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Mate?

Zenith's POV Here I am, minding my own business, when suddenly, a pair of strong arms forcefully pull me into an almost suffocating embrace, from behind. I did not see him. I felt him, like a shadow wrapping around my spine before the arms ever touched me. From his strong physique to the restless, masculine energy radiating off him… I know that it's a man.I try to squirm out of his arms but it's a futile attempt. Then in a guttural voice he utters, "Mate!" At the same time, his head is buried on the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. My first instinct is to scream. But weirdly, there’s no fear. My heartbeat spikes, yes, but it’s more from shock than panic. Who the hell is this guy? I stop struggling and wait for him to release me. He does, after what feels like forever. Then he turns me around and lo and behold! The guy is a stunner. I do not even know how to start describing him. He is donning blue jeans, black boots, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. His black hair is

Finally Found Her

Alejandro's POVThank the goddess, I have finally found my mate. Zenith. It has a nice ring to it. Unique, just like her. I do not know if I would have lived until the next sunrise, had I not accidentally found my mate. It has been a gruelling three years and only the goddess knows how I managed to keep going like this. Many a times, I lost touch with reality but my wolf pulled me back every time... just in time. I was withdrawn, irritable, hanging on the brink of madness and reality. Had my wolf not been strong, I might have gone feral.Unlike other werewolves, I shifted when I was ten years old. That is when all hell broke loose. My father, Xavier Wolfgang, the alpha of the Redmoon pack, was convinced that I am not his son. According to him, "No son of his would be an anomaly of nature!" By shifting six years earlier than my peers, I became a thorn in his backside.Many a nights, I would wake up to him beating and berating my mother and when I tried to intervene, he would turn on m

The Silence Between Us

Zenith’s POVHis touch is not rough, but it is firm and ntentional. It is not how strangers touch each other, especially not after everything that just happened. But something about him... I don't know. It settles my nerves instead of spiking them.We walk in silence. Only the sound of our steps crunching along the gravel path breaks the quiet. The wind whistles softly between the trees, spreading the first scent of the coming storm, wet leaves, distant thunder, the sharp edge of rain still waiting to fall.“It's just a mile,” I murmur, half to myself. He says nothing, but I can feel him listening. His thumb brushes against the back of my hand, not suggestively, just… grounding. Like he is making sure I’m still real.I glance sideways at him. The shadows play across his face, sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, those haunted, electric-blue eyes that have not strayed from me since the observatory. Who is this guy?Not just some silent type. He is not awkward. He is... watchful. Too calm. Lik

Something About Him

Zenith’s POVThe storm has come in full. Rain lashes the windows, steady but unrelenting. The wind moans low through the eaves, like the house itself is trying to say something it cannot quite form into words.I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, wide awake. I brought a complete stranger home tonight. Who does that? No. Scratch that. Who brings home a man that grabbed them from behind and sniffed their neck? Me, apparently.And that is the weird part. I should be freaking out. I should be curled into a ball, texting emergency contacts, hiding a kitchen knife under my pillow. But I’m not. I feel calm. No, not calm. I feel… right.I close my eyes and see him again, his eyes, dark hair plastered by the wind, the way he said "Mate" like it meant everything and nothing all at once. Alejandro. Even his name sits strangely well on my tongue. Like I have said it before. In another lifetime. In another language. Maybe in a dream I forgot when I was twelve.God. What is happening to me? I roll

She Soothes The Beast In Me

Alejandro’s POVThe rain stopped sometime after midnight. I heard the moment her breathing evened out. Felt her restlessness settle into sleep. I sat on the couch, still as stone, only my fingers moving slightly, clenched around the bracelet like it could anchor me to this moment.I had to show her. Not all of it. Not yet. But enough to explain why I barely speak. Why I hold back. Why I ran so far just to be seen by someone who did not look at me like I was a broken tool.So I closed my eyes and opened the channel. Projecting is not something I do often. This is an ability that not even my mom knows I possess. It is raw and dangerous. It turns memory into dream and lets another soul walk through my truth.But Zenith… she felt safe. Her aura, her scent, everything about her soothed the beast in me. And if I cannot find the words, I will give her the memories. So I gave her the white oak. The bracelet. My mother’s confession. The run through Oregon’s forests, hunted like prey. The shift

More Than A Stranger

Zenith’s POVI thought dragging a silent, gorgeous man through the mall would be awkward. I was wrong. It was weirdly fun. “Try this,” I said, tossing a navy-blue button-up shirt into Alejandro’s arms. “And don’t even think about saying no.”He stared down at the growing pile in his hands, jeans, hoodies, a couple of plain tees, and now this. His brows knit slightly. He looked like a gladiator being forced to shop for brunch with suburban moms.“You’ll thank me when you don’t smell like wet forest,” I said, grinning as I handed him a bottle of body wash and shoved him into a changing room. “Go.” He did not argue, he just gave me one long look, something mysterious flickering in those blue eyes of his, before disappearing behind the curtain.While he changed, I busied myself checking sizes on the clearance rack, trying not to overthink the fact that I had invited a total stranger into my home and now I was essentially dressing him like a boyfriend.Okay… not like a boyfriend. Just like

His Inspiration

Alejandro's POV Who would have thought that I, who has always been undervalued, would meet a mate so beautiful, inside and out? I had long given up on the idea of soulmates. But here she is: human, compassionate, impossibly kind… my antidoteFrom the day she allowed me to hold her hand as she led me to her house , until l now, she has been a breath of fresh air. A constant stream of sunlight. The raging storms in my heart and mind have settled into a peaceful calmness. Her positive energy has constantly rubbed off on me and life is slowly becoming more colourful.When she wants to paint, she involves me. She is not shy to go swim with me and our life, though not intense it feels like a normal couple cohabiting. This girl is a gem, my very own precious gem. And I feel a growing urgency to step up my game so I can protect her and give her a safe home. The previous night's soft pleading, solidified my desire to give her the world. I heard her, although it was a soft murmur, she pleaded

In The Dark

Zenith’s POVI finally gathered the courage to ask Jandro about my dream, two nights ago. Maybe it was the power outage that inspired that boldness. Whatever it was, I'm glad I asked. Everything makes sense now. At first, I thought it was just a flicker. The lights above the kitchen table blinked once, then again, before cutting out completely. The low hum of the refrigerator fell silent. Even the clock on the wall stopped ticking.“Perfect,” I muttered, standing in the middle of my kitchen holding a dripping paintbrush and an almost-empty mug of hot cocoa. I turned toward the living room. “Jandro?” He was sitting by the window, as usual. Not reading, not watching TV, just existing, like a carved shadow in a dim corner. But even in the dark, I could feel his eyes on me.“You good?” I asked. He nodded slowly. I grabbed a flashlight from the drawer, but the batteries were already dead. Of course. Typical. But then I remembered, Mom's emergency kit. Two candles later, I had the room glo

A Life in Pieces

The morning light filters in, warming me up, and I cannot help but stretch lazily across the living room floor. The sun gives off the kind of golden, unhindered light that usually makes me want to paint. But I am not painting. I am watching him.Alejandro is lying on the couch with one arm slung across his eyes, chest rising and falling with that slow, almost meditative rhythm. He is still, too still. Like if I blink too long, he will vanish.The dream has not left me. If anything, it lingers behind my eyelids like a memory that is not mine. The alley. The rain. The woman crying, trembling. The boy being told he is meant to exist. I saw it all. I felt it all. And he let me. No one has ever done that before. No one has handed me their pain like that, trusting I would not drop it.I sit cross-legged on the armchair across from him, my sketchpad balanced on my knees. I am not drawing the sunrise like I had planned. I am sketching him, not as he is now, peaceful and asleep. But as he w

School Hunting

Zenith’s POVThis morning started like a painting I didn’t want to finish, soft light streaming in through linen curtains, the faint hum of birds outside, and Alejandro sitting across from me, watching as I add delicate brushstrokes to my canvas.He does not say a word. He rarely does, anyway. But there is something reverent about how he watches me paint, like I am creating a piece of the universe he has not seen before. My phone buzzes on the table, dragging me out of my bliss. Mom.I pick it up, still holding my brush with my other hand. “Hi, Mama.” “Hey, sunshine! How’s the painting? And the observatory? Any boys?” I glance at Alejandro, who now looks extremely interested in the mug he is holding. I clear my throat. “Still just me and the stars, Mama.”“Well, I have a bit of news.” Her voice softens. “Your dad and I are going to stay a few more weeks in Austria. The board wants your father to do a full presentation series and… you know how he is with time.” She pause before tentati

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