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CHAPTER ONE

‘My Mate!’

Ava Point Of View

I could feel it in the air as I walked down the forest. The moonlight shone brightly through the branches above me, casting a soft everglow over my unique features.

My bare feet trampled on the wet grasses beneath my feet. It was finally mating season. The time when mated werewolves fulfilled each other’s desires. The time when we usually gave into our deepest pleasures. I could hear the howls and screams of pleasure all around. I could also feel my wolf yearning for the same thing too. My wolf was crying out for her mate.

'Calm down Lisa, we will get him this time.' I say to my wolf, Lisa. We have been searching for our mate, chosen for us by the moon goddess for so long with zero luck, but we never gave up. Until tonight, I could sense an unfamiliar but appealing scent in the air, calling me. It was him. My mate.

I was the only one in the pack who haven't found her mate yet and it sucked. Okay, here's my introduction, my name is Ava Sinclair, I'm 19 years old, and as you might have already figured out I'm a werewolf. I am part of the silverclaw pack, a pack where I'm treated like dirt. I was reduced to an omega status because my late father was accused of treason, I was an omega since I was born and was seen as the weakest and cursed. it was a curse to be an Omega in my pack, and I was the last omega living in my pack. I shifted when I was three, which was exceedingly rare, and since then I have been tagged as cursed. I endured all sorts of punishments my pack gave me especially from my Alpha Lucien. Now I stay with my mother. I only pray to find my mate and that he is a member of a distant pack so he can take me away and we will ride off into the sunset like in those fairytale books.

“Mate,” I heard my wolf call out from within, setting me back to reality.

“Mate,” it called again.

I could sense it, our mate was near, he was close by. But was I ready to find him? I don't know why I was suddenly getting nervous as I approached.

If there was one thing I feared the most, it was rejection. The fear of being rejected by my mate was something I never wanted to experience. I had seen it happen to some werewolves and I was aware of the pain it brought to them.

The pain of seeing your mate with another was heartbreaking. I was terrified of the thought.

“Mate,” Lisa cried out again, in full force. Unlike me she was bold and only wanted to be in the arms of her mate.

I shifted into my white wolf, racing down the narrow path. I could smell it, the scent was getting stronger as I raced closer. It smelt like vanilla but stronger. He was here. My mate was here.

After an hour of running under the moonlight. I finally saw him. He was standing beside the lake. He was wearing only black jeans, leaving the upper portion of his body exposed for my eyes to wander and it was indeed a magnificent sight. It was as though his body was sculpted by God himself. It was God's greatest creation. I shifted back to my human form.

He had dark black hair and a pair of forest green eyes. And he looked so hot, so divine. His jaws were well designed and chiseled and his lips, his lips were enticing.

His skin glistened in the moonlight. He noticed me coming towards him.

"My mate!" I heard him growl, as his eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of my naked body.

'Shit! I didn't realize I was exposed this way.' I mentally rebuked myself.

He smiled. A smile that made me fall deeper. His lips parted as his breathing increased.

I felt my wolf purring in my head as I approached my mate. I wanted him. I needed him. My heart ached knowing what would happen tonight. I didn’t know where this longing came from or even why I was feeling it. But I was certain it was my mate who caused it. Because of his scent I couldn’t get enough of it.

I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck taking in his scent, thankfully he didn't refuse me, instead he pulled me closer. I breathed deeply as I pressed myself against him and I could feel his body against my skin.

A soft moan escaped from my mouth before I covered it with my hand.

I could see a smirk lit across his face before wrapping his arms around my waist. I nuzzled my face against his chest while my hands traveled up and down his back. I closed my eyes as I savored his scent, breathing slowly, taking in as much as possible. My hands moved lower onto his abdomen. My fingers brushing the edges of the trousers covering his hips.

My heart hammered inside my chest as I felt his breath ghosting across my lips. I couldn’t help but smile as I felt his fingertips brush gently against my chin.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as I opened my eyes. His face inches away. His lips were just about to touch mine when I closed them again. Lisa whined in frustration.

“Are you scared?" he asked. His words were barely a whisper. His warm minty breath fanning over my face. He didn’t move a muscle. He simply stood there. Waiting for my answer.

His voice broke through the fog of lust and desire filling my mind. I pulled back as my eyes widened. My cheeks burned brightly from embarrassment. Why couldn’t I control myself? I just met him, I don't even know his name or which pack he was from, but all I knew was that I wanted him, all of him.

“Um… No," I said, shaking my head quickly. “I want this.” I reached forward and held his arm, pulling him close. “I want it more than anything. Just… don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I don’t care. Make me yours tonight.”

My words were whispered but they were strong and clear. My mate smiled softly and cupped my face in his big hands. Leaning in to kiss me. Our noses bump together as our lips touch. Both of us were moaning in delight.

I felt my entire body tingle with excitement as our lips parted and their tongues danced together. His hands roaming all over my body as his kisses continued.

It felt like forever until we finally stopped. Both of us panting heavily as we held each other closely. Our heads rested upon each other as we listened to the beating of our hearts.

This was how I had imagined mating to be. Soft, slow love filled our bodies. Making sure our touches were gentle and loving. Caressing each other without trying to force ourselves into something we shouldn't. It was pure bliss.

Pure passion. A feeling that went beyond mere animalistic instinct. This was more than the heat of the moment. This was more than the physical need. This was a connection, a bond of purest meaning. Something that transcends all boundaries.

We both sighed as we felt our bodies relax once more, all of the burning tension in us was expelled. Neither of us spoke. Words weren’t necessary at that moment. We were perfectly content just holding each other. Breathing each other in. Listening to our heartbeats. Watching the way the moonlight filtered through the forest canopy above.

I still couldn't believe what had just happened. I mated with my mate. A complete handsome stranger I had just met. I didn't even know his name and he didn't mine, we just gave in to our desires.

I couldn't explain this feeling within me that felt like this was a mistake that I'll live to regret, I just hoped I was wrong.