MATE

Chapter 2

In the Werewolf World…

Brock, a Lycan and the Alpha King of the Blood Crescent Pack, sat behind his desk. Ruthless. Cruel. Known to crave blood and kill with no remorse. Love meant nothing to him — only lust. Every mistress he took, he later killed. His reputation alone made alphas tremble, and still he felt nothing but hunger.

Brock’s POV:

A knock on my office door.

“Come in.”

Beta Adam entered, his posture stiff. “The council sent a message this morning. They demand you go to the human world to find your mate since you haven’t found her here.”

I growled low in my throat. “Fuck the council. I don’t want a mate. I have women to fuck. Why waste time?”

“Alpha…” Adam hesitated. “You’re turning twenty-five. The pack needs an heir — one only your mate can bear.”

My jaw tightened. “Fine. The pack comes first. But a weak human? I’ll kill the weak thing. Even a werewolf can’t handle me. Prepare for tomorrow. In the meantime, I need a good fuck.”

Adam’s face went pale as he bowed and left. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the pounding of my own pulse. Rage burned in my chest, though deep down something darker stirred — an instinct I didn’t dare name.

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Jenna’s POV:

The next day, I was still fuming about James and Merrisa. They’d announced their engagement yesterday. The whole town knew, and every whisper cut deeper than the last.

I came downstairs to find Mom cooking breakfast. The smell of butter and toast filled the kitchen, but it didn’t comfort me.

“Morning, Mom. Need help?”

“Yes, crack these eggs. We need to eat and get you ready,” she said.

“Get me ready for what?”

“The werewolves’ arrival to search for their mates. Did you forget?”

“Oh. Great.”

“Look, honey, I know you hate this. Every girl does. But it’s not our choice. It’s fate’s. You might even be chosen.”

I slammed the egg down. “Mom, remember your cousin’s aunt? She was chosen as a werewolf’s mate and we never heard from her again!” I stormed off to my room, hands trembling.

By 3 p.m. I was at the event anyway. Every girl from eighteen up was forced to attend so the monsters could find their mates. We lined up, waiting. The air reeked of nerves and fear; I could hear some girls praying under their breath.

The mayor came on stage. “Good day. Breaking news: the Werewolf King himself will be here today to search for his mate.”

Silence. Fear. Even the mayor looked pale.

Then they arrived. And despite everything, damn — for monsters, they were hot. Broad shoulders, sharp eyes, raw power radiating off them.

One by one, werewolves sniffed down the line, some declaring “Mate” and claiming girls. Blossom squeezed my hand.

A blonde with hazel eyes — looking like a model — stopped at Blossom. He sniffed, locked eyes with her, and said “Mate.” Blossom froze as he kissed her, then led her back to our parents.

An hour passed. No one came for me. Relief. My chest loosened. I turned to leave — and bumped into a hard chest. Not a wall.

“Mate.”