CHAPTER FOUR: RAGE

JASMINE

Mate?

How is that possible? So soon?

Daisy told me it takes time to find your mate, and when you do, they would love you and protect you making all the waiting worth it.

I look back at the Alpha before me. He is incredibly handsome and is mine to love. His cold angry eyes are like a bucket of cold water on my head.

He's not excited. Heck I don't even feel the bond so I don't see where his excitement should come from. I must have suppressed my wolf far too long.

A sharp pain brings me back from my thoughts, some stupid wolf who was untying me pulled on my hurt shoulder. He immediately apologizes to his alpha.

Ha! Like he is the one who felt the pain, Then again I'm their prisoner.

“I’ll handle this. We’ll get her medical attention. You need to step away, before it gets worse.” says the wolf shifter who strutted in with a hospital cart filled with torture devices promising me pain.

My mate does waste a second before walking out. My wolf whimpers, I know she feels the connection to his wolf, but again the sun-moon flower tea seems to work wonders even on a spiritual level.

I was helped up from the chair, as much as I don't want to get their hands on me ,I was too weak to walk on my own.

As I was taken out of the cell, I looked at the guards and saw a familiar face, this fucking wolf did this to me and bragged to his peers. Then it occurred to me, he never talked about Sloane.

" Where's Sloane" I asked.

" Who?" My captor asked , fear lacing his voice.

Maybe it's because he heard his alpha recognize me as his mate or I was too concussed.

" The girl that was with me when you attacked me" I say getting annoyed, there were only two of us in my apartment.

" You mean the wolf less Omega?"

Wolfless Omega?

"No! Sloane's a human!" I say my voice coming out high pitched.

" No, there were no humans with you ma'am, but if it helps, I brought the omega along, she's in the room opposite" he says.

I try to run towards the room he pointed, but fatigue weights down on me, the wolf helping me, holds me tighter to steady me.

" Bring her out, well take her to the infirmary Incase of injuries" says the wolf who seems to be a friend to my mate.

" Thank you...." I draw out trying to know his name, I can't always call him Mr psycho in my head.

" Xavier Malvore, second in command under Alpha Lucien Malvore".

Lucien, so that's the name of my mate, my wolf softly purrs as I repeat his name.

" What's taking so so long" Xavier snaps at the guards who sluggishly fumbles with the key to the door.

He's hesitating.

My God! What has he done to her.

My answer came with the thick scent of blood as the cell door is opened. There she was, my best friend almost lifeless on the cold floor, blood pooling on the floor. If not for the faint raising and falling of her chest, I wouldn't be able to tell if she is alive.

My wolf thrashes in my chest, growling in anger at the sight of Sloane's condition, this is the most active she has been since I began taking the tea.

I see Xavier stumble into the cell, he crouches down and caresses her pale cheeks, eyebrows and slowly brushes her hair behind her ears.

She is still wearing her black dress, but unfortunately, her dress was torn in some ambiguous places nearly exposing her to the eyes of every male shifter here.

I see some bruises around her body, it's obvious for all to see, she was almost assaulted but instead chose to fight her attacker. Her attacker had been so vicious to stab his claws into her stomach.

I turned my eyes to my captor who was shaking like a sieve. Everyone got the gist from the crime scene and turned to the culprit. To my surprise they were all angry, like this is unacceptable to them.

"Mark" Xavier says coldly, devoid of any emotions.

Turning back to the cell, I see that he was walking out of the cell, his face expressionless, his claws growing out of his finger tips, hairs sprouting from his skin, and lastly his eyes, light golden eyes.

His wolf is at the surface, and is in control.

Alpha wolf, although not as dominant as my mate, there's no denying that he is an alpha wolf shifter.

" How dare you touch my mate!"

He roars out angrily , shifting into his massive wolf form and lunging at mark. Mark whimpers and shifts into his smaller wolf form, defending himself.

Xavier's wolf is a massive five foot nine Alpha with brown fur while mark was a grey wolf, five foot at best. He is big for a gamma wolf. But what is a gamma wolf before an Alpha wolf. An Alpha wolf who has lost all reasoning to begin with.

Chaos erupts, the other wolves try to separate them only to be on the receiving end of his wrath. I hear some muttering about calling the alpha, as for me, I'm just seething with anger.

Xavier called himself Sloane's mate, but how can he just fight and forget that his actual mate is bleeding to death.

Is he worthy

" ENOUGH!" I growled out angrily, my wolf pushing to the surface.

Xavier and mark pause fighting in a way that would've been comical if not for the situation at hand.

" STOP FIGHTING AND TAKE HER TO THE INFIRMARY, NOW!" I commanded using my long lost alpha voice.

Xavier moves from the battered and bruised body of mark's wolf form and walks passed me and into the cold cell that housed Sloane. While passing me I see defiance in his eyes.

I'm not his Alpha.

A guard drops a black hoodie and slacks. We turned around to give him privacy, the sound of bones cracking and muffled grunts of pain came from the room.

Soon a shirtless Xavier came out carrying Sloane. She had the hoodie one, covering her scrap of a dress. Xavier walks towards the stairs waiting for no one.

I try to follow, but the world tilts sideways, exhaustion from my wolf coming to the surface crashes on me, I barely recognize what's going.

Strong arms cradled me, holding me to a strong chest. The delicious smell alert me of who is holding me.

My destined lover.

My mate.