Alpha's Little Human Mate

Chapter 4: Jason's POV — One Skittish Mate to Go

Shock froze me in place, and all I could do was stare. Take her all in.

Her silhouette, barely visible in the dim light, was the epitome of grace and beauty. The gentle curve of her waist, the fluidity of her movements, every tiny detail about her was breathtaking.

Her eyes, big and doe-like, were pools of innocence and warmth, and they tugged at my heartstrings in a way I had never experienced. Her cheeks, flushed with color, were smooth and flawless. Her lips, soft and pink, were set in a frown so cute it made my heart flutter.

And the scent. Oh my god, her scent.

Even on this rainy night, the smell of her hit me like a train, making me feel desperate, crazy, happy, and at home.

The aroma of her skin was intoxicating, a mix of sweet and spicy that had my senses reeling. It was a scent that I knew I would never tire of. It was a scent that would forever be etched in my memory. It was a scent that was uniquely hers. It evoked a myriad of emotions within me - desire, love, protectiveness.

She exists. She is here. My mate. My heart was beating so fast, and it had nothing to do with the brawl I was just a part of. I felt no pain, no cold, no exhaustion. There was only her and pure, undiluted happiness.

I was eager to touch her, taste her, claim her right now.

My blood surged through my veins, carrying with it a wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. My world, which had always been filled with danger and uncertainty, suddenly felt safe and whole. She was the missing piece of my puzzle, the one I didn't even know I was looking for.

My hopes, dreams, likes, and plans all changed in a second to accommodate her. I felt my future bending from a simple straight line into a protective curve around this delicate and infinitely precious being.

Love. This is what love feels like.

Suddenly, I became acutely aware of Stacy's scent on me from earlier. The remnants of it clung to my skin despite the rain and sweat. The taste of her c*m still lingered on the back of my tongue, and it made me want to barf.

Too unpleasant, too offensive — not my mate's.

And I couldn't stand it now. I couldn't even imagine another woman that wasn't her. Every other woman I've looked at, kissed, pleasured, or f****d throughout my life, became just a faceless blur. Instead, the loveliest face I've ever seen filled every little corner of my mind.

Mine.

Barely a few seconds had passed since she opened the door, just long enough for her scent to change as her brain registered the threat. The smell of her fear was so strong that it broke through my delight at finding her. Next, I noticed the look of sheer horror on her face.

What? Was she afraid of me?

I couldn't comprehend that idea. I would never harm her. I would gladly carve out my own heart and plant it at her feet if she wished so.

Did she not feel the bond? Did she not know she was safe? Did she not know me?

No, no, no. That can't be possible.

The realization that she might not want me, might not accept me, was like a punch to the gut. It was a possibility I hadn't considered, a thought that sent a shiver of fear down my spine. A whine escaped my throat as my heart broke at that. And then a thought hit me.

Of course. All she saw was the beast. She was human.

Fuck! I should have known from the start. Mating bonds worked differently with humans. I wrecked my brain for any useful info but came up empty.

Shit. I should have paid more attention to this sort of information.

I could still hear her frantic heartbeat. It showed no intention of slowing down. I frightened my mate, I cringed inwardly. I caused her terror.

I quickly contemplated my options, each one more desperate than the last.

Turn back to the human form in front of her? No, that would only freak her out. Humans didn't know about us.

Maybe if I wagged my tail and licked her like a friendly dog, she would relax enough to recognize me as her mate. No, she would probably scream if I approached her that close. Or get a heart attack.

Walk away, turn, find some clothes, and then come back? Yeah, that sounded most reasonable. I could be a friendly stranger coming to a library for all she knew.

But the decision was taken away from me when the Dark asshole came back to play. And this time, he brought friends.

The white-hot rage surged through me. The instinct to protect her was so strong it was almost tangible. It was a force that drove me, that guided my every move. I would fight, kill, and die for her if necessary. It was a commitment I was ready to make without a second thought. It was the call of my heart, the call of my soul.

With one last glance, I turned my back on her, my chest tightening a bit at a loss. Then I rushed into the night to kill the bastards who ruined this precious moment for me.

***

The bodies of the Dark wolves lay lifeless on the forest floor, a grim reminder of the danger that had threatened my mate. Their eyes, once filled with malice, were now empty and hollow. The forest was eerily quiet, the only sound being the rain that washed away the traces of our brawl.

It didn't take me long to finish them off now that I was going for the kill, not only capture to interrogate. There were three of them, but they were no match for my skills or my Alpha power.

The other two that came into my territory were nowhere to be found. They probably ran straight to that d**k Damien - their Alpha - to report.

But why would the three wolves stay behind? It was a stupid way to die. Three warriors, no matter how trained, can't defeat an Alpa wolf, and that's something Damien knew well. They wouldn't risk exposure either, so why start a fight in the middle of the human inhabitant?

Something was amiss here, and not knowing what it was made me uncomfortable.

But I had more important things to do now. My mate was still at the library, and I couldn't wait to go and meet her. So, after I was done dragging their limp bodies to the forest, I ran back to my mate, only to see that she was climbing into a car with a middle-aged police officer.

A wave of brutal jealousy crashed through me, and it was all I could do not to howl in rage. I couldn't bear the thought of her with anyone else, the thought of anyone else touching her, looking at her.

I followed them from afar and watched her get out of the car and walk into an apartment building on the outskirts of Vale. Alone.

Good. Just a friendly lift, then. Since I couldn't exactly walk in after her, I jogged around the building, trying to guess which apartment was hers.

Her building was a modest one, its brick exterior exuding a sense of warmth and homeliness. It was nestled near the edge of the forest, surrounded by lush greenery. The sight of it filled me with a sense of calm, knowing that she was safe and secure within its walls.

A light went on in one of the windows on the second floor, and I gazed at it longingly. It was a small slice of her world that I could see, a world I longed to be a part of. The light from her window was a beacon in the darkness, a sign that she was there, that she was real.

For that, I didn't mind the coldness, the wind, or my drenched fur. Not if it meant I could be this close to her.

I strained to hear any sound, but it was a foolish hope. So, I just sat there for an hour and a half, watching her windows, getting a glimpse of her dark shape from time to time. And each time, my heart sped.

How is it that I was already in love with her? I didn't know anything about her.

However, the feelings I had for her were overwhelming, consuming. It was a love that had sprung from the depths of my soul, a love that had taken root in my heart. It was as if I had loved her all my life, I just didn't know what she looked like.

At that, my muzzle stretched into a feline grin. The girl was beautiful beyond any imagination.

As I sat there under the cover of darkness, I couldn't help but imagine our future together. A future filled with happiness and togetherness. I couldn't wait to get to know her, to discover her quirks, her passions, her dreams.

So, I looked at her windows until her lights went off. Tomorrow. I can wait until tomorrow to claim her.

Right now, I should go back to the pack and try to figure out what the hell the Darks are trying to accomplish with these stunts. Then, preferably, end them once and for all.

As I ran through the dark, easily finding the way back to my land, I made a silent vow to myself. A vow to protect her, to keep her safe from the dangers of my world. A vow to do whatever it takes to ensure her happiness. She was my mate, and I would move heaven and earth for her - even if she didn't know it yer. Even if she didn't know me.