Embraced by a Heartless Mate - Ceferine Young (inspirational novels txt) 📗

CHAPTER 1 - The Unfortunately Fortunate Meeting

“I told you, I’m not a rogue!” I cried. I’d been held captive by a pack of werewolves. My hands and feet were tied with a silver chain so I was having a hard time trying to get away from them. How’d they manage to even touch anything made of silver? That, I didn’t know.

 

I was tied onto a wooden chair. I was in so much pain. My wrists and ankles felt like they were burning from being bounded by the chains. I started feeling dizzy. I was about to pass out any time soon. But I needed to be strong. This shouldn’t be the end for me. I wouldn’t want to die like this. “I’m just here on a vacation,” I added.

 

“Lies!” said the guy who was standing in front of me, holding something that looked like a stick—just like a wand. A wand? I must be hallucinating already. The silver chains must have gotten into me now. The guy stepped a little closer to me until he was just a feet away. He was tall, maybe about 6feet. He had a tan skin and a muscular physique. He looked like a taller and older version of Taylor Lautner. He stooped down to look at me face to face. He cupped my chin and said, “How many are you?” I turned my head to the side to be released from his grasp and stared at him with hate and disgust without saying anything. He smirked. “Feisty!” he said. I couldn’t tell him I was with my sisters or they’d definitely come for them.

 

I never thought this would happen to me. Three days ago, I was just on a flight to here—London-- from New York, with my 2 sisters. We came here for a vacation to get away from all the pressures and stress back at home. I’m a wolf, and so are my sisters: Freya, the eldest; and Aya, the youngest. We came from a pack of wolves that lived on top of a mountain, surrounded by a thick and foggy forest. We were only a small pack but we lived with dignity and pride, carrying the name Silver Moon pack. My father was the Alpha. And soon my brother, Micah, would be the next one to lead our small pack.  He’s my twin brother actually. He was supposed to come with us but he got caught up with a lot of responsibilities as the next Alpha. When a son of the Alpha turns 21, he will assume all the rights and responsibilities of the preceding Alpha. And our birthday is just a month away from now so he’s probably busy attending pack meetings and making decisions with our dad.

 

I couldn’t stand the pain anymore. It was as if my whole body had been burned to death. The pain from my wrists and ankles were actually spreading all over me. Tears fell from my eyes, neutralizing my burning hot skin as it went down my face. Everything started to blur. I couldn’t see clearly the 5 men who abducted me. They were talking among themselves. I couldn’t hear them properly because my wolf senses were lessened by the silver chains. Silver is the werewolves’ Kryptonite. It weakens the power we have, turning us into mere humans, but with a twist. Just a tiny contact with silver would burn our skin, a slow torturous process until we die.

 

I closed my eyes, about to surrender. I accepted my fate. I was dying—slowly dying. Flashes of what happened the past 3 days came to me, remembering the happy faces of my sisters as we toured all over London. I miss them already. I hope they are fine. They might be worried about me now. I shouldn’t have separated from them. My so adventurous self led me to my death bed. I started to think about my parents. They might have already heard the news that I was missing. It’s been 7 hours since I’ve been abducted. Would someone come to save me? My mind started to wander.

 

“Hey, are you still alive?” another guy asked and came closer to me. He still looked young. In fact, he was the youngest among the 5 of them. He had a curly blond hair, fair skin and blue eyes. For a wolf, he had a slender body. I looked at him—or more like I stared at him. He then turned away from me to face the others. “She’s not gonna last long. We should take off the chains now.” He sounded worried… or did I hear fear from his voice? I wasn’t sure.

 

“Are you crazy, Jake? What if she gets away? The Alpha wouldn’t like that”, growled the guy who looked like Taylor Lautner.

 

“The Alpha wouldn’t like us hurting women either, Luke.”

 

The guys were already having an argument, forgetting that I was on the verge of dying. I suddenly smelled something weird—a really good kind of weird. It calmed me down for a while. It was getting stronger as seconds went by. My sense of smell had weakened but this scent sure must be really strong for me to be able smell it. I felt a little better. Lavender. Mint. Coffee. Citrus. All those relaxing scents combined. The door burst open. I didn’t have to look at the direction to know that. My head was bowed down. I was too weak to even lift it up. The smell got stronger. It was so overwhelming.

 

“Where’s the rogue?” someone asked. He must be the one who just came in. He had a husky voice. Honestly, he had a very sexy voice, let alone his hot British accent. Damn! Even in death, I could still be a little----- needy. Ugggh!

 

“She’s over there, Alpha.”

 

I heard steps coming towards me. “Who the hell said that you could torture her like this?” the guy with the sexy Brit--- I mean the Alpha growled. Someone should be controlling her hormones right now! Crap!

 

“But she’s a rogue, Alpha—“  Taylor Lautner’s  look-alike said but got cut in by the Alpha. If I remember correctly, Jake, the other guy, called him Luke.

 

“Still! Women, rogue or not, are still women!” he was angry. And if I wasn’t mistaken, he was a bit feeling uneasy. I sensed it from his voice… or maybe I was just in deep hallucination. “Rogue, look at me.” he ordered. I tried to raise my head slowly but I failed. I was feeling so dizzy, and this time, it wasn’t from the silver chains. It was from the overpowering scent. “I’m talking to you! Look at me!” he snapped when I hadn’t done what he said. Suddenly, strong hand took a hold of my chin and lifted my face. “I said look at me!” Our eyes met and I felt like I was electrocuted. I felt weird. I felt powerful and weak at the same time. His eyes were as dark as the night. I could see my refection through them. And then it dawned to me that the overwhelming scent came from this guy. This tall, brownish blond-haired, a little fair-skinned guy who was the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I could look at him all day and never get tired of it.

 

He released my face from his hold and turned to the other werewolves in the room. I saw something on his face before he faced them. Rage. It was like he was about to kill someone. “How dare you hurt her!” he attacked them. He moved so fast that I couldn’t see anything. All I could see was men thrown to walls and ceiling. I was shocked. I never liked violence. How could an Alpha do that to his own men? The 5 guys were no match to their Alpha. He was about to throw another guy to the wall. I couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, “Stop!” …and he did. He turned to face me. His expression was calmer this time. He dropped the guy to the floor and walked towards me, then behind me. He broke the silver chain binding my wrists. Then went in front of me, stoop down and did the same on the chain around my ankles with his bare hands. How could he touch the silver chains without burning his hands? I was so confused. But nothing more confused me when he hugged me so tight and then carried me like I was his bride. He walked to the door but before we got out, he paused and looked at his pack members whom he just beaten up. They were already recovering a little. “You have no right to hurt her,” he said in a very cold tone. “You should be thankful that I hadn’t killed you after what you did. Go to the pack doctor and let him treat your wounds.”  He then looked at me. His cold expression changed to a soft and worried one. I still was in shock. I wasn’t sure what just happened. Why did he beat his men? Surely it wasn’t just because they hurt a girl. How could he touch the silver chains? Why did he carry me like I was his bride? Why did he look so worried? And why do I feel like my temperature got so high when our skin had contact? I was feeling really weird. And I was guessing he felt weird too. He gripped my right arm tighter as he carried me and it sent shivers all over my body.

 

I could now feel my wolf inside of me since I was released from the bind. She was feeling happy. I frowned. She was dancing with joy and was purring. Will you stop that? What’s wrong with you? And the answer that I never thought possible to hear from my wolf actually woke me from my confusion. Mate! Mate! He’s our mate!  I gaped, shocked from the realization. This oh so handsome guy with a sexy British accent is my mate! Well, this is news!

 

“You’re m—“  I stared at the Alpha in disbelief while my arms went around his neck to steady myself. “Yes, Love, I’m your mate.” He cut in and smiled, his eyes turning from black to beautiful emerald green.

 

And there… the worst day turned out to be the best day of my life—or so I thought.

CHAPTER 2 - Fogotten Night and Stalkers

I woke up with a headache and a searing pain on my wrists and ankles. I checked for where all the pain came from. I saw red marks on both my wrists and ankles. What the hell happened? I looked around and realized I was already in the hotel suite my sisters and I were staying in. How did I get all these painful marks? Last thing I remember, I was walking on a street somewhere here in London… I couldn’t exactly remember where. All I know is that I was looking at the paintings displayed beside the street. I easily get attracted to anything related to Arts. I was staring at a particular