His Broken Dire wolf

Molly’s POV “Nice shot Molly!”, my best friend Jill shouts out. “Wow, I think I made that ball on the green!”, I say excitingly and squint towards the 150-foot shot I made with my seven iron. “I could actually make par if I get it in the hole this next shot” I try not to sound too excited. Stoked that my golf game is finally something I can feel confident about, especially when playing at a fancy golf course like this one, Half Moon Bay golf course. The girls' golf team at my high school has about twenty-five girls on the team, but only the top eight get to play in large tournaments like this one. I went from being number eighteenth on the list, to fourth in a month. It wasn’t a sport I ever imagined playing, but after an injury from softball, I decided to try something less competitive and more relaxing. But sadly, my best friends can tell you I make everything a competition; making golf no different to how I mentally played on the softball field. I’ve always been a physically active person and, strangely, been able to pick up on every sport I try and perform extraordinarily well. “Well don’t get your hopes up yet, that’s about a 12-foot putt going uphill still”, commented Jill as she swings her long blonde ponytail over her other shoulder. Jill and I are the same height and same build, the only difference is I have a darker complexion with brown hair and blue eyes, while she has a fair and freckled complexion with blonde hair and green eyes. To me, she is the most gorgeous girl at our school. Jill is number three on the team and has played since she was a kid, and she has a competitive streak as well. Probably why our coach teamed us up together against our rivals, Forest Haven High school. After my hit, the two girls on the other team take an extra stroke after hitting their balls in the water. Jill and I tried to hide our smirks but I always fail miserably when it comes to hiding my facial expressions. One of the other girls glared at me. I was about to say some words of encouragement when out of nowhere I was slammed against a tree by something tall and hard which I would assume was a bear after hearing a loud growl escape from my attacker. Wyatt’s POV “Wow Alpha, was that a slice just now?”, my gamma, Drew laughs as he waits impatiently for me near the flag of the 18th hole. My wolf, Benson, has been restless since we left the pro shop. I’ve been playing poorly all day and can’t seem to get my wolf to just relax. Instead, he has been pestering me to let him out. I shoved Benson to the back of my mind and went searching for my ball that flew way left of the green and across the cart path towards the 1st hole. I heard Drew's laughter and saw him start waving and pointing his finger further out to where my ball supposedly rolled off to. Annoyed to be losing to my Gamma, I drag my feet across the cart path till Benson makes me freeze, alerting me of an amazing aroma. Instinctively I take a sniff to narrow down what species I may be dealing with; instantly my heart feels as if its beating painfully faster as the magnificent alluring smell of lavender and honey causes me to salivate. “MATE”. Benson's voice and mine speak in unison as the word slips out. The word I’ve been so anxiously waiting to say. I run like a mad dog through the golf course, not caring about the other golfers around me being irritated with me interrupting their game. Benson picks up the speed and I feel like I’m flying across the green grass, towards my mate. I continue to take in her scent and can’t seem to identify her species yet; which is embarrassing because an alpha Lycan should be able to decipher these things easily. Suddenly the wonderful smell is flooding my nose that I practically can taste her. Finally, I notice I’ve come across a group of female golfers playing about two hundred yards away from where I had lost my ball. And there she was, my mate. I watch my mate just finish hitting the golf ball from the tee box and recover her stance. I can’t help but observe every little detail of her body. Starting from her ankles and my gaze slowly drinking in the view as my eyes travel to my beautiful mate’s tan athletic legs, up her toned thighs, her short sports skirt hugging all of her curves in the right places and tight booming ass. Her cute perky breasts under her collared shirt look to be the perfect size to give me a handful. The view of her slender neck makes my jaw lock as I clench my teeth down too hard. I imagine leaving my mark on the left side of her warm elegant neck. And it’s not till I notice her amazing smile, she has the plumpest pink lips I’ve ever seen, and my c**k begins to feel alive and stiff, knowing full well that those lips will be wrapped around my d**k soon. Her cute little nose scrunches as she jokes around with her blonde friend next to her. My mates’ big blue eyes are shaded by long dark lashes. Her long brown hair that’s pulled into a ponytail cascaded over her shoulder and bits of loose and bangs frames her face. Her smile gave her cheeks a little fulness that made her come off with a bit of a babyface, but very adorable. Adorable? Never would I imagine myself using the word, Benson suddenly interrupts my thoughts, “Must meet mate now”. And before I know it, Benson can no longer hold back and just appreciate the view, as my wolf decides to take over and with a sprint and before I know it I have my beautiful mate pinned to a tree. Benson growling and practically drooling as he prepares to mark her as ours. I begin to take control again and try to refocus on what’s going on, while I hear our mate let out a gasp, and my heart drops as I read fear expressed immediately across her face. Which is strange, because she should be as thrilled as I am to feel the mate bond; unless she is human, then she would not know the mate bond. I can hear her heartbeat racing; I looked down towards the sound and take in her dress attire, realizing that as much as I love her sexy black sports skirt, I don’t appreciate the pervy old men on the golf course seeing my sexy mates’ upper thighs. Relieved to see she is not flaunting her beautiful cleavage, I notice the collared shirt my mate is wearing, has a high school logo on it. s**t! How old is our mate? “Excuse me”, her melodic voice brings me back to her adorable face and I can’t help but continue to fantasize about her soft lips being locked to mine. I make direct eye contact with my mate. “Sir, I need you to step back, I think you have mistaken me for someone else”. The mate bond doesn’t have the same effect on her as it does on us. She can’t sense us. She doesn’t realize we are her goddess given mate. I take a step away but keep her somewhat enclosed between my large built and the tree I had her pinned to moments ago. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to greet you so aggressively…. I uhhh saw you and I was overly excited to meet you”. I see her eyes squint and her eyebrows furrow, not really convinced by my response. I can feel Benson shaking his head in embarrassment, “You sound like an i***t” he mutters. I want to strangle my wolf after that remark, especially because he’s the one at fault for getting us in this mess.