Lavender and fire

Roran almost hit the brakes right there on the road. "Your what?!!!"

Lucien's jaw dropped, "You mean like... mate mate? As in fated by the Moon Goddess, mate?"

Kael didn't answer with words. He didn't need to.The growl vibrating in his chest said everything.

Lucien leaned his head back, muttering under his breath. "I'm gonna need a bottle of whiskey and a prayer."

Roran blinked, still stunned "But -- but you were cursed by the Moon goddess, Supreme Alpha, Selene herself declared you would never have a mate. Neither would Throne, nor Morgana. That was part of the prophecy."

"The gods appeared to us again." Kael said, his voice flat, but sounding dangerous, "But that's a story for another day."

The confused expressions on the faces of both his Beta and Gamma didn't change.

Lucien, still gaping and trying to wrap his head around what he just heard. "Wait, wait, wait. So the mateless Alpha, the most cursed amongst us, suddenly wakes up one day and boom— there's a mate?"

"She's close. I can smell her. My wolf's going insane" He placed his palm over his chest where his wolf trashed beneath the surface like a hurricane, yearning to be released. "Drive faster"

Roran didn't need to be told twice. He drove like a madman. "This is serious." He muttered as he and Lucien exchanged looks.

Lucien shrugged "Serious? This is divine intervention serious. Do we need to get holy water? Call the witches?!!”

Kael's eyes flicked to Lucien like a threat.

"I'm shutting up now," Lucien said quickly, adjusting his seatbelt.

Fifteen minutes later,

The black SUV took sharp, winding turns as Kael barked directions. Roran followed without question, knowing better not to test the Alpha's when he was like this.

The vehicle eventually slowed beside a horrific club with bright colorful signs written in front of the club was its name. CLUB DUNE.

Kael was the first to step out as his mate's scent hit him instantly. Lavender and fire. Soft, but searing.

Sweet and yet dangerous. 

Like silk wrapped around a blade.

"My mate!" He could smell her but there was something else—

"Demons," Roran’s voice was low, his eyes changing, turning dangerous. As he stepped out of the car, drawing his dagger from its hidden place in his belt. "Their scent is thick."

Lucien didn't need to wrinkle his nose.

""Holy shit.They are here somewhere, everywhere!"

Kael's hand clenched into fists. His eyes are dangerous. The aching of his wolf was worse now. His eyes kept changing. "They are near her."

No one needed to tell them that Kael's mate might be in serious danger.

The air around Kael shimmered with power, the kind that made the earth hold its breath. His aura pulsed out like a tidal wave— dark, wild and possessive.

"Why would your mate be near demons?" Roran asked, his voice still low. "She's human, right?"

Kael didn't answer. He remembered what the gods said about his mate being half fae and half witch. They didn't say anything about her being human.

But she smelled human, and beneath that was something else. Something unnatural. Something hidden.

Lucien turned sharply, straining his ears. "I hear screams. They must be in front of the club.

"Let's go," Kael said, his steps terrifying. His claws were already out. His wolf was feeling blood thirsty.

Those demons better pray that none of those screams were from his mate or else he will decapitate and kill them over and over again that they wish they were never created. 

The screams got louder as they walked. Then, four girls looked frightened as they ran— so frightened. They ran past the lycans. Demon blood was spluttered all over them, but they didn't look like they were hurt—just traumatized.

"Oh God!" a girl with red hair muttered. She was practically shaking, her legs couldn't hold up again as she collapsed to the floor. Lucien caught her before she hit the ground.

"What happened?" He asked. The girl was still visibly shaken by whatever she saw. And whatever she had seen will forever traumatize her life in the future "What—" 

"She—they… blood everywhere" She tried to make a complete sentence. "I have to run". She stared back. Her eyes widened in horror.

Lucien managed to stand her up. He turned back to look at Kael to know of the Alpha's next move, but Kael was frozen, his eyes staring at a distance.

Lucien made sure the girl could stand well before he let her go. Tracing the direction at which the Alpha's eyes were looking, he stood there in shock. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"What the fuck?" Those were the only words his mouth could form.

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"I don't know." The demon said "No one does. He is like a ghost. Only the upper demons know him. We only get our orders through one of them named Belgium. He has a snake tattoo on his left arm. I swear that's all I know. I'm telling the truth. I beg you Shadow Siren." He pleaded and trembled seeing as the dagger continued piercing against his throat.

"Coward," Seraphina spat, feeling disgusted. One clean slice ended her last target for the night. It was done. "I guess I have to find myself who Belgium is now. Thanks but no thanks, coward. Rest in peace and if you resurrect again, I will be the one to end you again."

She was done here. She turned to go when she felt something, felt like she was being watched, being studied.

In front of the club, hidden in the shadows was a man. A Predator.

He was beautiful in the way storms were beautiful, untamed, wild and catastrophic. His frame was massive, muscles taut beneath his shirt. He had a noble face, sharp jawline and midnight-black hair that curled slightly at the ends. But it was his eyes that stopped her heart. Golden, not pale. A sharp, piercing, beautiful golden eyes that drew her in. It looked ancient, like it had stood the test of time. He wasn't afraid. He was intrigued.

For the first time in her career and her life, Seraphina felt her pulse skip. He was watching her. Studying her. Feeling her. He took a step towards her, nostrils flaring slightly as if he was scenting her.

“No, not human,” She muttered to herself. 

Her grip tightened around the head of her daggers. There was something primal in the way he stood calm, but coiled like a predator.

Every instinct in her screamed danger and something else.

Something she didn't recognize.

"Mate?" she heard him say. 

Her chest tightened, pulse spiking. "Mate? What the hell?"

She stepped back into the shadows lunging to disappear but he moved with inhumane speed, lunging forward— so fast.

She launched through the back exit. Her boots hit the pavement with a slap. She scaled the nearest wall like a spider.

But he was behind her —They were behind her and they were faster, stronger than anything she'd encountered.

"Wait," he roared, his voice thundering across the rooftops.

She didn't.

She dove off the edge of one of the skeleton buildings, using her grapple to land safely as she rolled into a sprint. Her breath came fast. Her adrenaline blazing.

"They must be lycans," she thought to herself as she zigzagged through alleys, from one rooftop to another. They stayed on her tail relentlessly.

Seraphina finally ducked into an old ruined cathedral, hiding behind a collapsed marble pillar. She tried to keep her panting low.

This wasn't part of her plan. The thought of killing them flashed in her mind. She always kept a spare weapon in her boots for whenever she faced dangers like this, and it hadn't come out handy until now.

It was a gun which contained just 3 bullets.

Three normal bullets and one special bullet. She smiled underneath her mask.

A silver bullet with wolfsbane poison could reduce werewolf's strength significantly, but she wasn't sure of Lycans. She was sure that werewolves lost their strength for almost like 48 hours, as for the Lycans, she just had to find out.

She knew that these Lycans would be trouble. She couldn't kill them, especially when the Order didn't input this in her mission for today. And if she killed them now and the Order found out. They might kill her too. Who knows what position these lycans held?

She brought out her gun ready to shoot. At least these bullets would only hurt them and slow them down. They won't die.

She was sure they were rich and influential enough to afford hospital bills and find a way to treat themselves.

There was silence; only Seraphina's shallow breathing could be heard.

Then—

A soft growl, very close to her.

"You smell like lavender and fire." The voice said.

She stilled.

"You killed them like you were born for it."

His voice wasn't angry. He was amused. " —and you are." 

She tried not to move, nor speak.

"I know you can hear me. I saw you." His steps were closer now. She could sense him, even from behind. The air vibrated with his energy.

"You are mine," 

She froze.

Mine? What the hell does that mean?

As she was lost in thoughts, distracted for a moment.

That distraction could've caused her her life. The next thing she saw was the man in front of her, eyes blazing.

"Damn it"

Seraphina stared into his eyes. She felt like she was in a trance. She backed more into the marble pillar.

"Mate"

She felt his hot breath against her neck. Her legs almost gave out, as he wrapped his hands around her neck and drew her harshly towards him.

She could smell him now. Her sense of smell became sharper and she could've sworn that this was the most intoxicating scent she had ever come across.