11. Mate
218 Words
Mate!
He's here.
I just know it.
My mate.
Either he's here or have been, which means he's close to me.
Or maybe he's already d—No!
No. No. No. He's not in these piles of dead.
NO.
He's here. Close to me.
So close...
Mine!
"Then what should we do Yuloppė?"
"Burn it!"
M—WHAT!?
"NO!"
No. No. No. No!
That's my mate!
No one will harm him!
No one!
No. One!
"Falveñ!"
Mate.
"Son, what the hell are you doing!?"
Mate.
"Xee no! Get back here!"
Mate.
"Falveñ that's black magic! Please come back!"
Mate.
"No no no! Please brother step away from there!"
Mate.
"That's enough Hexton! Do not cross the line with your Alpha! Get. Back. Here!"
Mate.
"Falveñ!"
Mate.
Brisk!
SLAM.
Ah...
That scent.
Vanilla. Musk. Sharp and peppery with the sweetest aroma.
Breathing deep...
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
That aura.
So glorious. So intoxicating. So animalistic.
Forceful. Addictive. Intense.
Sigh...
That feeling.
Anticipation. Recklessness. Obsession.
That animalistic craving. That primitive need. That crazed sensation.
Unrestrained. Unpracticed. Uncaring.
He's here.
Whip!
He's here.
My mate is here.
Mine.
I'll get to him..
I'll keep him by my side.
I won't ever leave him.
I won't ever let him go.
Not this time.
Never.
"HEXTON!"
"XEE!"
"FALVEÑ!"
"NO!!!"
BANG.
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