The Alpha's Human Seer

(Dominic’s POV)I was sitting at the large dark wood table in the Conclave meeting, not really paying attention. I hated these meetings. I had a pack and a business to run. I didn’t want to be wasting what precious time I had being stuck in one of these stupid meetings where Garrett Blackthorn, the Alchemist Guild Master and Master of the Supernatural Conclave, lorded over everyone and commanded us all to kneel before him. Well, maybe that was a bit dramatic, but I bet he would try if he thought he could get away with it. The room was full of supernaturals, around twenty of us in total. There were at least two vampire clan leaders in here, one coven priestess for the witches, and a master sorcerer. I think I even spotted a few different faeries as well. But what I did notice was that my Beta, Liam, and I were the only werewolves in the room. That didn’t look good. I knew that a lot of the supernatural community thought of

(Theia’s POV)I typed furiously at my keyboard, allowing the words to flow through me as always.[ “Mate!” he said as he realised that the woman sitting a few tables down was the reason for the intoxicating scent. Even now, as he stared at her, unable to drag his eyes away, he could see the subtle differences in her hair. It wasn’t just blond, it held strands of pure gold and honey gold. Her skin appeared to glow with a radiance that wasn’t there a few moments before. What he couldn’t understand was that although he scented his sweet mate as soon as he walked into the cafe, it wasn’t until they made eye contact that he realised that she was indeed his fated mate. Even somewhere deep down, back at the office when he had the urge to come down to the cafe, there was that pull to find her. Like he already knew, or some part of him did and was guiding him to her. “Well duh,&rdqu

(Dominic’s POV) I looked down at my phone again and groaned when I saw Liam’s name. He had been messaging me pretty constantly for the last few hours. And they were getting more frequent, too. I sighed and looked back up at Theia.  “I’m sorry,” I shook my head. “I really do have to go,” She shrugged like it was fine, but I could see the sadness in her eyes, and it hurt that I put it there. I wanted to reach out and take her hand. I wanted to feel the sparks again. Carrying her the whole way to her apartment had been amazing. I could feel the bond running through my body and my wolf Titan was acting like a giddy puppy, bounding around inside my head.  “It’s okay,” she said quietly, “I appreciate your help today, and sorry if we took you away from something important,” I didn’t know what was harder to hear, the words that she said or that she believed them. I could tell that she didn’t see herself as significant, and I couldn’t

(Theia’s POV)I cried myself to sleep after Dominic left. I didn’t understand why I was having such strong feelings. Maybe it was because it was the first time in a while that someone had shown an interest. I did have a tendency to catch emotions quickly, so maybe that was it. Or maybe it was my story, and how strangely familiar it all seemed. But did I really believe that Dominic was a werewolf and was in love with me because of some mythical bond? Geez Theia, I thought, stop dreaming. We live in the real world here, not one of my stupid books. The next day I dragged myself out of bed and ran myself a bath. There was no way that I was going to be able to stand in the shower with how I felt. After a long soak in the bath, I pulled on some comfortable jogging pants and a plain top. There was no point getting dressed in anything too good, comfort was key. I was just running a brush through my wet hair, with difficulty, when my doo

(Theia’s POV) I looked in the mirror and groaned. It had been a couple of days since Dominic had come over and I had fallen asleep on him, and embarrassingly drooled all over him. I woke up the next morning in my bed. I had assumed that he had left, but some noise had led me out of the bedroom and into the main room. Dominic was in the kitchen area, making a full cooked English breakfast. We spent the morning together talking, and at some point during that conversation, I had agreed to go on a real date with him. So here I was Saturday night, and getting ready for the first date in well over a year. And with a guy that dreams would struggle to compare with. Naya had come over to help me get ready, which would have been great, but that woman was way more body confident than me. She put me in a black body hugging dress that cut at just above the knee. It was an elegant dress for sure, with a wide neckline. But on me it showed all my lumps and bum