Never letting you go.

Alan's POV

She looked shocked.  

Of course, she was shocked. We barely had time for introductions the night before. I was all over her like a damned wolf in heat. 

I couldn't help myself when I saw her at the bar. She was beautiful. Even now with those dazzling grey eyes staring up at me, I could feel a familiar stirring in my chest.  

And another in my loins.  

No woman had ever captivated me the way she did.  

Mostly because I had never allowed it. I had a pack to run and I certainly wasn't interested in leading any female on. I wanted my mate and her alone.  

I had waited a long time for Natasha. Now that she was here, there was no way in hell that I would let her go.  

"Marriage?!" Matt's bellow reached my ears, drawing me out of the dark corner of my thoughts. I tossed him a scathing look. 

I would deal with him later.  

"Luna?" The girl he had cheated on Natasha with echoed and gaped at me like a fish out of water.  

Natasha stepped away from me, giving me a nervous smile. "Ah... Uhm, Alpha." 

My wolf gave a sound that sounded more like a scoff. I was beginning to think he wasn't exactly pleased with his match. Which was odd. I had expected that he would rejoice at the sight of our mate.  

He certainly had been smitten with her the night before.  

"Call me Alan," I murmured, stepping closer to her.  Her scent, intoxicating as ever filled my nose.  

Addicted. I was already addicted.   

Mine.  

"Alpha, sir, I don't think this is appropriate." The registrar stuttered, but a hard glare from me shut him up.  

"What exactly isn't appropriate about this?" I asked.  Natasha tried to step away from me, so I snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her body against me.  

She gasped and memories of her making those naughty mewls and sounds the night before filled my head. Goddess, she had been perfect.  

So fucking perfect.    

I should get this marriage on the way.  

"I found my mate," I said, raising a brow at the registrar who cowered in submission. "One would think that you would be thankful for me. This pack has needed a Luna for a long time." 

"B-But it can't be her!" Matt cried like a tiny pathetic kid whose favorite toy had been taken away from him.  

When he informed me about the divorce, I had Ben investigate to confirm Matt's words. It didn't take much to find out he had been cheating on his wife.  

And that he intended to rob her of her things just so he could be with his crazy girlfriend. Oh, I knew all about Emily as well.  

What I hadn't expected was finding out my Nephew's wife was my mate.  

"It will be her," I told him point-blank before turning to Natasha. "I apologize deeply for the way my nephew treated you. I am here now, and I promise that no one will ever hurt you, Natasha." 

Her eyes widened a fraction, and I grinned.  

Ah, the little wolf loved the way I called her name. That pleased me immensely.  

"Uncle, you seriously cannot-"

"You will remain quiet!" I infused a bit of authority into my voice and listened as Matt whined but remained quiet.   I turned to Natasha then, my eyes dropped in a hooded gaze. "Say yes, darling. What could you possibly stand to lose?" 

Her eyes flickered nervously. She threw a nervous look at Matt and flinched. He must have glared at her. I cupped her jaw and lowered my head until our lips were mere centimeters apart. Her warm breath fanned my jaw. Her lips, perfect, sweet pink bows, begged to be kissed.  

"Say yes, Natasha," I murmured. Her breathing quickened and I loved it. I trailed a hand slowly over the outline of her hips under that dress, recalling how I gripped onto them last night, thrusting, taking, claiming her.  

Mine.  

"Yes." 

It was a whisper. Soft and husky, but it was loud and clear still. Matt gasped. His lady love muttered a curse about my mate, and I growled in response. She dropped her head in a bow mumbling an apology.  

"Perfect," I grinned and turned to the registrar. "I believe we have a wedding to announce."

"Yes, Alpha.” 

"Good." I chuckled and placed my palm over the small of Natasha's back and led her out of the courthouse.  

I could hear a couple of cameras clicking and knew the paparazzi were at it again. But today, I didn't mind. I had my mate after waiting a long fucking time. I could tolerate them.  

I led her to my car, keeping her close to me, occasionally taking a whiff of her intoxicating scent. My chauffeur stepped out of the car, but I waved him off. 

"I've got this," I murmured, opening the car door for Natasha to enter.  

Those grey eyes stared up at me in horror as if realizing what was happening and then she began shaking her head.  

Shit.  

"What's wrong?" 

"Uhm, I'm sorry, Alpha—"

“—It's Michael," I corrected gently. 

"I… uhm… I only said yes because I didn't want to lose face in front of that jerk… I mean Matt." She blurted and clamped a hand over her mouth.  

I cocked my head to the side, a smile teasing my lips at how adorable she was.  

"I don't see how that changes anything.” 

"I can't marry you." She exclaimed. 

"And why is that? We're fated Mates, aren't we?" 

She flushed and shook her head. "We don't know that for sure. I was drunk last night. I may have been delusional and dreamt up a hot sexy man."

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I turned and pinned her against the car. A dream? Well, I could fucking rectify that.  

"Shall I show you then?" I murmured, skimming her neck with my lips. She swallowed when my tongue teased the dip in her neck. "Just how real am I?"