My Human Mate Rejects Me

Mallory’s POVI’m not sure when or how it started, but every now and then, I’ve been thinking about death. To me, I don’t really care when my time ends. Whether it ends now or tomorrow……a week, a month, a year. I don’t really care. Because no matter what, every single damn day, I’ve been living in this hellhole you called “life”.So, I’m just waiting for the moment to die when the right time comes.Little did I know that my time comes sooner than I thought.===========“W-What?” I couldn’t believe what I’m hearing. My face turns pale as a cold sweat drops from the corner of my jaw. “That’s right, poppet. Yer mum disappeared without a trace.” A man wearing the most ridiculous suit suddenly announces this after dragging me from my work. We are now at the office behind the bar I work in. My boss called me to end my shift earlier to greet this gentleman before I leave.“I—” Normally I have something to say yet this time, I’m rendered speechless beyond my capability to process. Becau

Russell’s POV = A few hours ago = “I’ve had it.” I broke my unusual silence, startling the quivering human as his uncanny bushy mustache nearly flipped off from the way he jolted. “S-Sir?” The veins visibly shown on my side jaws as my lips slowly curve into a wide grin. Seeing all the women present in my room with mortification as they slowly backed away, perhaps I had turned into a madman in their eyes. “This,” I mused, looking at each and every woman lining up in front of me. "Beautiful, well-dressed women who were sent by their fathers solely to attain the prestige that was being sought." “Hadn't this been a forced matchmaking schtick the old man made, I would have all sent you to the pack’s whorehouse,” I added, enjoying the sight of their bodies trembling in fear. When I rose up from my seat, one girl dropped to her knees, eyes streaming with her tears along with her ugly mascara while begging to be spared. Not long after, they all cried and begged to be sent home. I si

Mallory’s POV I doubt he is the type to joke around when he shows that expression. His eyes, bright shades of green, are fixated on mine with the intensity that holds me captive. He hasn’t moved and long arms lean comfortably on the silver steel of the elevator wall between my head, trapping me from the chance of escaping. My eyes peer through behind his muscular shoulder and catch a reflection of a vicious predator in the form of a human man towering over his prey.A typical sight that wolves usually do to their victims.“You swear under your pack that you won’t hurt her?” My voice quivers as my hand slowly clenches into a fist. Finding my fear amusing to his ears, the wolf smirks. “Without a doubt.”Wolves are known for their deceit but intuition of mine tells me I should at least trust him even once. What choice do I have left now that I’m under his mercy?I lower my head, the throbbing of my whole body from this endless chase and this whole ordeal has taken a toll on my thou

Saul’s POV Fifteen years. It took us fifteen years searching for the impossible. Fated Mates are now a relic of the past since we took over the humans and conquered the world. Since then, we have the freedom of choice, we choose our mates based on our desires and the Moon Goddess allows it. It has been like this for decades. Until the Moon Goddess decided to bring back “fated mates” through Russell DeLucci’s test. If I had to be honest, I almost gave up but seeing the young master’s perseverance from even marrying candidates of his father's choosing, I am more than impressed and prouder to serve under him. He continues to resist against marriage and despite years of being without a Luna in our pack, we still reign superior in the depths of the underground world. Yet, today was a complete shock for me. As I stare at the young human child being physically checked by our private doctors, I clench my fists. Why does his fated mate have to be human, of all things? Why, Moon Godde

Mallory’s POV The command hangs in the air like a death sentence, and before I can comprehend the situation I am in, one of the wolf-men at the center lunges at me before changing into a large brown wolf. I am in such a frantic peril that I turn my back against the incoming attack as I let out a guttural scream. But in that heartbeat of terror, I feel the movement next to me in a blurred motion and I quickly turn—curiosity has overtaken me—as I witness the aggressor fly from my view and collide straight to the wall. The large werehound slides down and collapses on the floor, unconscious. Russell stands before me, his leg is in the air, and poses a perfect kick. He doesn’t stop from there, he turns to face the remaining black-suit men and swiftly kicks the nearest one, a psychotic large grin plastered on his face. Seeing that as a warning, the men back away, fear ingrained in their bodies as they catch sight of his animalistic side. Russell turns to his father. “Are you off yo