Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

ALEXANDRU'S POV

"I found you a mate." Rick, the Alpha says, clapping me on the shoulder, and I try not to stiffen.

I ignore him, taking a seat, and he laughs. Pack hierarchy is by power, strength and bravery, but I am the strongest member of the pack, well one of the strongest, but being a leader is not something I crave, I'll rather follow, but I was made the Beta. Despite being stronger, I am pretty docile when it comes to matters of command, even on the ones Rick and I contrast, he's the Alpha.

"Trouble is coming." Rick says, with his wife, Faye, on his right.

"I felt it too." I say, my voice hoarse.

"We all did." Zach, the Omega, nods.

"We've got to be ready, for whoever it is." Faye says.

"Camille, can you gather the witches and make another protection spell, no one gets into New Orleans without our knowledge, and no one gets out." Rick says, and Camille nods.

"It won't be enough. Guards should be situated everywhere. We all know who is coming." I say

"Romania?" Petro.

"We've not heard from the Buckland Pack in fifteen years, why strike now?" Rick frowns.

"I don't know, but they are our greatest enemies, they want end us, they said so." I say.

"We have a lot of enemies, the Blue Moon Pack is the biggest pack in America, it could be anyone." Catalina, Zach's wife says.

I nod, gritting my teeth "I don't like not knowing, but we wait, ready for anything, we don't let them know that we suspect, we stay on guard."

"You could extend the protection charm to Louisiana, don't make it obvious, they could have a spy." Rick says, and Camille nods.

"By the way," Faye grins, and I know the meeting is over "When's your daughter com -- "

She's cut off by the door opening, I tense up, and I forget how to breath, I'm angry, I think I'm angry, I don't know. She walks in, and there's a knot in my throat, my blood is on fire, and my beast is growling.

"Am I interrupting?" She grins.

"Adaline!" Camille yells in excitement at the sight of her daughter. All I can do is stare at Aurora, she left this pack, she left me.

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I look at the sky, asking for strenght, Adaline has always been my undoing, she will be the death of me. I stare at her, wanting to kiss her forever, knowing fully well she feels what I feel.

She gasps, and I smirk "Alexandru"

I looks at her, and she realizes I didn't say anything, It's the mate bond working. I look at her, and see the inner workings of her mind.

"Science won't help you." I say, and looking at her face, understanding what she feels

"Do not try to find an excuse for what you feel." I say, and she freezes, pushing me away, saying nothing.

"Still think you're not one of us?" I say, looking at her with kind eyes.

"Fuck off, Alexandru." She snaps, enunciating my name. I watch her walk away, heart thundering. I hope she doen't run again.

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I smile, holding a glass of champagne. I lean on the wall, watching her, It's her parents anniversary, thirty five years together, how disgusting, I laugh at myself.

Werewolves are one of a kind, we believe in something bigger than soulmates, we find our Mates, the love of our life, our life, reason for being. Mates have a connection that is out of this world, they can heal eachother. Her dad got injured once, and Camille healed him, not through her witchcraft, but through the mate bond. Mates can read each others mind, every thought, that is insane and scary, to be utterly transparent before you beloved, that's what love is supposed to be, I think. Mates can feel proximity, they know when their partner is near, happy, afraid, even horny. As werewolves, they have an heightened senses of smell, the mate bond takes it up a notch. It is love in its most brutal and beautiful form.

I stare round the room, relishing in the feeling of Family, of a community. I glance at her, she's always felt like an outsiders, looking from afar.

"Here is the cake." Elena says, and I watch her freeze. Elena, Addie and I used to be the inseparable trio, but she ruined it.

I stare at the cake, and it's beautiful, quite big, but beautiful.

"Happy Anniversary." Elena grin at Camille and Peter, and I see the colour leaving Addie's face.

"Happy Anniversary Grandma." Fabian says, Elena's boy.

"Thank you my love." Camille smiles at him, and I see the jealousy coursing through Addie, the hurt.

She turns to leave, but I stand before her.

"Going somewhere?" I frown

She shakes her head, and I look at her dress, her cleavage, there's this need to eat her up

"You're showing too much cleavage." I snap, and her eyes clouds in anger

"Telling me what to wear now?" She laughs, "Get out of my way."

I look away, then say quietly "You are not replaceable, Aurora."

She stiffens "Stop doing that, Luc!"

I chuckle, taunting her "Stop doing what, say it."

"Aurora, I've been looking for you." Elena says from my right, and Addie turns to her.

"So have I." She lies, smiling brightly as they hug. Carefully, I walk back to the shadows, watching her.

"How have you been?" Elena asks and she smile, telling her how she has been.

Minutes later, her parents join them.

"I'm leaving tomorrow" She blurts out, and I stiffen.

"What?" Cammile frowns, "You're leaving?"

"Yeah, " She shrugs "I have to be back in New York before Monday, I have a class to take."

"We thought you'd at least spend some weeks with us darling, you can't leave now." Peter says, and I fist my hands, what is she doing?

"I will call you, we'll talk, I just need to go back home." She says

"Home?" I snap, and she narrows her eyes at him.

"What is your problem, Adeline. You left with no warning, and you think I'm going to let you leave again, especially with what I know, what we both know." I say, walking towards her, my wolf wanting to get out of control.

"Let me?" She snaps "I don't need your permission!"

"Tell them." I say, and she freezes.

"What is he talking about, Adele?" Camille asks,

"Tell them, now." I yell, bursting with anger.

"Adele!" Camille snaps.

She lets out a harsh breath and say "Alexandru and I might be mates, which is not possible because I'm not a werewolf like everyone else."

Everywhere is silent, till Peter says "Might?"

"You are my Mate, and I'll rather die than let you go, again." I growl.