her in excitement, my wolf’s tongue lolling out playfully.

I did it! I screamed.

Blaire chuckled and I had a feeling she was proud of me.

I licked her face and she laughed.

“Now, come on, you will see your wolf on the other side, you just have to pull her to your side and you walk out the other.”

I looked into my head and well well well, look who I found waiting at the other end of the door. 

A midnight black she wolf staring at me in what looked like a grin.

She looked so fierce and good that I almost forgave the moon goddess.

Almost.

I rolled my eyes at her. “Of course.” I told her. “Get in here.” I pointed at my side of the door.

She looked away.

“Now don’t you dare give me that attitude or else you are never coming out again.” I threatened and she looked at me as if she was saying, ‘What? Bitch?’

Of course I was lying but who said she could know that?

“Get. In.” 

With a silent huff, she trotted in the door, making sure to take her sweet time while at it.

I sighed again. A wolf with a big attitude and a brooding mate.

Well, thank you moon goddess.