Chapter 1

A/N: After this chapter all others will be in character point of views.

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It was past midnight; the moon was high in the sky, shining its rays of moonlight for the creatures of the dark, and the beings that lurked within the darkness, but soon it was hidden by clouds that dropped soft snowflakes onto the earth. Wisped away by the chilly air, the snowflakes made their way down, slowly and elegantly, like a passionate dancer, who was coupled with the frosty air. The heavy snow kept falling from the skies and onto the ground like it was an unstoppable rising mountain. It seemed all the stars had made an appearance in the sky for tonight, only to be hidden behind the clouds. It was all in all quiet, the only sound that was heard was the wind as they led the snowflakes softly to their way down to the ground. The cold breeze could be felt against one's face, making them pale and cold. The air was fresh, all one could smell were the pine cones and evergreen trees surrounded by the snow.

 But all he could smell was the intoxicating scent of roses and lilies. The snow only made the scent pungent, and it stirred awake the beast within him.

 He was storming out of his office. Once again is stupid Beta, couldn't do anything right; always acted like a brother, more than a Beta, who needed to follow orders. If he had stayed there any longer, he was more than sure he would have probably ended up killing his Beta, but he needed his Beta, even though he hated to admit it. So he had to get out, no, he needed to get out, or else blood would have split.

 He slammed the front door shut. He growled loudly shifting into his strong silver wolf. The feel of his bones breaking and forming was just a dull ache now, after years of shifting, he has gotten used to it. Running deep into the woods, he practically felt pride with him feeling the fear of some pack members radiating off them, but he also felt the respect, those were the two words he drilled into them. The feel of when people feared him and they were begging for mercy at his feet, he loved it. They could do all the begging they could but he would only smirk and rip them open. People feared him, and that is the way he liked it. That is the way he wanted his life. Respect and fear were what he wanted from his pack, one couldn't be there without the other, not in his pack.

 He growled feeling his wolf trying to reign, "Xaviour!" He growled to his wolf, fighting him back, but that was until a sweet mouth-watering scent hit his nostrils. He stopped letting his senses be embraced in that intoxicating scent; an intoxicating scent of roses and lilies.

His wolf's body now moved on its own accord, following the scent that drove him crazy. He could feel his wolf once again starting to get restless, what was drawing him towards the scent he didn't know, but he had the sudden urge to find its source at all costs.

 ''Mate," growled his wolf, which only made him push himself faster, towards a clear where she was.

''MATE!'' His wolf growls louder. With that, he smirked.

 He had been looking for her, for five years now. After the countless mating balls, he attended and hosted this is where he finds her.

 Soft whimpers and sobs broke him away from those thoughts.

 'She's crying? Pathetic!' He thought. 

  "Is she hurt?" His wolf asked, anxious to see her eyes and mark what's his.

 Without responding to his wolf he stepped out of the dark towards her, only for a twig to break under his weight. Her body tensed as she suddenly silenced herself. He debated whether or not to approach the scared little thing.

Then, she quickly whipped her head around as her eyes frantically searched around, with a smile playing on her lips. But that smile was quickly replaced with a frown, her eyes widened as her gaze set on his large wolf figure. Fear soon started to radiate on her in waves. His eyes travelled down her whole body, taking in every curve and every feature, but it was her dark eyes that really drew him in; so dark, yet they held so much light. The dark-eyed beauty gazed upon him with amazement flickering in her pupils. Her exquisite shining dark hair flowed beautifully down her shoulders and ended at mid-back; a perfect length to his opinion, not too long and not too short.

 After studying the innocent little girl before him he stepped forward  Her striking dark browns that looked almost black, locked with his own, and he couldn't tear his gaze from her. Her eyes had him enchanted.

"How can something so dark hold so much light?" He heard his wolf speak.

 "I don't know; her eyes are truly enchanting." He murmured to his wolf, never-taking his eyes off the girl before him. So innocent and delicate...

Taking further steps towards the small girl he seems to have startled her. She broke the gaze as fear rose within her small being once again; he could literally smell her fear. She moved back slowly, her frame shaking ever so slightly, he sighed, it wasn't supposed to be this hard. Deciding to take slow and steady towards her, he felt his wolf trying to connect with her own, but that's when he realised she didn't have one.

"She's human?" His wolf exclaimed.

 She was indeed a human, not a werewolf, like himself. Why was his mate a human?! Was that even possible? A human mate was never heard of! 

 She must have thought he was going to hurt her because she quickly stood up, only she fell back down onto the snow.

'How cute,' his wolf commented.

"Great...she's clumsy!" He groaned.

 Not only was she human, but she seems to be clumsy! What more pleasant surprises did the Moon goddess have in store for him?

 Shaking his head, he decided to help her up, allowing her to sit back up again. He had never been this gentle with a girl before. He never gave a girl a kind gesture. Foreign emotions were spiralling within him, ones he had no understanding of. He didn't even understand why he suddenly came to the decision of helping her. Hell, he only used any girl he encountered for pleasure. He never approached, they all came to him. He sees how they flirt and if it catches his attention, he would give them a good try of a fu*k and seeing how well they had satisfied him, he would usually pay them nicely. This was truly the first time he gave a girl a kind gesture.

Pulling himself back to reality, he locked eyes with her again. This dark-eyed beauty had his whole undivided attention now. Then she did the unexpected; with her left hand, she started to brush against his silver fur. He heard her gasp in surprise. But what surprised him was that she was brave enough to touch him. Didn't a huge wolf scare her? Or was it the mate bond speaking?

 He let out a possessive growl, one he didn't know he was holding. He was starting to enjoy the feel of her small delicate hand brush through his fur. He found himself placing his head onto her lap, allowing himself to relax under his mate's touch. Sparks spread through him. He wondered if she felt any.

 He frowned, hearing suddenly someone far off. She did too, he noticed, her attention was divided. Perking his ear up he realised it was a male's voice that she seems to have recognised. The thought caused anger to sweep through his veins; she belonged to him. The male voice must have called her name and it sounded foreign; the accent was thick, maybe that's why he couldn't figure it out. His mate looked South Asian, yes, but also Indian. She must be Indian. Her gaze flicked, put to the watch one her wrist, he watched as her eyes widening. She wasn't supposed out here. 

 "What do you think? Little human girl out in the forest at night! What could possibly go wrong?!" His wolf snapped. He rolled his eyes, blocking out his wolf's thoughts.

 "Can you help me, I need to get back to my parents?" A soft melodic voice reached his ears afterwards; it was a very strong Indian accent. Her voice sounded so sweet and pure; like a beautiful melody, carried by the breeze. He watched her eyes widened in realisation; she was talking to a wolf, he chuckled seeing how much of an open book she was. If she was human then she's probably better off with her family...for now anyway, he thought. He stood up and jerked his head from the direction the voice came from. Whoever that male was, he better not is someone who's in a relationship with her. But judging from the voice, it sounded like a man in his mid-forties; perhaps her father.

 He could see the shock crystal clear in her eyes. She doesn't understand how a wolf had such intelligence.

 He leads her quietly back to her home while fighting both his own and his wolf's urge to touch her. He sensed the relief and happiness flood through her as a wooden house came into view.

 She cheered jumping up and down and twirling in joy. He smirked, she had a mind of a kid. ready to run back into the house

 She was more than ready to bound back into the house when he stopped her by a low growl, careful not to scare her. Once again, a gesture foreign to himself.

 "Oh.." She giggled nervously, "Umm...thank you?" An awkward and shy smile played on lips, as she found it hard to look him in the eyes.

 Now he had her full attention, he had realised he had no idea why he stopped her. Perhaps it was the mate bond wanting to keep her close to him. Perhaps, he didn't want her to leave. In all honesty, he just wanted to drag her back to his home, preferably to his bed...

 He frowned realising he still hadn't known the name of his mate. With his large paw, he suddenly found himself writing his name on the snow beneath them. He knew was risking the truth about werewolves being found out, but she was his mate she would know, eventually. She was bound to.

 He saw her eyes widening in shock and surprise. She was hesitant. Then she spoke, allowing her beautiful voice to reach his ears, "Mine's A-Athina." Her voice was so quiet, it wouldn't scare off the tiniest of creatures of the forest. Pure and delicate.

 With a nod of his head, he ran back into the deep snowy woods.

 He could hear parents comforting her. He didn't want to leave, his mate, Athina, was supposed to be with him. He truly wanted her by his side now. The mate bond was already taking its effects, much too quickly for his liking. He really couldn't stay away. He needed to see her once again, then he would leave, at least until tomorrow. He soon found himself racing back to the direction of the house. Keeping himself hidden within the trees and bushes, he watched. He saw his raven-haired beauty, in between the people who appeared to be her parents, close to the fireplace. They appeared to be giving out to her. She had a perfect family taking care of her. He realised. he felt pity for her, she would soon be dragged into the world of blood and chaos he lived in. 

 As if sensing him, her head slowly turned towards him. He was sure she could see him, so when she turned back to her mother, he ran off.

"I'll be back, little mate..."