The She-wolf Revenge

Chapter Four - The Mate

Stephen's POV

Standing in the midst of sweaty adults swaying their bodies effortlessly to the music blaring from the speakers. I gulped a lump down my throat as I watched the girl put down the whole contents of a bottle of alcohol down her throat.

My brows furrow in confusion as her gaze shifts to the dance floor. I hastily avert my gaze off her so that she does not notice my presence. After a few seconds later, I sneak a glance at her and her eyes are now on a particular boy making out aggressively with some random girl.

I sigh heavily as I notice how she clenches her fist tight and grits her teeth. She rises to her feet and walks towards the dance floor. Maybe I should just intervene now before she kills anyone and ends up living the rest of her life with regret.

Just as I attempt to take a step forward to her, some random guy appears out of nowhere and is able to calm her down by offering her another bottle of alcohol. I do not think it is advisable that she drinks too much on her first day of transformation, the hangover is usually really terrible.

I notice how she casually sneaks glances at the guy making out with a girl on the dance floor. Maybe he is her boyfriend. I actually do not care much about her feelings. I am mostly concerned about her passing the night safely, without killing anyone, of course.

It is somehow a burden to me that the Moon goddess has given me a mate who can not even control herself. How am I to make her Luna of the pack if she can not even handle her first transformation? I shudder at just the imagination.

Eventually, she rises to her feet and so does the guy who offered her a bottle. I watched them make their way to the stairs. Something about that guy makes me feel uneasy. I decided to follow them.

I reached the stairs, but they did not seem to notice my presence. I notice how the guy starts to force a kiss on her. She looks uncomfortable because of it, so she tries to push him away, but he seems so persistent.

I decide to intervene but unfortunately for me, it is too late. She brings out her claws and fangs, before I can make any move at all. She slashes his throat.

I shudder at the gory sight before rushing towards her to grab her by the wrist. "Wh-o ar-e you?" She stutters.

"Your savior." I blurt out. I do not let her say more, I knock her out and grab her body. I leave the party with her swung carelessly on my shoulder. Everybody is so busy partying and drinking their lives out that they do not notice me placing her in my black convertible and driving home.

"You brought her here? What if anybody saw you at all?" Lydia asks, her voice is laced in shock and her eyes are widened in surprise. She pauses to pace the room before continuing "Axel would take your head off if he finds out."

"That is why you are here. To make sure none of that happens." I muttered. Besides, Axel is the second in command, and I am the Alpha here. Why should I be afraid of him? Actually, there are quite a lot of reasons to be afraid of Axel.

"Seriously though, anyone could you have seen you take her." Lydia snaps at me. I sighed heavily and ran a hand through my hair in frustration. "Was I supposed to let her kill a bunch of innocent people? It is her first night of transformation, Lydia. She needs help and I want to be there for her as her mate." I said sincerely.

Lydia nods her head at me. "I will try to keep Axel away until she wakes up, and you are able to talk to her." She says. I flashed her a grateful smile and watched Lydia walk out of the room while mumbling some words to herself.

I gaze at my mate, she is extremely beautiful. Her curly black hair falls across her face, her lips are rosy red, and she looks so peaceful while sleeping. I spent the entire night watching her until I eventually spent time off on the plush couch.

I was woken up by a loud scream. I snap my eyes open and jerk off the couch in alert. My mate is standing right in front of me, and she has the bedside lamp clutched tight to her hands. I fight the urge to laugh loudly, is she going to attack me with that?

"Calm down." I muttered, raising my hand at her in mock surrender. I attempt to take a step forward, but she staggers backward in shock.

"Stay away! You kidnapped me!" She yells loudly, she looks like she is one second away from breaking down into tears. I think Lydia would have been the right person to talk to her.

"Where am I?" She mutters. Her eyes roam around the room as if the answer to her question is hidden here somewhere.

"You need to calm down and drop the lamp. Let me explain myself to you." I said in a soft tone. Surprisingly, she slowly drops the lamp back on the bedside table and adjusts the hems of her knee-length dress.

"Start talking." She snaps at me.

"Okay, where do I start from? I am a werewolf." I blurt out. I watched her roll her eyes at me and give me the "Here we go again." Look.

She sighs heavily and runs a hand through her hair in frustration. "I am being serious here! Why does everyone keep telling me about werewolves? Is this some kind of nightmare?" She groans in frustration.

I noticed how overwhelmed she looked. I take a step forward to her and decide to break everything to her at once. "You are a werewolf, I am a werewolf, and we are mates, destined for each other."