Her True Mate

Chapter 12 - His Memories

*Four Years Earlier*

Dakota’s POV

“Merde∗!” I mutter under my breath, I was getting restless here.

My ridiculous Alpha has been on a downward spiral, and tonight, I walk into his office to see that he’s passed out in a pile of his vomit. I grabbed him and pulled him up, checking his breathing. I am sick of this fool’s tantrums. I am the fücking Beta for goddess’s sake, and I don’t need to be running everything without the rewards of my hard work.

I contacted Alpha John of the Silver Lake Pack about a possible job opening. Even if I had to take a warrior position, I needed to leave this pack if this is how it was going to be run into the ground. I hear Alpha John’s daughter is a beauty. If I am patient, I may end up Alpha of his pack.

The idea is pulling my wolf forward, but I am unsure if he will agree. We rarely see eye to eye on my ambitions.

I haven’t heard from my wolf lately; all he does is growl at me if he deigns to come forward. I am pissed at him for basically abandoning me, but he shut me out a few weeks ago. I have been entertaining she-wolf after she-wolf, all who have not been our mate, and he let me have it about ruining all chances of keeping our mate after we find her.

Screw him. The only mate I will take will put me in a position of power. If she can’t, or I can tell I won’t be able to control her, I will reject her and find a mate I can control. Who cares about mate bonds these days anyway? It’s not like anyone here is my true mate, and I doubt my mate will know how to please me when I find her.

I smirk at my thoughts. Screw the goddess and those who won’t reject a mate who betters them in every way. I make my destiny, not some goddess no one has ever seen.

I leave the pack house once I put the alpha to bed, leaning him off the side with a trash can under him. I can’t be late for this meeting with Alpha John, and the Gamma is already fussing over the Alpha like some whipped wolf anyway. The Alpha is days away from dying, and he needs to cross over soon or figure out his shït quickly. Neither will happen with my schedule, and I doubt he will make me Alpha if he does kick the bucket.

I started running in my wolf form towards the border. It’s about a three-hour drive to Silver Lake Pack, and there is a customs stop at the border I don’t feel like waiting at, so I ran instead.

My wolf still isn’t speaking to me, but is enjoying being in control, so I am just along for the ride, ignoring him like he does to me.

Suddenly, his pace increases, and I perk up at the faint scent of cinnamon and honey. It’s intoxicating.

My wolf growls out the word ‘Mate.’

Merde, I take advantage of his distraction by her scent, forcing the shift and regaining control before he makes a decision I disagree with.

I quickly changed into jeans and a button-down from my bag instead of being naked on our first encounter, which would make it harder to control my wolf, and stood back up to get a better glance at her.

He would mark her if I hadn’t forced the shift, which wasn’t what I wanted. Not until I can learn who she is and if she is worthy of me. The she-wolf doesn’t see me yet, giving me time to look at her, lost in her thoughts, to pay attention to her surroundings. Strike one.

She’s gorgeous, though, tall, 5’6 or maybe 5’8, with long, thick brown hair reaching her lower back. She’s lean and has a beautiful honey-colored skin tone. Her dark blue eyes starkly contrast with the rest of her appearance. My breath catches in my throat as she looks up.

Her plump red lips are calling to me as they part. She stops walking, being alerted to my scent, probably, and freezes a few feet from the border.

Her eyes meet my own, and I watch as she checks me out, and I smirk. She is rooted to her spot, and against my own will, I make the first move. I rush over to her, unable to help myself. So, I may be a little curious about her beauty after all.

“Hello, gorgeous,” I purred, then asked her, “What’s your name?”

She stares at me, mouth parted like she has forgotten how to talk.

Baise∗, her mouth is perfect.

She mutters out, “Ka-Kait-Kaitlin!”

“Hello, Kaitlin. I am Dakota Bane, Beta of the Blue Lake Pack.” I let my accent out thickly, emphasizing my title, and my wolf emits his aura. Girls love that. I instantly saw her melt a little at that.

“Hello,” she’s breathy, likely thinking of my favorite part as her eyes roam over me. At least, I hope so.

“I am Kaitlin Hamil, daughter of the Alpha of the Silver Lake Pack.” She smiles up at me with thick, full lips.

Oh yes, this will do nicely.

I smile at her, letting my full smile out as I think I have finally caught a break and an easy in with achieving my goals of becoming an Alpha. I take my finger and run it down her slender face towards her chin to look better at that mouth. I feel my pants starting to get tight at the electric sparks running through my hand and the rest of me.

“Why, gorgeous, are you all alone out here?” I felt my wolf pushing forward. Is she meeting someone here?

The thought pisses off my wolf.

‘MINE,’ he growls out.

I keep the possessive growl from escaping my lips. I can’t decide if I want her yet; I need to meet her father first.

“I needed space to think for a while. I come here often. It’s on the edge of my pack territory.” She says. Good.

But a frown came across her face, and her lips opened and closed as if she had thought of something. I need to distract her if she decides to reject me before I can find out if my plans will work.

“Why are you here?” She says to me.

I start distracting her as I trail down her soft skin, tracing slow lines down her neck to her arm. Slowly going up and down, sending more sparks shooting through me and her based on the shivering I feel. My pants are becoming uncomfortable now, and controlling my damned wolf is becoming difficult. I can feel my gums watering from him trying to extend my canines.

“I came because I have a meeting with your father, actually,” I smirked. Her eyes lit up at that.

“Oh.” She’s frozen under my touch, her lips forming an O.

Yes, little mate, feel it all.

Oh, the things I want to do with that mouth.

“I can take you to him if you’d like?” She pants. I look at her greedily.

“In a minute, gorgeous.” I can’t help it as my lips crash into hers.

I can tell she’s inexperienced by her movements, but I let her feel like she’s in control. This I can work with. It’s always better to teach a bïtch than train one.

She tastes divine.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I lift her so that her beautifully long legs grip me tightly around my middle. She’s light, good. I can’t have a fat mate.

I could feel her pulling away all too soon, and I let her. Slowly, I put her back down, and she turned red from the position she was in. I laughed at her blushing, still keeping her close to me, relishing the sparks for the moment.

“You smell amazing, gorgeous.”

She smiles at me.

“So do you. Like freshly cut grass in the spring.” She blushes again. Her innocence is screaming at me.

“Mmm, you smell like honey and cinnamon to me, gorgeous.” I purr out and pull her closer for another kiss. I need to get control of myself, or my wolf will ruin everything.

“Shall we go see your Father then?”

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Merde (French): Shït

Baise (French): Fück