Three

Genevieve's POV

I hopped swiftly from roof to roof, my feet lightly grazing them as I made my way r the guard house.

The Wolfang pack was built in a rather traditional way. We lived in a valley, surrounded by forests and hills. Our houses were built in concentric circles. Starting with a quarter of our army living around the edges, surrounding the entire clan. The next circle was houses of weapon smiths. The frontier would need a steady supply of weapons to keep intruders from getting into the pack.

After their circle were farmers to feed us and cultivate the fertile soil of the forests. Then the other workers occupied the circle until we got to the innermost circle. The ones occupied by the Alpha, his Beta, Delta, their guards, and families.

I was quite proud of the arrangement. I had designed it. It was the one way I could think of to protect the people as well as the important decision-makers at the same time. That way we had our guard on all the time and could still maintain our normal activities.

I made my way to the guard house in the innermost circles. If my mate was a guard as Jamie had said, then he had to be either on duty or off duty and relaxing at the guard house. I didn't know his name, so I couldn't check the list of those on duty, that would not achieve shit. The best option I had was the guardhouse.

I hopped off the roof of the guardhouse, landing lightly on my feet, and hid by the wall. Taking a deep breath, I concentrated on finding his scent and gasped when it suddenly flooded my nose. My eyes snapped open to see him standing before me, green eyes wide in shock. He glanced around to see if nobody saw us before pulling my hand and dragging me further into a deep dark corner.

"What are you doing here?!" He spat so venomously, that it dug right through my chest. Yet at the same time, it thrilled me. His voice sounded like a rumble. A slow husky rumble that awakened all the cells from my head to the tip of my toes. "And fucking hell, what are you wearing?!"

I hadn't changed out of my night robe. It was a rather foolish move as it was a pink slip and would be easily spotted at night, but I had been in a hurry to see him and couldn't fucking think straight.

"I didn't thank you for saving my life-"

"You're my Luna. I did my duty." He said gruffly, letting go of my hand much to my disappointment.

"Your Luna, or your mate?" I whispered. I loved the way his eyes darkened and his breathing became labored. I loved that his eyes dropped down to my breasts as if trying to make the night dress tear apart so he could see all of me.

I reached for the shirt he wore, a blue one that hugged his broad shoulders quite nicely and toyed with the button right beneath his Adam apple. His eyes closed momentarily, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed and in a flash, I had him pinned against a wall nearby, slashing off his shirt so I could see his chest. So I could see him.

This was madness. This crazy desire to get hot and heavy with him.

He growled, snapping his eyes open, and hissed when my fingers trailed over his chest.

"You need to leave,"

"Why?" I whispered, finding his nipple and pulling at it.

"Fuck!" He gritted through his teeth, panting heavily.

"Do you want me to stop?" I whispered, reaching for the rope that held my robe together. His breathing grew harsh against my face and caught up in the moment I leaned up on my toes and ran my nose down his bobbing apple. He jolted, gripping my hair, freeing it from its bun. Encouraged by his actions, I slid my tongue over it, relishing the taste of his skin.

A tortured sound slipped from him, telling me how much he loved and hated it at the same time. Could he feel it too? The pulsing desire that made me hunger and yearn for him? Had he yearned for me too?

"Fuck, no... You need to stop," he hissed, pushing me aside and stepping away from the wall. His green eyes blazed at me in anger. "You're married. You're mated to him,"

"I know," I mumbled. It was such a mess. Perhaps if I had been five years patient, I would have been his. Not Jamie's. "What is your name?"

"Why?" He laughed dryly. "Do you intend to reject me?"

"I would just like to know the person who saved my life," I snapped, feeling irritated with that damned accusatory look in his eyes. "There's no need to be such an ass about it!"

"How else am I supposed to act?!" He bellowed, shocking me. "I arrive here and find out I'm mated, against my damned wishes by the way, to the Luna of the fucking pack! Do you know how maddening it is?! To watch you and him together?! To know that my rightful place is where he is?! Do you know how hard it was, to avoid speaking to you for a damned year, only hiding and watching in the shadows while you didn't know I existed?!"

I was speechless.

A year? He had been around for a year?! How the hell had my wolf not found him out?! How had I missed the presence of my mate?! Oh, how he must have hated me. He must have fought hard to control his wolf. If I hadn't been in danger, he never would have shown up.

"I know nothing can come out of this, I'm sure the moon goddess knows that too. I don't know why the fuck she played this dirty trick on me!" He spat and walked away from me. "You need to leave. Before someone notices you're out of the palace-"

He had barely finished saying his words when a large bell sound echoed in the air. Someone had indeed noticed my absence at the palace.

"Shit!"