After Dylan’s conversation with his mom, he came to the conclusion that he would move into the pack house. He can’t continue living with his family because at this rate, he’ll probably not make it out alive if he gets into another fight with his dad.
While heading to the pack house to clean up a room for himself, Dylan’s phone started to ring. He decided to ignore it since he wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, but the caller didn’t seem like he was going to give up anytime soon, so he reached for his phone inside his pocket. Just as he was he was about to answer the call, a black armored Chevrolet Suburban SUV pulled up beside him and two buff guys on shades climbed out of the car. One stood in front of him, blocking his path while the other stood behind him.
“What is this about?” Dylan irritatedly asked, thinking this was his dad’s doing.
Neither of the men responded to his question, but rather the one in front nodded in signal to the other, who immediately covered Dylan’s nose with a chloroform soaked handkerchief. Dylan thrashed and kicked, at the same time trying to hold his breath.
‘Where the hell did everyone suddenly go?’ he wondered, glancing around his surroundings as he was forcefully dragged into the SUV.
Dylan tried to fight back while in the SUV but the chloroform was already starting to take effect, causing him to feel drowsy and his actions sluggish. He eventually gave up and lapsed into unconsciousness.
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Dylan’s eyes slowly and unwillingly fluttered open to an unfamiliar room. The room looked like a study but it definitely wasn’t his dad’s study. This one looked classy and exquisite. His nostrils was suddenly hit with a strong scent. It was the same vanilla scent he had perceived on his eighteenth birthday. A sweet soft voice then distracted his focus from the heavenly smell.
“I’ll talk to you later. I think he’s awake.” The voice said.
Dylan’s eyes followed the sound of the soothing voice and stopped at the chair behind the desk. His wolf began jumping with excitement, making his palms sweaty. He didn’t have the time to shut his wolf because he was waiting expectantly to see the mystery person behind the chair.
Seconds felt like an eternity for Dylan, who had sat up straight to have a better view. He had totally forgotten about the fact that he was kidnapped and brought to God knows where.
She swiveled the chair around to face him and it was as if time stopped. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest from the goddess before him. She was breathtakingly beautiful with her effortlessly smooth tanned skin and her sleek black hair, that cascaded down her lower back as she gracefully rose to her feet. Damn! She was blessed in all the right places.
Dylan gulped, staring lustfully at the approaching female dressed in all black. It was a simple black tank top and jeans with a black leather jacket and ankle boots but it didn’t look regular on her, rather she looked drop dead sexy. She crouched down in front of him, her caramel orbs staring directly into his blue ones in a relaxed manner.
“Hello, mate” she greeted in that enchanting voice of hers, causing his eyes to flicker from blue to gold.
Her lips curved in a smile at his wolf’s reaction and she affectionately brushed her hand over his. This slight body contact made his wolf howl in excitement, but Dylan wasn’t as excited as his wolf. He felt used and betrayed even though he was only meeting her for the first time. The only reason why he hasn’t walked away was the undeniable mate bond he could feel between them, and at the moment he hated the mate bond because it has prevented him from showing his displeasure.
“You knew all this time.” His voice was surprisingly calm while he spoke, his eyes not leaving hers even for a second.
She said nothing in reply, confirming his statement.
Dylan’s eyes carefully followed her as she stood up from her previous position.
“What difference does it make?” She replied with no hint of regret or remorse.
All these years he was worried about his mate. Who she was, where she was, what she looked like? Hell! He even wondered if she was still alive. He was repeatedly taunted by his father and some pack members for being mateless, meanwhile his mate was very much aware of his existence, yet she didn’t give a damn about him. Is this the reward he gets for faithfully waiting for his mate?
“You know… For a pack famously known to be the second strongest in the world, your security is quite poor.” She mocked, suddenly changing the subject.
“I will not sit here and let you disrespect my pack-“
“And what are you going to do about it?” She questioned indignantly, her eyes flickering for the first time.
There was something about her voice which made Dylan speechless. If he couldn’t recognize what it was, his wolf already did. It was authority.
Why would a female werewolf have this much dominance that can make his wolf cower away in fear?
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply to suppress her wolf.
“I was there on your eighteenth birthday.” She confessed, breaking the awkward silence.
“Why didn’t you show up then? Why did you make me feel like a complete fool? And why are you suddenly interested now?... What am I saying? If you were interested, you wouldn’t send some strangers to treat me like a criminal.” Dylan bombarded her with these questions, hoping she could clear the air by answering them all.
“The only reason I can tolerate you speaking to me in this manner is because you’re my mate and this is our first meeting.” She gritted her teeth to control her wolf from revealing itself. She didn’t want to scare her mate on their first encounter.
“To answer your questions…” she continued.
“I didn’t show up then because it wasn’t the right time, and.. sending those strangers was the only way you could come here without making things public.” She concluded.
“What happens to my family? How would they know my whereabouts?”
“I am your family!”
Dylan felt like hitting something right now. The aura of authority and confidence around his mate was too overwhelming and he hated it because it reminded him of his father.
Not being able to control his anger, he punched the glass coffee table in front of the couch, shattering it into pieces before glaring at his mate who was already staring at him.
Was that lust in her eyes or was it adoration? Dylan couldn’t make out the emotion in his mate’s eyes as she quickly masked it with a poker face.
“Welcome home, Dylan.” she said with a proud smirk and started her way to the door.
“How come you know my name, but I don’t know yours?” Dylan confusedly asked.
When he realized that she was going to leave the study without giving him a reply, he demanded,
“Who are you?”
She stopped just when her hand made contact with the door knob.
“Alpha Isabel Martinez” she replied in a voice that wasn’t hers.
‘Martinez, Martinez, Martinez.’ The name wouldn’t stop ringing in Dylan’s ears. That was a name every werewolf dreaded. The mere thought of the name ‘Martinez’ terrified both young and old werewolves to their bones.What in the world did he do to offend the moon goddess, to make her give him such a mate? Why of all the packs in the world did the moon goddess decide that his mate should come from Greenwood’s rival pack, the most feared pack in the world, the Pride pack.Dylan slumped on the couch, too perplexed to even think. His life was far worse than hell.Isabel leaned against the door with a heavy sigh. She finally has her mate, her companion, the missing piece that completes her, the love of her life in her pack, in her life. This was undoubtedly the most fulfilling day in her entire life. For three years she felt empty and incomplete, always looking forward to the right moment when she was prepared enough to meet her mate. She worked so hard all these years to be a better alpha
A loud knock on the door woke Dylan up the next morning. Surprisingly he slept like a baby all through the night. He grumbled at whoever was interrupting his sound sleep and dragged himself out of bed. He wasn’t completely awake until he opened the door and a well built six foot guy with brown hair and eyes walked into the bedroom with a pile of clothes in his hands. He carefully placed them on the bed and turned around to face a fully awake Dylan.“Good morning alpha. Alpha Martinez asked me to bring these to you –““Hold on. I think you’re making a mistake… I’m not your alpha.” Dylan interrupted, thinking the stranger in front of him was referring to Isabel and her dad.“Where is Isabel?” He didn’t wait for a reply and was already making his way outside the bedroom.“She’s on her usual morning run.” The stranger who was behind Dylan replied.‘At least we have something in common.’ He thought to himself.“And you are?..”“Fernando. I’m a delta in the pack but currently, I’m at your s
Dylan kept receiving stares from the pack members. Fernando was currently taking him on a tour around the pack as instructed by Isabel. In comparison with Greenwood pack, Pride pack was also a very large pack with vast green area and mountains. The pack consisted of separate pack houses probably due to their large population. Unlike other packs, the Pride pack was quite populated. Surprisingly, its population didn’t just comprise of werewolves, but also humans.‘How could a pack considered to be selfish and brutal to outsiders have so many humans in it?’ Dylan couldn’t help but wonder.“We’re here.” Fernando’s voice interrupted Dylan’s thoughts. He was referring to the pack’s training camp which Dylan insisted on seeing.He couldn’t conceal the surprise on his face as he stared at the vast training ground. Any werewolf would be eager to train in such an environment.No wonder they had the largest number of warriors.“Let me show you around.” Fernando said, guiding Dylan around the cam
The alarm went off at 5:30am. Isabel threw her arms on the nightstand, lazily reaching for the alarm and turning it off. She stretched herself out on the bed and stared at the ceiling, to keep herself fully awake. Her thoughts couldn’t help but wander back to her mate. He was everything she desired in a mate. From his gorgeous dirty blonde hair that she felt tempted to run her fingers through, to his perfectly defined facial features. She could already imagine his sexy stubbles tickling her cheeks while they share a steamy kiss, with his strong arms around her waist. Isabel started feeling hot from these careless and filthy thoughts. She threw the duvet on the floor and jumped out of bed to distract herself from the thought of her mate. The heat wasn’t going away, much to her displeasure. “What’s going on?” She mumbled, rushing into the bathroom to have a quick shower. This isn’t right. She wasn’t supposed to go into heat until next week, that was why she gave her mate only a wee
Dylan pondered over the words he just heard. Did he hear correctly or was his ear playing tricks on him? His mate was in a relationship with another werewolf, not just any werewolf but her beta. Why does his life have to be this way? Why does everyone he’s connected to always make him feel like the second best in everything? Even his own mate who was well aware of his existence, who was supposed to desire only him found comfort in the arms of another werewolf. Why was he here, then? What is the point of being with someone whose desire won’t be for him alone? Dylan slowly pulled his fingers away from hers. For a moment, he saw the look of hurt on her face, but it vanished almost immediately and was replaced by a straight face. “Get my car ready.” She said to Fernando, who was the only person still present. “Why didn’t you put him in his place?” She asked Dylan as soon as her cousin left their presence. She was referring to Carlos. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” A disappointed Dyl
Isabel pushed him hard against the wall and slammed her lips on his for a hungry kiss. She desperately wanted to forget about the previous day’s incident, so she pressed herself harder against him, biting his lower lip for entrance. She explored every inch of his mouth, leaving no room for thought. He kissed her back with the same intensity as he has desired this moment for some time now. Her tight grip on his hair as she devoured his mouth was getting him aroused. Without breaking away from the kiss, she undid his jeans, sliding her free hand inside his briefs, making it impossible for him to think straight. Carlos didn’t mind Isabel having her way with him as long as he could satisfy her. That was how the pair started an affair that should never have been. END OF FLASHBACK Isabel closed her eyes with a deep sigh. When she opened them back, they were no longer gold in color, meaning she was in control of her wolf. “Carlos..,” she calmly cal
Isabel arrived home to find Fernando and Dylan in the living room. Fernando’s eyes were glued to the TV while Dylan’s thoughts was obviously somewhere else. His head jerked up the moment she closed the door behind her. They gazed at each other for what felt like forever until Dylan tore his eyes away from her with a frown evident on his face. Isabel’s heart ached from Dylan’s action. ‘How does she make it up to her mate?’ she wondered as she made her way towards the sofa where her mate and cousin were both seated. “Alpha” her cousin smiled, acknowledging her presence. “Have you guys had dinner?” She quietly asked, taking a curious look at the dining area for any sign of dinner. “Uh..” Fernando scratched the back of his neck to show his nervousness. “Tell me what happened.” Isabel used the mind link instead, as she noticed her cousin’s hesitation. “Alpha Dylan has refused to eat any food. He has been upset ever since he got back from the training ground.” Isabel clenched her te
“Why did you treat our mate that way?” Dylan’s wolf snarled at him, as he paced his room restlessly, mentally cursing himself for acting like an asshole towards his mate. “ I couldn’t help it. I’m still mad at her for what she did.” He tried to defend his actions. “That’s no excuse. She’s in pain and we’re the only ones who can make her feel better.” “I know. I know…” His wolf wasn’t helping at all. It kept growling and grunting, and scolding him for ruining the perfect chance of claiming his mate. He had no clue what it felt like for a female werewolf in heat, since he was a male werewolf, but he could tell from Isabel’s body language when he had walked into the kitchen that she was in intense pain. What if she goes to some other male werewolf since Carlos is in a coma? He would never forgive himself if that happens. “What are you still waiting for?!” His livid wolf yelled. Dylan obeyed his wolf without a second thought, running out of the room to meet Isabel. He would be th