Worlds Apart

Mate

"Ok, si!" Mr. Adrain ,I quickly corrected myself, realizing my mistake. With that, I hurried out of his office. Considering we'd be leaving for a business trip meeting, I was allowed to leave the office early to pack.

Once I got to my apartment, I started gathering my things, but then I realized I was ditching my original plan for the night—the plan to get laid. I quickly went through my wardrobe, pulling out a sexy gown that showed off my figure and exposed just enough of my cleavage. I slipped on a pair of red heels that made me feel taller and more confident than usual.

After locking the door behind me, I carefully walked to my car and drove to one of the most popular clubs in the city—known for attracting powerful men. Maybe tonight I could catch the eye of someone, have a one-night stand, and then forget all about them.

When I arrived at the club, I showed my ID at the entrance and walked in, feeling a sense of confidence with every step. The loud music hit me immediately, mixing with the intoxicating scents of alcohol, expensive smoke, and perfume. I walked slowly toward the bar, ordered a drink, and took my time scanning the crowd. The place was alive—vibrant, loud, full of energy.

Then, my eyes landed on the dance floor. No... it couldn’t be. My heart dropped. It was Damien—*and* my ex-best friend. They were together, clearly enjoying themselves, while I had spent weeks crying myself to sleep, mourning the betrayal.

For a moment, my first instinct was to turn around and walk right out of the club. But I stopped myself. No. Tonight was about moving on. Tonight was about forgetting my hot boss.

I ordered a stronger drink, something that would drown out the sight of them. Slowly, the alcohol started to take effect, and my head felt lighter.

Soon enough, a young man invited me to the dance floor. I accepted, swaying to the rhythm as he pulled me closer. His hand moved to places I wasn’t expecting, and at first, I thought I’d be okay with it. After all, I was here to *forget*, to let go.

But instead of feeling liberated, I felt disgusted, but cause I was blinded by revenge, I so much wanted to proof that I was moving on ,cause I could see Damien looking I quickly fixed my face making it look like I was actually enjoying the feeling, unbeknownst to me I was actually being monitored by someoneII ok least expect from the CCTV.

*Adrain’s POV*

I could feel my wolf growling inside me. *Mate.* What was she doing at a club? The question echoed in my mind, but my wolf wasn’t letting it go. He didn’t like the way the young man was touching her, his hands sliding too freely over her body. At first, I saw the look of dissatisfaction in her eyes, but then, something shifted. A look of pleasure replaced it.

That look... I hated it.

I was on the edge of losing control, barely able to hold back the urge to shift and tear the man’s hands off of her. I was the only one who should be allowed to touch her like that. The only one allowed to bring her pleasure.

Then, I watched them move toward the back of the club, my blood rushing to my chest in anger. Why was the Moon Goddess punishing me with a mate like her? A part of me couldn’t stand it. I could feel my vision going red, the rage overwhelming.

Before I knew it, I was at the entrance to the room they had gone into. I kicked the door open, ready to rip the man apart for even thinking he could take her from me. But what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. She was trying to resist him, pushing against him as he continued to force himself on her.

The anger that surged through me had me acting without thinking. I punched the man, my fist connecting with his face. Blood spurted from his nose, and I felt satisfaction at the sight of it.

"Take him to the basement," I ordered my men.

I turned my attention to her—my mate—lying on the bed, unconscious and vulnerable. My gaze lingered on her, and something dark stirred within me. My secretary. The woman who was supposed to be loyal. I hated the thought of her like this, so broken and drunk. I didn’t want a mate who was *for every man*.

She was so out of it, so lost in the haze of alcohol. I didn’t know what to think anymore. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. She was a mess, and so was I. I couldn’t figure out what I actually felt for her. I then left asking my men to keep watch over the room from a distance and if she wakes up that she should be followed so as to know her place. In the meantime, I had a trip to prepare for.