The Supreme Alpha's True Mate

(Samara Pov)The house was quiet, oppressively so. I had returned only a few minutes ago, yet the quiet felt choking, wrapping itself around me like an unsolicited embrace. Having taken a quick bath, I stood before the mirror, my hair damp and clinging to my shoulders. The reflection staring back at me seemed foreign, a stranger inhabiting my skin.My gaze fell to my neck. The scars had long since faded, but my skin there was smooth and unblemished now. Still, I could feel the ghost of his bite, the burning pain that had sent me screaming, the savage sink of his teeth with feral hunger.My fingers stroked the skin there, and a shiver danced down my spine. My eyes closed as memory came with an immediacy that belied months.His lips.Almost unconsciously, my fingers worked their way to my mouth to trace the seam of my bottom lip. His kiss had come out of nowhere, scorching, and yet on my soul it left a stain. In my chest, at the memory of it, heat flowered, and I knew my cheeks colored.

(Alpha Michael POV)The moment the blood of Samara touched my lips, I knew I was doomed.The warm, metallic taste spread across my tongue, and a surge of strength suddenly coursed through my veins. It was instant, more powerful than anything Scarlet's potions or spells had ever managed. My Lycan, the beast I kept caged within me, growled in satisfaction as if her blood was the very elixir it had been craving.But it was far more than that, more even than just survival. The second my lips brushed her skin, even under the pretense of necessity, something animalistic snapped inside me. I wanted more than just of her blood but of her.I looked away, my tongue rasping against the inside of my lips as if it would scour away the ache. It wouldn't. The flavor lingered on, with the image of her keen eyes burning into mine in defiance, in hate.She hated me and I couldn't blame her.I closed my eyes, falling back in my chair, and my mind wandered to the first time I saw her.She had come to the

Samara's POV The room reeked of sweat, shame, and something I couldn't place my fingers upon.I laid still, staring at the ceiling, my body frozen even as my mind was racing with thoughts. His scent lingered on the sheets and it was suffocating.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I wanted to scream, to tear at the walls, to rip his heart out of his chest for doing this to me but I couldn't muster the strength to do any. My body, unwilling to move, unwilling to exist anymore in this cruel reality.The sky outside had darkened, causing shadows to stretch long against the walls. My skin crawled with the sensation of his touch. I hated him but I hated myself more for giving in and enjoying it.A knock on the door pulled me from my haze. The door creaked open, and two guards entered, carrying a tray of food. Its nice aroma filled the room, but my stomach twisted at the thought of eating. My throat was dry..“She’s asleep,” one guard muttered.“She hasn’t touched her food

Michael's pov My breathing was uneven, my hands trembling as I ran it over Samara's body that now laid on my bed.I had a series of knocks on my door and I could tell it was Natalie, she asked me to come back to the chamber room but all that didn't matter.What mattered was the body in front of me.Samara.Her lifeless body lay still on the center of the bed where I had placed her. Her pale skin ghostly under the dim light.Her pulse, I couldn't feel any pulse. My mind was torn between panic and self-loathing. I hated the blood moon for making me do this. I hated myself more for letting myself do this to her.If she didn't hate me before I'm sure she would now. Staring at her unmoving body, fear gripped me in a way it never had before. Had I killed her?No.I refused to believe it. I couldn't have.Swallowing hard to get rid of the lumps in my throat, I dropped to my knees beside her and pressed my fingers against her neck hoping to feel her heartbeat. I sighed in relief as I felt

SAMARA'S POV As morning light poured in through my window, I felt a thrill of anticipation, knowing it was time to start my journey to him.I barely slept last night, my mind was occupied with thoughts of him and how I couldn't wait to be in his arms again.To feed him.The rational part of me argued that it was too soon. I had just been with him yesterday. Wouldn’t it seem... Desperate if I showed up again today?I frowned, trying to push the thought away. It wasn’t like that. I was just fulfilling my promise to him nothing more, nothing less. Michael still needed my blood to recover, and that was the only reason I was going.Who am I deceiving? I exhaled sharply, looking at myself in the mirror. I was needed, and I would go. It was as simple as that.My knees shook at the thought of him not feeling the same way. I knew, deep down, that my excitement wasn’t just about fulfilling my duty. I missed him.And that terrified me.***The Sky Bridge Pack house loomed ahead, its grand str