My mate
989 Words
KEIRAN POINT OF VIEW
The room was too quiet. Too still. The air felt suffocating, like grief hung above my shoulders, ready to crush me.
I sat beside the bed, staring at the pale, unconscious girl lying motionless.
Diana, my mate.
The words still rang in my head, unreal but permanent. I’d felt the bond the moment my eyes met her broken body. Even then—despite the blood, the bruises, and the stench of betrayal—I felt the pull. It slammed into me like a punch to the chest, seizing every cell in my body. My wolf stirred violently, howling and restless, clawing at the inside of my ribs to get to her. To protect her. To claim her.
But she was unconscious, barely breathing, and in that moment, I could do nothing but watch.
The doctor, an old, experienced man from the central city pack, checked her pulse again. He frowned, eyes scanning her veins and the faint discoloration on her skin. He moved with careful precision, lifting her arm and placing a hand on her wrist. I couldn’t stop watching her face. Her lips looked dry, and her eyes were shut too tight, like she was trapped in some terrible nightmare.
I forced myself to speak. “How is she?”
The doctor sighed, wiping his hands on a clean cloth. “Her veins are battered, Alpha Keiran. Her body is under serious strain. She’s malnourished. There are signs of physical abuse, but…” He paused. “But she’s strong. She’ll wake up. Just not immediately.”
Something sharp pierced my chest. Anger, guilt, helplessness—emotions I was not used to. I had power, wealth, the world at my feet, yet right now, none of it meant anything. I couldn’t wake her with a command. I couldn’t force her to open her eyes.
“Will she be in pain when she wakes?” I asked, keeping my voice steady even though my throat felt tight.
“She’ll be disoriented. But if she’s treated gently, she’ll recover.”
I gave a short nod. “Thank you. Leave us.”
He bowed slightly and left the room.
I reached for her hand the moment we were alone. Her skin was cool against mine, soft and fragile, like a delicate piece of silk worn thin over time. I lifted her fingers to my lips and kissed her knuckles slowly.
“Wake up soon, beautiful,” I whispered.
Then I reached up and gently brushed a few strands of hair from her face. Her cheeks were slightly sunken, her lashes fanned like feathers across her bruised skin. Despite the exhaustion and pain carved into her features, she looked… ethereal and beautiful.
I had waited for the mate bond my entire life. Being the richest werewolf alive meant nothing compared to this—her. I was the head of all werewolves, powerful, feared, untouchable, yet I couldn’t protect my mate from the cruelty of those who were supposed to honor her.
She was supposed to be cherished. Instead, they discarded her like she was nothing.
The door creaked open behind me.
Draco, my most trusted guard, stepped inside and closed the door behind him. I looked up and gave him a signal—speak.
He straightened and cleared his throat. “Alpha… we found out more about her.”
I stood slowly, eyes narrowing. “Go on.”
“She’s Diana Blair. The only daughter of the late Alpha of Silvermoon Pack. She was… the rightful Luna. She made Desmond Alpha after her father died.”
I turned my head toward her unconscious form again, bile rising in my throat.
Desmond. That bastard.
Draco continued, his voice lower now. “He was her mate. But he cheated on her—with her best friend. Publicly. And when she found out, he humiliated her. Told the guards to punish her to cover up his shame.”
I clenched my fists so hard my claws pushed through the skin. My jaw locked, grinding against the fury building inside me.
He hurt her. His own mate. He broke the bond. He broke her.
“How dare that bastard do such things to my mate,” I said, each word trembling with rage.
Draco looked hesitant. “Should we move now? Strip him of his title? Pull the deal back and shut down his trade with the central pack?”
I shook my head once, slowly. My voice was low and full of ice. “No.”
Draco raised a brow. “Alpha?”
“I want her to wake up first. I want her to look him in the eyes and take it from him herself. Let her be the one to burn everything he built. He hurt her. Let her be the one to crush him.”
A small silence passed. Even Draco looked shaken.
“Understood,” he said quietly.
I turned back to Diana, crouching beside her again. I ran my fingers gently along her arm, careful not to touch any bruises.
“Make sure the maids prepare the best clothes for her, silk and velvet. And have the kitchens prepare warm, nourishing and healthy meals .”
He nodded. “Right away.”
I didn’t look at him. I was lost in her again.
She flinched slightly in her sleep, as if reacting to some ghost in her dreams. My heart clenched. I leaned closer and whispered at her ear.
“I will make sure they pay for treating you like this. All of them.”
I brushed my lips against her temple, inhaling her scent. It was faint but still there—jasmine, rain, and something sweet like crushed peaches.
My mate.
She wasn’t weak. She was a survivor. And now that she was mine, I’d make the world bow at her feet.
They would all regret the day they dared to harm what belonged to me.
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