My Mate and Her Monsters

Chapter 2: Weston

I am sick of being undercover. I swear this is my last assignment and I’m getting out. I only went undercover because my mate wasn’t on the pack land. I am next in line for alpha in the Winter Moon Pack. My father is still the alpha until I find my mate and can provide a Luna. The power of alpha cannot be transferred until the future alpha has found their mate. Until then, my mother and father will run the pack. I was a police officer in the pack until I was 20 and knew that my mate wasn’t part of my pack. I decided to go into the city and while searching for my mate, I got caught up in a human trafficking case that has sent me under cover a few times. I am now 25 and this is the very last time. Once this case is done, I am returning to the pack. Even if I can’t take over as alpha, I know I am needed there. Five years is a long time. I still talk to at least my mother everyday. She keeps me updated on pack matters. I usually try to go home and visit at least once a month. Being undercover makes everything harder. I miss my family. This whole mess has been a disaster. I am no closer to finding my mate than I was before I left. The only thing I have found is a bunch of horrible humans with sickening minds, but I am very close to finishing this case and throwing these criminals behind bars for a very long time.

 The business meeting I am attending tonight is being hosted by the worst of them all. Evan Eastings is a monster. He's the leader and the head of the snake that needs to be cut off. He has his hands in every illegal happening in the city. He runs the crime world and has made it a nasty place. Drugs and gambling are one thing. Trafficking human beings puts you on a whole other level.

I would have returned home sooner, but just as I was making the decision to return, an opportunity presented itself for someone to infiltrate his business dealings, bring down his empire, and save human lives. So tonight, I am going into the business dinner as a fellow criminal from a different city, showing interest in investing money in his new endeavors. I am hoping to get him to admit to the trafficking and show me all about it to get my money, while I build the case against him to bring his whole operation down.

The only upside to this undercover assignment is that I get to pretend to be rich. Which as the future alpha of the pack, I am. I don’t do this job for money. But I also won’t spend my wealth on obnoxious cars like the one I get to drive for this job or obnoxiously big houses like the house I am pulling up to for this dinner party.

 As I step out of my car and hand my keys to a valet, I am careful not to thank him, because these criminals I am dealing with are not kind to those they employ. I have done enough research to know the lower on the totem pole their workers are, the worse they are treated. It goes against everything I’ve ever been taught, but thanking the valet would be like wearing a neon police t-shirt. Once the valet drives away, I take a deep breath before I enter. As soon as the air enters my body, my wolf sits up and pays attention. There is a hint of the most intoxicating smell, and my whole body is on high alert. As I get closer to the door, the scent gets stronger. I enter the house, give the doorman my coat, and step into a room full of people. It wouldn’t matter if there was a thousand people in here, I would only be able to see one. The intoxicating smell is my mate. And damn if she isn’t beautiful. She has light brown curly hair that hits just above the most mouth watering ass. She’s covered in a skin-tight deep purple dress with a deep V in the front that ends just above her knee. Her black heels make her taller, but she’s still so small. Her big blue eyes look around the room in a frightened state. For good reason too, as she is in a room full of criminals, but her dress matches the tie of the bastard himself. Surely she cannot be his? Fate cannot be that cruel. Goddess knows it’s bad enough that I am going to be in danger all night, now I have to worry about my mate and keeping my head on my case. What horrible joke must the Moon Goddess be playing; my mate is with a monster.

I cannot take my eyes off her. She is beautiful. The longer I watch her the more I notice about her. She is nervous. I can tell she has noticed my eyes on her and I wonder what is going on in her head. Is she worried about my intensions? Does she think I'm like every other man in this room? 

"Of course she does, i***t", my wolf, Titan answers.

I sigh internally. Sharing my head with some one else is annoying on the best of days and unbearable on the worst. Thankfully, Titan is a quiet wolf. We are alike in that way, quiet and observant. I can see that Titan is not going to be quiet when it comes to our mate though. She is human. I don't mind that at all, but I wonder if she knows about wolves and fated mates. I can't wait to find out her name and all about her.

As luck would have it, I am seated next to her at dinner. She is seated between me and Evan. I want nothing more than to put myself between him and her. f**k that. I want nothing more than to throw her over my damn shoulder, run out of here, and then burn this place down with all these men inside for even looking at what is mine. But she doesn't know she is mine yet and I am here to save lives. So instead, I will suffer through dinner breathing her intoxicating scent and not being able to touch her.

After being seated for a bit, between the first course and second, there's a switch in Evan's mood and he puts his hand on my girl's thigh. I see red. I tense and hold my breath, trying to talk myself down from tearing his arm off his shoulder and feeding it to him one finger at a time. It helps nothing that Titan is screaming for his blood in my head and I can feel her flinch and suck in a breath. 

A few seconds of trying to talk some sanity into myself with no help at all from Titan, his hand rises higher and I know I have to do something. I let out a breath and try to let off a relaxed, interested vibe and begin to ask Evan about his business. He answers me with an offer to sample the merchandise. He's a f****d up individual, which I already know. It is then I am hit with a gut wrenching thought. Is my girl part of his "merchandise"? 

I try to hold it together as I ask in the most uninterested way I can muster if the lady next to me is part of the samples he is willing to offer. His answer shakes me to the core.

“No, Gwendolyn is my wife. But for the right price, Mr. Williams, everything is for sale, including her. She was sold to me to right some debts, so it wouldn't be the first time someone put a price on her. She was a virgin when I got her and has a tight cunt that she loves to try to keep from me. It’s a fun game, I’ll gladly let you sample,” Evan answers.  

Fuck me. His f*****g wife. He's willing to sell his f*****g wife.

 My fated mate is married to a monster. Not for the first time today, I question the sense of humor of the Moon Goddess and pray for a miracle.