The mysterious mate

Charles

*trigger warning* The character I am going to mention is suicidal. Some scenes will be described along with masochistic tendencies.

After two months on the field, Charles came back to the mansion eager to find his mate. He was one of the most talented fighting doctor the pack had. Whenever rogues or rebels were threatening the border, he was sent to fight among other warriors. Often, Jazz was with him, but not this time. It made him sad to be so far away from her. To him, she was his savior, his redemption, his reason to live. She fascinated him and the love they shared ment everything to him.

Charles was born as the seventh son of a wealthy family of pure-blood wolves. His parents rased him with the desire to make him perfect. No tantrums, no cries, no emotions and a doctor. They were strict and nothing went unnoticed by them. Ever since he was able to read, they had been drowning him in books and teachers. His brothers and sisters seemed to be quite happy with it, but not him. He wanted to feel something, he begged himself to run away, but every time he tried he would be locked up in his room with more homework. When he was 14 and able to shift, he was already top of his class with mentions, so they pushed him to live on university ground where he thought he would finally be able to do whatever he wanted. But with rich parents comes rich responsibilities, so he was followed by two of his brothers who kept a real close eye on him.

He was sad. Living in loneliness and sorrow. As a young age, the thought of killing himself felt like the only way out, the redemption he had always dreamed of. But he never tried anything until he was 16. Sitting there in a library, reading a medicine book he had already memorized. Well, no. He was daydreaming of a way to end this ordeal. Getting away? No, they would find him. Maybe... Wolfsbane, that seems to be the right way to do it, he would probably just die. But to get it he had to get away first and that was already set as impossible. He just wanted to be free of this pack and the values of order and obedience they had set.

He got yanked out of his thoughts when a huge lady sat next to him on the couch. The wave she created sitting down made his body float for a second. When he looked at her, his heart began to pound, his body was numb, he felt butterflies in his stomach. That fat lady was his first crush. He thought about her curves, the size of her hands, her big round face, the fact that he could drown between her bosoms and his body shivered. There were not many big women in any werewolf pack, but there she was, sitting right next to him. After a short while, the desire to talk to her became so strong, he could not control himself.

Charles: Hi...

Lady: Hi.

He swallowed hard, as if there were no saliva left in his mouth.

Charles: You look so... so beautiful... Can I ask you out for a cup of coffee?

The lady gave him a bizarre look. He could almost feel the disdain in her eyes as she rolled them to the back of her skull. That only made him weirdly happier. He scooched closer to her, but before he kept talking she stood up and left, releasing a disgusted sigh.

That day he came back home confused. He kept looking at himself in the mirror. He was 1,70 m, thin, his hair was long, well groomed and brown, his eyes were a darker brown than his skin and his nose was long and squared. Was he that repulsive? Of course not, but that's how he felt. He could not help but feel exhilarated by what had just happened. " C'mon tell me I'm ugly to my face, please."

After that day, he kept wishing to see her again. He went to the library more often, feeling deceived every time she didn't show up. His brother Dale finally understood why he spent all of his time there when she finally showed up. Charles was so excited he ran toward her and told her a bit loudly that he had fallen in love with her in front of everyone. She got mad at him. She ended up screaming, saying she was mated to the beta's father and how disrespectful he was. He felt this excitement grow inside of him. It was humiliating, yet it felt so good. But after that, his brother beated him up, he scolded him and defended him to talk or even lay his eyes on her ever again. That was not as exciting. He felt like an outsider. Was he really that disrespectful? Was it so bad to tell a woman she was beautiful? Later that day, it was the beta's father that beat him to a crisp. He almost died that night. So it WAS a felony to give love to a woman. He was sad, lonely and no one wanted to talk to him anymore. His parents were mortified. They disinherit him, forcing him out of the family. Everybody in the pack began to ignore him, treating him like an outcast. He had the reputation of someone who would try to steal mates away. Which was the highest form of disrespect among pack members. Still, he was the best doctor they had, so they kept him as just that.

His heart shattered, his sorrow grew, he could not love, feel or do anything else than his profession. That's when he started his suicidal strike. Although, every time he came close to succeeding, he would wake up in a hospital bed, alive. He was angry at the moon goddess. Why won't she let him die? He felt ugly, deranged. If it was only that, it would have been fine, but being unloved felt unbelievably hurtful, not in the way he liked. Nobody would ever love him. He was certain that his future mate, if he ever had one, would reject him.

He was 18 when his 108th attempt at suicide failed. It became a habit among his pack members to pick him up. Everybody despised him for it and was sick of saving him. He obviously wanted to die but something deep inside of them prevented them from letting him end it. That day, he woke up in a hospital bed again and his Alpha told him to follow him. "Ah right.. The Lycan King party..." Every 4 years or so, the Lycan king Kilian threw a party so all werewolf packs could bring their best assets to show off how well or not they were doing as a pack. It was also a good way to ask for help if needed.

That day was going to be a whole new chapter in Charles' life, but he didn't know it. All he could hear was his Alpha pestering him and nagging him about trying not to embarrass the pack, even though he never did anything else than his mistake 2 years ago to anger anyone. Actually, some people had forgotten the sound of his voice. With them came Gallile, one of the warriors, Frantz, another one, Julia, head of security, and Beta Phil. Phil was still mad at him for his attempt to steal his mother's heart. He was bullying him every chance he got. Yet, Charles could not care less about him.

Phil: Does that sh*t really have to follow us?

Alpha Grey: You know the rule. I wanted to bring Annie, but she's on maternity leave...

Phil growled.

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The party began. He was in a black suit and tie and looked elegant. Yet, he was banished to the back of his pack members in silence. Even if his presence was mandatory, talking was not. While his Alpha and his peers puffed out their chests in pride, showing off how successful they were, he was slouching with a glass of whine in his hand and a melancholic expression on his face.

Suddenly, a sweet honey smell made his heart pound even harder than the day he met the lady. It was getting closer and closer until he finally saw her. A tall, huge woman, dressed in a satin green dress showed up. She was big but not fat. She was muscular and strong. Her hands were large, she was taller, more intimidating than some betas or Alphas. Her breasts were the size of his head, he could not stop looking at them. Her short green hair fitted her eyes and dress. His mouth was dry, and he was not able to move anymore. He was sure of it: She was his fated mate. Could he be so lucky? But no. He had to keep quiet.

After what happened with the lady, he wouldn't dare talk to her. He stayed put despite his inner wolf plea.

His Alpha presented himself to Alpha Rivera. He showed off everyone else but him. Then Rivera presented Anderson, Henry, Dr.Tremblay and Jasmine. That name made his insides twist and turn inside of him. He wanted her so much.

Alpha Rivera: What about him, is he with you?

Alpha Grey: Who? Ah yes. He's the doctor.

Jasmine: Your'e a doctor, honey?

Phil saw him melt to the sound of her voice. He wanted to punch him already. Thought he was disgusting for liking someone like her. To him she was not mate material.

Charles: Yeah... I am. I could be anything you want me to be...

Everyone involved in the conversation turned a weird eye right at him, but he ignored it, walking closer to her like a magnet attracting him. All he could see was the smile he drew on her face and the redness of her natural blush decorating her cheeks.

Jasmine: Hm.. You're so cute I want to hurt you.

She released a sensual sigh that made his body burn from lust. "Oh goddess, thank you"

Charles: Oh, please, hurt me Goddess.

Jasmine: I'll make you beg, I'll make you feel humiliated, Honey.

He brought his fist to his mouth, covering a lustful sound. His peers were disgusted, Alpha Rivera was biting his lips to cover his laugh and Henry could not help but to put a stop to it. He took a pen and paper, wrote something down before he handed it to him.

Henry: Nope! No, no, not here. There you go, take this and let's keep meeting other packs, all right?

Jasmine: Boring. See you later, honey.

She winked at him, his body was on fire, he tried to hide his shame, but it was too hard to completely cover it. The paper mentioned a room and a time. He could not wait to see her again. For the first time in his life he wanted to live. He was wondering what was next. He wanted her, her smile, her love, her roughness. Every bit of emotion he kept bottling up exploded in a colorful wave of happiness. He felt no fear anymore. He was invincible.

Phil: Well that was revolting...

Charles: Shut it. She's not your mother this time. I can love her as freely as I want and you won't be stopping me.

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Midnight bells rang out. He swiftly opened the door of his hotel room and walked toward the room number on the paper. Once his nostrils filled with honey, he got nervous. What if he was wrong? What if she rejected him? But no. He had to take that chance. The worse that could happen was that he could die from the rejection, but he would get to see her one last time. He took a deep breath to prepare himself, but the door brutally opened, making him jump. A huge hand grabbed him by the collar to take him in. She lifted him like he weights nothing and threw him on her bed.

Jasmine: So I asked around. I heard that you're the "suicidal freak" from the Slymoon pack. You're suicidal, love?

He nodded.

Charles: Depends on what you want...

Jasmine: I want you alive. I'm no necrophile.

Charles: Then no, I'm not.

Jasmine: Good. So let's set some ground rules. One, you're my new pet. Mine and only. Two, don't let anyone else hurt you, that will be my thing. Three, we need a safe word 'cause I might go overboard. Four, Call me whatever you want but I don't like my full name. My friends call me Jazz...

Charles: Sure...yeah please...

Jasmine: Shush, I'm not done.

He bit his lips in bliss. He knew that newly mated wolves had tendencies to have s*x quickly, but he didn't think the feeling was so strong. His whole body craved her touch. He was burning inside out in a fire of passion. Seeing him so excited made her feel wanted, happy and aroused. For the first time in her life, she finally felt like a woman instead of a warrior and she craved that feeling. She climbed on the bed, crawling over him to sit on his pubis. His hands instinctively gripped her broad hips. He clasped his lips together, holding out a desired moan. His eyes shifted to red, his body squirmed under her weight. She smiled as her eyes became lighter.

Jasmine: Your safeword will be "Tantrum". And you are going home with me, kitty cat. I've already talked to my Alpha and he will arrange it for us, honey. You have no choice but to choose me, got it?

Charles: Do you really want a... " suicidal freak" as a mate?

Jasmine: I can't think of anyone else to be my mate. We may not know each other yet. But I feel like we do and I want to explore every part of you. Every man I've been with were boring. But you seem so interesting.

Charles: You've been with other man?

Jasmine: Yeah. Some of them had huge di*ks. What about you? Oh, what do we have here? So small. You think you can f*ck me good with that peanut, kitty cat?

She lied. She had one lover once, and he left the morning after saying he felt violated. As if he had s*x with a male friend even if he was the one asking for it. But he didn't have to know. She was also actually impressed with his size, despite how tall he was, but seeing him throb and hold out his breath to the degradation made her even more excited. She unzipped her dress, making it fall off her breasts. This time, a loud howl came out of him. He tried to reach for her bosom. Her hand only was enough to keep both of his over his head. He let out a whimp as she caressed his neck with her lips, taking in his wonderful smell. She bit his shoulder hard enough to leave marks. He tried to hold it in, but the pain, the proximity and her smell began to be too much for him,

Charles: Oh, Goddess, I'm gonna c*m...

She quickly squeezed his test*cles with her free hand, making him scream and c*m through his pants.

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A scream resounded through the wall, waking both Henry and Ethan.

Ethan: What was that?

They stopped moving and making sounds to hear what was happening. Once they did, Ethan bite his lips to keep his laughter while Henry was frowning.

Henry: Oh n... No!

Ethan: That's you're fault man. You gave him her location and made me give up the room for her.

Henry: I didn't think they were going to be so loud! Damn it, I can never un-hear this.

Ethan: Wait wait wait...

As they listen they realized how much fun she was having with her mate. They smiled at each other, feeling so happy for their friend. Henry quickly frowned again with a disdainful look on his face.

Ethan: Let's... take a walk out.

Henry: Or sleep outside! Man, you better soundproof her room when we get back, or I swear I'll lose my sanity.

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Charles: What do you mean "she disappeared"?

Ethan: Look, she's my best friend too, I'll do everything in my power to find out where she is.

Charles felt his legs give out. Somehow, he could not even feel the mate bond. She was gone. His heart broke into pieces and promised himself to find her no matter what happened. Even if he had to kill a friend, he'd save her. He was ready to do anything for her

Charles: What's the plan?

Ethan: I've sent volunteer male warriors to try and find them in the west wing, since the demon seem to focus on females, but it's been days and they have not come back... The only plan we have is Darcy... my mate. She's a witch.

Charles: Where is she?