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Chapter One
Xander
“Your mother was unjustly murdered. You were only a pup, barely four years old, but it set your future as the next Chios Alpha. Then, that Rigel scum and his Crete witch whore stole it all away, along with your mother’s life.”
It was the same speech I had heard my entire life. My father never let me forget what I was being trained for. Every waking moment of my childhood had led up to this night: the night I avenged my family and took back the pack that belonged to me by birthright.
I repeated the words in my mind as I slipped between patrols, my scent covered thanks to the newest witch my father had found willing to help us. They were scarce. Most of the witches in the area admired the Crete witches and their alliance with the Rigel pack. Growing up, I found that many of them didn’t even like my mother and uncle. They only liked the money my father offered…and bits and pieces of things my mother had given him to keep me hidden from the pack. Hush money to hide the fact that he was her fated mate.
In the end, my hidden identity probably saved my life. Who knows what the Rigel Alpha would have done if he knew the Chios line had an heir? An heir that was now coming back to destroy everything dear to them.
I made my way into the packhouse through the hidden passages my father had shown me. The very ones the Rigel had used to ambush my mother and uncle the night they were killed, as I had been told. It was poetic that I now used them to do the very same thing.
Moving through the passages and halls, I followed the map my father forced me to memorize. My shadow blended with the shadows of furniture as I hid from passing pack members, so wrapped up in their own conversation to notice anything out of the ordinary. The room I had in mind to attack first was coming into sight.
The plan was quite simple.
Before killing the Alpha and his traitorous witch mate, I would kill their heir and dangle her body in front of them. It was the eldest daughter, who would be the next Rigel Alpha. My father had heard all about the agreement with the Crete coven. The daughter would be the next alpha, while the son would be the witch’s next leader, taking the place of his grandfather before him.
Once I had taken away the pack’s future, it would threaten the witch’s plans, and all would fall around them with their tight network of witches feeling the threat to their future.
Finally reaching the door in question, I slipped in like a phantom, unnoticed by any, least of all, the she-wolf who dwelled inside. It wouldn’t be long now. I would make my father proud and take back what was meant to be mine.
I found myself frozen in place; a scent like nothing I had ever smelled before swept over me. So many fragrances, all of which caressed every sense of my body, brought to life parts of myself I had thought were completely under my control. With a single whiff, however, my illusion of control was quickly dashed.
I whipped my head around to the sound of a door opening, finding the most alluring pair of emerald green eyes locking with mine. The woman froze in the doorway, steam rolling past her like a nymph stepping out of the mist.
All the while, my mind sparked with a single word on repeat, over and over again.
Mate.
I moved before I realized what I was doing, my lips crushing against hers. Her arms wrapped around my neck, dropping the towel she had been holding, the terry cloth material pooling around our feet before I lifted her off the ground.
“What in the hell? Who are you?” she gasped between kisses, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist with no signs of stopping me. “How did you get in here?”
I wasn’t certain how I should answer. Your former executioner? Mate? The strange man who snuck into your room and is now groping you? Instead of words, all I could muster was a deep growl as I pressed her back into the wall behind her.
My hands squeezed around her round ass, savoring the firm mounds as I moved my lips to trail kisses and nips along her neck and shoulder. She tasted every bit the way I would imagine heaven to taste, better in fact. I could feel myself becoming addicted to the taste of her. I was already becoming addicted to her smell and the feel of her in my arms.
“Yes,” she moaned, her fingers gripping my hair as my head moved lower, my fingers moving to her legs. Her raven hairarrayed like a dark halo against the wall as her bright green eyes closed, hiding the pleasure that sparkled within them.
I let out a torturous sound as I found her ready, gratefully running my fingers along as her hips moved with their pace.
“More,” she urged, her hands running back down my shoulders, pulling on my shirt with her demand. I could hear the ripping of the fabric as she grew impatient, my fingers moving up to tease her.
She let out another moan, her body jolting from the pleasure as though she had felt nothing like this before. My finger moved back down. Her mouth fell open with a mixture of shock. With a moan, her hips continuing to rock as I pulled out and then back in.
“Who are you?” she moaned again, her body tightening around my fingers as I pushed her closer to her edge.
“You know,” I finally answered, hoping she would accept the answer. Because she knew. Maybe she didn’t know my name, but just as the word echoed in my mind, surely it echoed the same in hers.
She let out another deep moan, her fingernails digging into my neck as her body flooded with pleasure. She panted in my arms, looking at me with hooded, yet curious, eyes. She was still coming down from her climax when I reached between us todrop my pants. I barely gave her a moment to gather her senses as I lined myself up to her. I didn’t want her to ask me who I was again. I didn’t want to dance around the answer again. She would know in good time, but not until after I had a chance to calm my father and his rogues about a revenge that would never happen now.
Tonight, however, I wanted to enjoy my mate. It wasn’t rare for the fates to choose a mate for two people, but it wasn’t common, either. So many people in the world spend their entire lives never finding their mate, yet I had found mine. And true to the rumors of fate’s cruel sense of humor, I found my mate in the form of my family’s greatest enemy.
“Fuck, who are you?” she cried out. My hips thrusting upwards, burying me into her deeper with each movement.
“Don’t stop.”
