The Alpha and His Huntress (ON HOLD)

Four

“The line between love and hate blurrs at a moment of lost.”

...

Silver

Four days.

Four longest days of my life that managed to lessen my life span in over a decade. It's been how long since I've found my mate, and since then, I haven't got a glimpse of her eyes. Heck, I don't even know her name.

I sighed.

My mate looked so serene in the hospital bed. My very own sleeping beauty. As much as I wanted to look at her all day, all night, I need her awake. I would have done anything to wake her from her slumber, but then I couldn't. It was the reason why I am always on edge. He was agitated, wild and inconsolable. A few feet away from my mate and I was already wanting to go back. I knew this is fear because my mate is in danger. It was a good thing that the doc dismissed every unmated male in the hospital, else there would be an added patient.

It wasn't all negative though. She was recently transferred to a suite and out of the ICU. According to doc Geneve, my mate is healing fine and oddly faster than she had expected. However, it seems that her body had gone into shock because of too much blood loss that's why she's still unconscious. Doc assured me that she's just taking her time to heal, but my wolf won't have it. As long as I don't see her eyes, then there would be no calming down.

The door opened.

“Hey.” Quinn, greeted me with a slight bow. Behind him was Vin, who was holding cups of coffee.

They are both mated, so my alarm system didn't ring any bell. Damian recognized them as protectors.

Vin hands me one of the coffee that he was holding. “Something to wake you up. You look like sleeping awake.”

I took it, taking a sip. I stood up, stretching a little. One glance at my sleeping mate and I stood by the window, looking outside at the hospital park where some patients are walking with their nurses or visitors. I rub my eyes, trying to rid of the sleep. I haven't got a good night sleep in a while. Damn. I couldn't even if I tried.

“You should get some rest.” Quinn commented.

“Yeah and some bath. You stink bro.” Vin added.

I didn't answer. I can't risk leaving. The fact that I've failed to save my mate was already taking its toll on my pride.

Sensing my thoughts, Vin sighed. “I'll watch her. Go on. She might fall back into sleep when she smells you as soon as she woke up.” He joked.

I shot him a glare.

“And, there's a surprise waiting for you in your office.” Quinn says.

Now that caught my attention. I turn to look at him. “What surprise?”

He shrugged. “It's about your mate.”

That very night I found my mate, I ordered Quinn to find out who she is. He was a computer genius who knows his way around those kinds of things. I was aware that the jet she was in was one of Walker's private planes, but I need to know who she is to them to be using that. Was she important? From the investigation Vin did on the plane, it turns out that someone tried to assassinate her. It's the been hijacked. Why is someone trying to kill her? And who? That and so many more questions I plan on finding answers to.

I growled. It happens every time I thought of anyone harming my mate. I have no control of my emotions anymore.

“Fine.”

...

When I arrived at the office, I took a quick shower from my private en suite bathroom. I shaved and brushed my teeth. After putting on a pair of clean clothes, I felt brand new.

I took a deep breath as I stood in front of my table—the very same table my father and his father's father had used before me. I look at the two wooden boxes on top of it.

Nervous. Knots twisted in my stomach as the realization that these things hold the truth about my mate. I'd finally get more than the look of her. However, I am also afraid because who she is will probably change everything.

Damn it. I can't even regret her.

Gathering all my courage, I open one of the boxes. I close my eyes and inhaled her scent coming off it. Almost instantly, my emotions calmed down. It had been washed, but her scent still lingered strongly on it.

I open my eyes again. Instead of nervous anticipation, a whole 'another feeling hit me when my eyes zeroed in on the black brassiere staring back at me on top of the pile of clothes. It was the same clothes she wore that night. I could feel heat coming off me in waves, covering me like a jacket. My eyes went wide when I saw the matching black lace panties beside it.

Fuck. Me.

‘No one's looking.’ Damian urged me. The bastard.

‘Shut up.’ I snapped.

‘Well, I was just making sure.’

I took the cover and slammed it back on rather harshly that the table shook with the force I deliberately applied.

Whoever put this together did this on purpose. Damn it. I felt ashamed that I would have picked it up and inhale it like a pervert if I hadn't thought of my mother's words.

“Silver, always treat your mate with respect.” She'd said.

Right. No matter how it looks like it would perfectly fit my hands, I would rather have the real version with the owner's permission. Of course. I could wait.

I opened the second box. There was a leather cover on top of it. One sniff and I knew instantly what it was. When I pulled it out, my suspicions are confirmed.

Inside the box are her weapons. It varies from knives to guns and there are even a number of daggers. It was all made from silver, the very thing that could kill us in one fatal shot. I didn't dare touch any of it.

There was a heavy-duty black case on the side. It was the safest thing to touch, so I took it. It was rather large and there were letters on its handle, only I couldn't read it because it was partially burned, making it unreadable. I flick the locks open and nearly gagged at the smell of silver nitrate. Inside are a number of silver bullets files with silver nitrate. This is the most lethal inventions of the Walkers that could instantly kill a werewolf once shot because as soon as it pierces the skin, it will release the silver nitrate in three seconds, effectively burning internal flesh and organs—even bones.

There are also five spray can color in black. They are neatly lined on the side of the case. I took one. It didn't burn me, so I lift it to my nose. There was no scent. Ah. It was what they used to mask their scents. Another incredible inventions of the hunters.

I put it back down, and notice the knife on the lid. It was being kept in place by leather straps. It's double-edged and though it was black I've no doubt it was made with silver as well just like everything else. What made it distinguishable was the Walker's crest on its velvet handle with the words 'TIER VI'.

As far as I know from our classes during high school, hunters, like us has ranks too. It was no secret that a Tier VI hunter is the highest rank, probably the best of the best.

Looking up on the blade, are another bunch of words. Written are the letters;

Lilliana Schantelle Walker

I knew instantly that this is my mate's name. “Lilliana.” Her name rolled out my tongue so easily as though I've been saying it my whole life. She has a beautiful name. I smiled.

Then just as fast, my smile dropped.

Walker.

Her surname says she's a Walker.

Oh, hell. She's a Walker!

There are only a few Walkers that's a hunter. Only Rey Walker the third, his wife, his three sons and one daughter. It was a known fact that he's very, very protective of his only daughter in fear of the werewolves targeting her. She was protected at all cost, never letting near a pack's vicinity. Rumor has it that she doesn't even know about our kind. So, unless the rumors are false, then she could have been one of Rey's son's wife.

The very thought nearly made me want to lash out and destroy everything near me. My vision turned a hazy red, clouding reasons.

I'm so damn furious. If that was the case. Then they would not doubt search for her. I ordered Quinn to check for any tracking device and destroy it and to make sure that her location can never be traced. But I know those hunters will figure it out in time. They are not stupid, and they don't lack resources.

I'll never let her go. She'll stay here for the rest of her life. I've decided to keep her. I just had to bend her to my will. I doubt she'll back down without a fight. She will surely fight the bond with everything she's got. She might try to kill me too, and I know it's a risk to keep her, but her place is beside me. Nowhere else. I might never be able to trust her, given her background. She'll always be a hunter, but she's going to be my Luna too.

Somehow, I need to get myself immune to her beauty and unaffected by the bond. I'm keeping an enemy close. A moment of weakness is unacceptable. It would be hard, I know, but I have no choice.

‘Silver. Get in here quick. She's awake.’

My heart pick up speed at what Vin told me. ‘I'm on my way.’