MARKING HIS VIRGIN MATE

Chasing his mate

*Kai pov*

I never had any empathy for humans. Everything about them reeked of weakness and failure, which annoyed me, and their way of life made no sense.

I only dealt with them when I needed something usually a distraction for my body, not my soul. Lust was easy. Desire was easy. But connection? Never. Especially not when my beast stirred under my skin.

Yet tonight something was wrong.

I had shifted into my beast form under the full moon, my claws thick and dark, my mind usually drowned in bloodlust and instinct. In that state, I was a pure predator, the Alpha of Alphas—no hesitation, no kindness. But instead of ripping apart the fragile human girl who had wandered too close to the woods, I had…held her. I protected her.

Why?

I asked myself that question over and over. In beast form, there was never compassion, never restraint. The pack had told me for years how merciless I became after a full shift—how I left trails of ruin and how even my own wolves gave me space until the frenzy passed. Normally I never remembered details, just vague flashes: claws, teeth, snarls. But tonight I remembered every second. The scent of her hair. The tremor of her heartbeat. The strange glow beneath her skin.

She was different, in a way I couldn’t describe. Human? Yes or maybe no, but she was definitely not wolf.

I took her to the oak tree by the river, one she should be safe beneath, especially since I placed a protection spell around it.

She would be safe until dawn. That was the limit of my mercy.

Her thoughts in my head were unwelcome, especially when trying to focus on other things, but I could still perceive her scene. Unique. And her weak image burned in my mind.

My phone rang on the table.

Alexia. Of course.

Alexia, the ever-persistent human girl who refused to leave me alone. She had a body like sin and a mouth that promised pleasure, but she bored me. She didn’t know my truth. She thought I was just a rich, dangerous man who liked his privacy, not the Alpha of the Deline Pack the most feared wolves in the north. If only she knew.

I hit decline. Not because I didn’t crave s*x, but because she could never satisfy the hunger that prowled inside me. I have tasted different p*****s, wolf and human alike, it was the same, initial excitement but the endgame was lame, just a short distraction, no real satisfaction.

I brought out the bottle of bourbon and poured a glass and stared out of the window at the moon that reflected red. This was the moon my seer had spoken of the age when I would finally meet my fated mate. “The stars are aligned,” she’d said. “This moon will bring you what you’ve been denied.”

But I’d felt nothing all night except rage, restlessness, and that strange girl’s scent. No mate. No bond. Just emptiness.

The phone buzzed again.

Sarah this time.

I let it ring. Another woman with endless s****l demands. Another distraction. This week was not for humans. This week belonged to my wolf ladies.

A knock rattled my door.

I didn’t even bother to check who it was before calling out, “Enter.”

Elisa stepped inside a young she-wolf from one of the lowest clans, eyes downcast, hands clasped nervously. Her pack was slaves to mine for thousands of years. The cleaners, maids, and handmaids. I perceived her fear from across the room. And it aroused my dominance. I love submission.

Perfect.

She was what I needed at the moment, even if it meant nothing, I still wanted to dwell in her well.

“Lock the door,” I said.

She obeyed instantly.

I approached her, the moon’s power still spreading throughout my body. I closed in on her. My senses increased. Her scent was exactly that of a low-born.

She looked away and her hair pushed back, exposing the pale line of her throat. Her pulse shook beneath my fingers. “Do you know what happens to wolves who enter the Alpha’s den?” I murmured.

She swallowed hard. “Yes, my lord.”

“Then you know what I expect.”

She nodded once, and in moments we were entangled in heat and breath and power. I demanded her cries, demanded the sound of my name. The room filled with the scent of wolf and sweat, with the echo of my command.

“My lord…” she gasped, half-voice, half-whimper.

Yes. Like that. Always like that.

But even as my d**k thrusted into her and her body shook at every thrust, my hunger grew worse, far from satisfaction, restless, clawing for something better, something more. No matter how many women I f****d; I was still the same empty.

I pulled out, her moans loud and clear enough to interpret as satisfaction. I rolled away and landed on my back, chest rising and falling, and sweat on my skin.

She lay trembling, waiting for another order.

“Get out,” I said flatly.

She scrambled to dress, eyes still lowered. Already the sight of her irritated me. The gossip was going to go round as usual among the low-borns on how she had pleased the Alpha, if only they knew that he had given me nothing but disgust and exhaustion.

The door closed behind her, leaving only silence and the echo of my own heartbeat.

I got up from the bed and headed to the shower, f****d twelve women from the previous week and had one tonight, but still my beast cried like a starving animal. I need to find my mate, and I need to do that before I die of s****l starvation.

The girl under the oak tree haunted me. The way my claws had stilled instead of striking.

No one had ever made my beast hesitate. No one.

I sipped my drink, trying to restrain myself from thinking of that weak human girl, any other thoughts but not her, she was probably wandering in my mind because it was the first time I remembered something while in beast form.

My senses picked up the faint howls of my pack in the distance, the low thrum of power that connected us. They wouldn't think that their Alpha was sitting alone in his room, disturbed by an ordinary human girl.

I had better issues to dwell on.

The Deline dinner was only days away the great gathering of all packs and tribes under the Alpha Council. Power, alliances, challenges. Every year it was a reminder to the others that the Deline Pack stood at the top, strongest of all. This year would be no different.

Or so I told myself.

But a whisper of doubt lingered. If my mate were out there, the Council would expect me to present her soon. A fated bond made an Alpha stronger. Without it, I was vulnerable, no matter how feared I was.

I ran a hand over my face. I hated feeling vulnerable.

My phone buzzed yet again. Alexia this time, then Sarah, then two more. I ignored them all.

They were all to fill, filling the space of my mate, well they didn't come close, I would never compare my Luna to some sets of d**k fuckers. But my patience was slowly running out.

All is a sudden my claws wanted out again. My body ached for violence, for release, for something real.

I thought of the girl again, how she lay peacefully under the oak tree. Her scent. Her touch. The strange power that pulsed through her.

Was she my mate?

No. Impossible. A human couldn’t be the mate of an Alpha.

And yet…

My beast was compassionate, it stirred from within, not lust this time but to claim.

My jaw tightened. This was a weakness. This was madness. I would see her again only to prove to myself she was nothing. To prove my control and probably f**k her.