05~ I Will Always Find You

DENVER'S P*O*V

I opened the windows so that the breeze could infiltrate my room. There was this unique smell that lingered through my nostrils as I sniffed in the air.

It was very faint like whoever owned it had been here a while ago. So faint but my wolf took notice of it.

It stirred something inside me. It had hints of rosemary smell, and it was invigorating, causing my wolf to purr.

Could this be my mate?

I followed it, letting it lead me to whoever the scent belonged to. But as I kept searching, I realized it was directing me to the woodside.

At first, I felt suspicious about the feeling. I assumed the scent must belong to an intruder, so I let my curiosity take hold of me.

When I saw her, I felt lost, confused and these were not the kind of feelings that I easily welcomed.

I am the Alpha for crying out loud. The most respected and feared Lycan king, yet, I had grown weak for a female. And it's not just any ordinary female, it's my slave!

I felt intimidated. 

So humiliated that the moon goddess of all the people in the world would mate me with my slave? Why would she look down on me?

"Mark!" I called as I rounded up the paperwork.

If there's one thing I could do to her when I set my eyes on her, I'd punish her for attempting to leave the pack.

I relaxed against the leather chair, sighing deeply.

This is the least I had ever expected. Finding out Dan's daughter is my mate freaks me out. The daughter of my debtor, who would do whatever it takes to protect his selfish interest.

All the thoughts of wanting to have a mate vanished in a blink of an eye. It's as if my hatred, my anger for her grew in a second, and I couldn't wait to pour out that anger on her. 

She looked beautiful. I never seemed to have noticed until last night as the moonlight shone directly on her face. But I did my best not to let it distract me.

There's got to be a way to solve this. This definitely is a mistake. The moon goddess must have been mistaken to choose someone like her to me.

Mark walked in after a knock. I was in deep thought but I had to act cool on seeing him.

"The Silver Stone pack sent a message a few minutes ago, they are inviting you to have a few words with them. I sent them an email that you are preoccupied and won't be able to make it, but they insisted they want you in the pack."

Mark reported as he hung his phone over to me. I read their reply, giving a nod. 

"Tell them I approve their invitation. When is this meeting held?" I asked, standing on my feet.

"In two days time." 

As we reached the door, a familiar feeling washed over me. The same rosemary scent filled the air and I could perceive it like it's just outside my door.

I knew it was Skylar, and she's just outside my room. 

The moment I exited my room, it was as if the scent had just increased, weakening a part of me. I attempted to divert my attention to my wristwatch, but the enticing aroma continued to lure me.

I turned, and there was my mate, staring back at me.

"Now here's the little kitten who tried to run away."

Approaching her, I could feel the fear emanating from her. Her legs quivered as she took a step back. I halted in front of her, maintaining a slight distance between us. Though her enticing scent tempted me, I resisted the urge.

I gently lifted her chin, drawing her face nearer to mine. "Did you believe I wasn't aware of your intention to escape?" I called out to Mark, "Wait for me downstairs."

I waited until he was out of sight, then turned my attention to the frightened figure in front of me. She had let the mop stick fall to the ground, and despite her attempts to appear brave, her nervousness was still clear.

"I believe by now you should know your reason for being here. If only your father was smart enough, he would have pleaded for more time. However, he didn't. He felt pride was the best option to fight things." I let go of her chin.

"You weren't my business in the first place, but then you became mine the moment he sold you off. So, I believe that you of all people should respect that fact and behave yourself."

"I know my father's actions were unjustifiable, but I am not your enemy, neither am I your debtor."

"Yes, you are. As long as you're his daughter, you are my enemy. And you will remain here for as long as I want."

"Why?"

"Why what?" I arched my brows.

"Why do you hate me this much?"

"Hate?" I scoffed. "Hate is an understatement. You should be grateful you're still alive, I wouldn't have bothered myself having you as a slave."

I watched as tears rolled down her cheeks, seeing it made me happy.

"So, you felt running away would give you the freedom you long asked for?" I shook my head. "No. You can run away as far as you want, but I want you to get one thing straight. You can never hide from me, because I will find you."