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I could always tell when he approached his office. A musk scent would fill the room. My heart would beat a little faster and my breath got a little shorter. This was always the case even for that morning.

"Good morning Mr Quinnell," I whispered as he walked in.

"Morning Arielle." "Can I see you for a moment in my office?" He replied his voice cold.

It always was but that morning it was a little bit colder than usual.

"Yes sir," I replied obligingly following him into his office.

I knew exactly why he had called me into his office and I dreaded whatever it was that he was about to say to me. A little part of me though hoped that it was going to be a positive response but deep down I knew that that was just wishful thinking.

I had feelings for Mr Quinnell. Working as his assistant for five years now. In all that time I had never once seen him as anything more than the menacing figure that he set himself out to be. All that had suddenly changed one day. Since then all I ever wanted was for him to see me as a woman, not as an employee.

"What is this Arielle?" he asked holding up his phone to my face.

At that moment I did not know what to say to him. I just stood there my feet frozen to the ground. The previous night I had had way too many drinks and ended up confessing my feelings to him on the phone and when he hung up on me I had written a lengthy text explaining what I felt for him and in lengthy detail at that.

"I asked what is the meaning of this damn it!" His voice echoed through the office and in that moment I felt my legs get wobbly.

"I am so sorry sir, I…..I….."

"You what? Finish your damn sentences!"

This was the first time he ever used such a tone with me. He had never raised his voice at me before. I had heard him shout at his other subordinates but he had never shouted at me. To me, he was always so sweet and gentle and he treated me like a cub. I felt tears burn my eyes threatening to flow if I said one more word and a lump rose to my throat blocking my voice.

"Talk I said!"

In this moment I took several steps back retreating to the locked door with my hands behind my back and my head facing the ground. Seeing me retreat, he moved from behind his desk and headed towards me. He took my hand from behind my back and firmly squeezed it and with his other hand he cupped my face and lifted it to look at him.

"Listen to me, Arielle." His eyes turned black. I saw in them rage burning deep.

I felt my heart sink. I knew clearly that the words to follow would not only crush my heart into powder but burn the living hell out of me. Here he was the man I thought to be my one true mate about to reject me and to my face at that after I had contemplated for months whether to confess or not. I knew the consequences of my actions would either be grave or completely fulfilling. If he accepted me I would have found my mate but if he did not then I would be doomed.

"You are nothing to me. You mean absolutely nothing." "You are just a low rank Omega and you dared to confess your feelings for The Alpha?"

That hurt. It hurt worse than I would have ever imagined. It felt like my soul had just left my body. I felt like a carcass at that moment. I could no longer fight back the tears so I removed my face from his hand and let the tears flow. As the warm tears rolled down my cheeks I realized just what a grave mistake I had made and in that moment there was nothing I wanted more than for the earth to open up and swallow me.

"And just so you know I would never claim you as my mate in a million years. You are just a weakling and how could you ever imagine becoming the Luna of my pack? You could never! Get that in your head!"

These words cut me. They cut deeper than any celestial blade could. I broke free from his arms.

"Excuse me," I said exiting the room.

I could no longer stand being anywhere around him so I headed out. I spent the whole day running errands. Holding myself together even though my body threatened to break down at every turn.

As I walked home that night I felt listless and empty.

I tried calling Scout, my best friend, but I kept getting redirected to voicemail. I felt short of breath and my heart felt like it had a heavy weight pressing on it. I wanted to just be somewhere far away from myself. I then got a text from Scout.

'Hi Ari, meet me at Westend Club, I'll be waiting, love you'

This was not a time that I wanted to go to any club but I knew that if I went home I would just end up crying all night so I just went to meet Scout.

I told him everything that had happened and at the very end, I was on the verge of tears.

"Come here Ari," Scout said pulling me in for a hug. "He is simply not worthy of you and I am pretty sure that he isn't your mate," Scout said with such surety in his eyes that I found comforting.

But still, I knew that Mr Quinnell was my mate. I was very sure of it.

" Scout you know that if I don't find my mate soon I will die alone," I whispered in between sniffles.

"No, you won't die alone, and besides I already know who your fated mate is." He said pulling himself out of the hug and looking me in the eyes to show that he was not joking.

Chapter 2

"What!" I asked.

I thought that my ears might be failing me for a second there.

" I said, I know who your fated mate is," Scout repeated shouting so that I could hear him better.

"Stop joking around."

Being one of the few werewolves, my age, who had not found their mate, the topic of fated mates was a sensitive topic. Scout always claimed that he had found him but refused to tell me who no matter how much I begged him to.

"I will tell you later but for now have a drink and forget all about him," he said.

I knew that no matter how much I tried to convince him to tell me he would not so I just gave up. Mates was the only secret that Scout ever hid from me. I did not quite understand why but he did. We never kept anything from each other but he drew the line at his mate and as much as I wanted him to open up about it I knew that pursuing the issue any further would only push him away. He was the person I held most dear to me so I simply let it go.

Scout ordered a few drinks and a few shots later I could feel them kicking in. I was the reckless type of drunk. I would often make bad decisions on a drunk night and although the decision I was about to make that night would seem horrible at first it would turn out to be the best decision I would ever make for myself.

"Let's dance Scout," I shouted in between giggles already on the dance floor.

"You're drunk Ari, get back here, " said Scout.

"No, I wanna dance, pretty please," I said pouting like a baby.

Scout looked at me a slight twinkle in his eyes that he always had whenever I behaved like a kid. That twinkle was always accompanied by a slight smirk.

"Whatever Ari, dance your heart out and forget about that idiot who doesn't deserve you," he whispered into my heart, having now joined me on the dance floor.

"Don't talk about him that way you know he's your Alpha," I whispered giggling.

"But he can't hear me."

We laughed it out.

Even in my drunken state, my senses were always hyperactive thanks to my wolf part. At that point, I could feel a burning gaze on my back. I could feel that someone was watching me. At first, I thought that it was because I was not dressed for the occasion as I was still in my work clothes having had no time to change. Still, it was acceptable enough that security allowed me in.

I turned around to tell Scout but he had moved towards the bar already so I just ignored it and kept dancing. At that moment I felt someone grab my waist. It was the most disgusting thing I had felt the whole day.

"Hey! Let go of me you creep!" I shouted turning around to look at who it was.

"C'mon, I know you like it." Said the middle-aged man who looked bent out of shape. He tightened his grip around my waist.

"I said let go!" I shouted once more trying to pull away but his grip on my waist was too strong.

I started screaming but he put his hand over my mouth. I was on the other end of the dance floor. Scout could not see me and my strength was weakened by the alcohol so I was at his mercy. I felt completely defenseless and at the mercy of a stranger whose intentions seemed crystal clear. The tears that I had tried holding back while on the dance floor, all came streaming down.

"Don't cry." He whispered on my ear lobe licking it a little bit. I could feel his saliva and hot stinky breath on my skin and it made me feel so dirty.

"She said let go, you idiot!" A deep voice shouted from behind.

I looked up to see a tall figure standing right behind the man.

"Why don't you move along and mind your own business, huh?" replied the man his hand having shifted to my wrist now.

"I won't until you let go of her!"

"And what if I don't?"

In a split second, the tall figure held the creep by the neck threatening to break it. His other hand slowly broke the creep's fingers one after the other. He screamed in pain but amid the chaotic room echoing loudly with the music hardly anyone heard him.

I stood still shaking like a leaf but the dark lifeless eyes of the tall figure told me that the fingers were not the only thing that he was going to break. I moved closer to him and tugged at his suit.

"Please let go of him. I think he has now learned his lesson." I said looking at him with pleading eyes.

He looked at me for a while his eyes still lifeless, then he let go of the man. The creep crushed to the floor coughing his heart out before he crawled away groaning in pain.

"Thank you, sir," I said letting go of his shirt.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Yes, I am."

At that moment I looked down and noticed his claws. I took a step back. Even though I grew up a werewolf around others it still shocked me to see one in the human world. Noticing my eyes shift to his claws he quickly retracted them. I thanked him again and started walking away.

A hand pulled me back into his chest. His scent was hypnotizing. He smelled like snow and the wind. In the next moment, he laid his lips on mine. My eyes popped open as I felt the warmth of his lips on mine. He immediately noticed my shock and pulled away.

"I am sorry miss." He said softly letting go of my hand.

Overcome by some sort of temptation and desire I pulled on his suit and kissed him. His hand reached around my waist and I got lost in the heat.

Chapter 3

I had just gotten rejected by the Alpha of my pack in the morning whom I had thought to be my fated mate and here I was at night making out with a man I knew nothing of.

I felt a sensation ripple through my body as he drew a line along my back. Before I could make sense of what was going on we were back at his house. His hand reached for the button on my shirt.

"May I?" he asked in between kisses.

Without hesitation, I nodded giving him the go-ahead signal. He picked me up from the ground and put my legs around his waist. He kissed with a passion that burned deeper than the fiery pits of hell. He then put me on top of the marble kitchen island. Going down on his knees he pulled my pants off. With his hands, he held my legs apart. His tongue then proceeded to penetrate me eating me up like I was his last meal. My hand reached for his head as a soft moan left my lips. I felt my body tremble. He looked up and smirked at me. He lifted me and carried me in his hands up the stairs and laid me on the bed. He unbuttoned my shirt and started kissing the nape of my neck. His tongue swiftly went to my neck and moved on to my boobs. He reached his hand behind my back and unhooked my bra removing it and letting it fall on the floor.

His tongue proceeded to do wonders to my nipples and in that moment I felt the space in between my legs throb like crazy. His tongue moved along my stomach and stopped on my lower abdomen. My hand which was now on his back dug deep into his skin my claws coming forth.

He removed my skirt and then removed his shirt. In better lighting, I could now see him better. He was tall and pale-skinned, his eyes were still lifeless, but a burning flame of desire lit up in them seeming as though it would burn anything to satisfy itself, and his physique was out of this world.

He parted my legs and his hand swept over my thighs as he went down and started kissing them. When one of his hands swept up as if to reach into me, I flinched and my reflexes clumped his head in between my thighs. Embarrassed I turned away and opened my legs once more. At this point, I thought he would be turned off and leave even though the desire in my body burned greater than the pits of hell.

Instead, it only seemed to have deepened his desire.

"I will start slow, I can tell it's your first time." He whispered when he came up to breathe.

My face turned red. He wet two of his fingers and proceeded to insert them into my opening. A soft moan left my lips and my pussy tightened around his fingers. Aroused by this I could see his bulging self threatening to rip open his pants. My hands free I decided to tease him like he had teased me. I placed my hand around his member and rubbed my hand on it.

A groan left his lips as he cupped my hand in his and pressed it against his member. I then pulled my hand away and clasped the sheets unable to withstand my craving anymore.

"I will make you regret that princess." He whispered into my ears.

He took his fingers out and licked them before he proceeded to unbuckle his belt and release the monster behind. My gaze fell on his member and my jaw dropped. Aroused now his member had awakened and I couldn't even clasp it in my hand. He proceeded to carefully insert himself into me, ensuring that it wouldn't hurt as much.

"It will only hurt for a little while." He said his voice full of genuine concern.

He kept his member in me until I adjusted to the pain then he started thrusting slowly.

"Zayne, that is the name I want to hear you scream." He said his surge of surety visible in his voice.

He then proceeded to increase the pace of his thrust. A surge of pleasure washed all over me covering the pain I had felt just a few seconds ago. My claws sunk into his skin making him bleed. I screamed and moaned with every thrust. He whimpered and groaned. Every time I screamed his name he would go faster, deeper, and harder.

In that moment of ecstasy and pleasure, he went to the nape of my neck and bit into me. He knotted and ejaculated in me. He marked me and proceeded to whisper;

"I now claim you as mine."

Drowned at the moment I felt a surging rush through me and I experienced the true peak of mating, his words were drowned out by the pleasure I felt at the moment.

We proceeded to stay in that position with him laying on top of me kissing every corner of my body until his knot wore off.

I then fell asleep and that was the best sleep I had had after months of insomnia, with him lying on my bare chest.

The next morning I woke up to find a stranger laying his head on my chest. Parts of the night were a blur. Looking around the room it all came flooding back. I realized the gravity of my actions after I recalled that he had marked me as his mate. I was dumbfounded but at the moment my biggest concern was to leave the place as fast as possible and go home.

I tried to slip away but he held my hand firmly. I finally petted him till he was relaxed and went back to sleep. I took my clothes off the floor and dressed up ready to leave.

"Where are you going, mate?" A deep voice asked

I turned around to find Zayne staring at me his lifeless eyes seeming to search my soul for answers to questions he had asked verbally and those that he hadn't.

"I'm sorry I have to leave for now," I replied running off.

"I will find you mate" I heard a voice echo through the hallway as I ran towards the elevator.