The Reedemed Alpha

Mate

Jonathan

The voices were howling with blood lust inside his head.

The two great stags were fighting each other. Their antlers locked.

It looked like dinner would be an easy two for one. He normally liked his prey to run. It made the thrill so much more victorious.

The hunt was the only thing that entertained him now.

Ever since he was banished to this pathetic human world. His claws flexed in the ground below him. Rage at the memory spurring him and the voices on.

His brother.

Hunkering down and watching through the trees a mile away he was ready to pounce. A breeze blew past his nose. With it an even more tantalizing scent. Lilies…and jasmine? Those flowers didn't grow around here. Especially not around this time. He should know. He'd hunted throughout these parts for years. He didn't know what it was but it even made the damn voices shut up.

Ignoring the bucks he turned east. He heard a car driving down a dark road. With it the sounds of other people chatting. Dishes clanking and music playing. The smell of human food cooking made his stomach growl.

Was that it?

No. This aroma was something else. It made him feel…almost normal again

Normal. He snorted.

It was about two miles away when he came to a stop. He stayed hidden behind the trees. Peering out he saw a bar with cars parked in uniformed rows. But that's not what held his attention.

It was the girl. That was her scent he found. Curiously he watched her freeze at the entryway and nervously scan the woods where he hid. He tensed when her eyes landed in the spot where he was before quickly disappearing inside.

Craning to hear he made out her asking directions. It wasn't easy over the noise surrounding them.

'...a route that gets me closer to Maine?'

'...follow this road you'll hit the interstate-'

'I avoid interstate as much as I can. They…kind of give me anxiety. Back roads are better for me.'

'Oh. Alright. So you can follow this road for about twenty minutes, take a left, then there will be signs that should guide you the rest of the way.'

He then heard her get up.

Looking at the car that she drove in, he shifted back to his human form.

He didn't spend much time in his human form. Being a wolf made him feel closer to his fae side.

Anger flooded him again. He cursed his brother and his mate for doing this to him.

Staying low he made it to the car. Quickly he popped the cap of the tyre. Moving fast he hid back in the forest and shifted.

He didn't know what possessed him but something about this girl intrigued him. Nothing had intrigued him in a long time. He wanted to get a closer look at her.

Following her in the darkness cover of the trees, he padded at an easy run along side her as she drove. It didn't take long for the air to run out.

Still watching he was impressed she knew how to fix the problem.

This girl was independent.

Her scent was intoxicating to him.

The flashlight she had darted back and forth through the trees.

'Keep your s**t together Vena.' He heard her mumble to herself.

Vena? Was that her name?

It was pretty. It suited her.

His wolf who had been silent for four years was stirring since Johnathan had got the first whiff of her. Now it was…happy?

Taking that as a sign he padded closer to her across the road.

She slowly turned around and he tensed.

She screamed and went to hurry inside the car. On instinct of his now active wolf his paw swiped out and tripped her. He heard her head crack on the road.

Damn it!

He moved his snout in her hair and jumped slightly when her hair fell off.

A wig. It was a wig?

Long dark chocolate colored hair tumbled out and spilled into the small amount of blood from her wound.

He had to help her.

Wait, since when did he feel the need to help humans?

Why her?

Freezing, everything became crystal clear. She was his.

He put his nose to her neck and took a longer sniff. Realization and the irony of it all came crashing down. His jaw tightened. And she was human.

Pacing away he would glance at her.

Damn it all!

This had to be his ultimate punishment.

Stopping, he sighed. Shifting again he picked her up and put her in the backseat. It had been a while since he drove a car.

The cabin he was supposed to stay at wasnt far. The cabin his brother "graciously" gave him in the human world. Not that he ever did stay there.

Driving there wasn't too difficult except there was no road that actually led there. He got as close as he could. Which was only about a mile away.

Getting out and picking her back up over his shoulder he grabbed her small bag and suitcase.

She was light. Too light even for him. The clothes themselves were a good size too big for her. He could feel her bones pressing into him as he carried her.

'Please…'

He came to a halt as he heard her voice whispering.

'Almost there.' He answered gruffly.

Once at the cabin he kicked the door open. Settling her down on the creaking metal framed bed he then set her things next to it.

There were candles that had never been lit stored under the kitchen sink. Looking at her head wound he cleaned it and bandaged it with an old sheet after he shredded it with his hands.

After he settled her he went through her things.

Only a few outfits that looked to be a size too big for her. An Identification card.

It read Piper Alicia Stephens.

Confusion made his brows furrow.

Wasn't her name Vena?

Inside a folded shirt was a small revolver.

Who was this girl?

A wig, too big of clothes, fake ID, now a gun. It was obvious she was running from someone. That or she was just crazy.

Looking around he began to plan.

He remembered what Cassandra had said to him. His mate was the answer.

The rage came again.

He wanted to help his brother. But that clearly backfired and earned him his eyes to be burned and thrown in a dungeon. Later to be cursed with evil spirits that resided in his head and then to be banished.

Growling, he stalked around. It had been ages since he cleaned himself up. Looking down at himself he noted he was filthy. Looking back at the girl he figured he'd look less grotesque with a bath and…

He palmed his scruffy beard that he had grown in the last four years.

Maybe a shave too.

Turning to go do just that he stopped. He remembered what Cassandra tried to do after she woke up in the fae world.

Taking the rest of the torn sheet he tied her hands and feet to the bed frame.

Adjusting the dusty blanket over her he left. His next move he wasn't sure what it was but he just hoped this one would be more compliant then his b***h of a sister-in-law.