Chapter 2 HOW IT ALL STARTED

NAOMI'S POV

I had no sense of direction; I didn't know where to go or where to find shelter. Breaking the pack bond had taken a toll on my body, and I was now getting tired.

How did the most beautiful night of my existence become my worst?

It was my eighteenth birthday, I had successfully completed my training with flying colours and was going to become the first female Alpha in Jade’s pack history, making my father proud, and with his permission, I decided to hit the club to celebrate with my friends.

Meeting my mate in the club and sleeping with him was never my intention nor my plan.

I didn't even want a mate, at least not so soon.

I wanted to rule my pack and make my father proud.

Callum Black, the sole enemy of my father and my mate, ruined everything for me. One drunken mistake led to this.

*FLASHBACK*

I was walking towards the fancy bar's bathroom and thinking about my empty life when I felt a sharp pain in my butt cheek.

Did somebody just spank me?

Turning around, I saw a young a*****e no more than 15 years old with a cocky grin right behind me.

Huh…a f****** to punch.

I was about to get my life's sweet revenge from the poor loser when someone punched the conscious out of him in one move, and I felt a strong masculine arm wrapped around my waist and secure me as I felt a hard muscular chest to my back. The sparks erupted all over my body and reached my soul.

His sandalwood scent was making me even more drunk than I already was.

Did I drink too much tonight?

I turned around and was about to say what my father trained me to say to every male until I found the right guy, but the words died in my mouth when my eyes met the most beautiful grey eyes, and I sighed.

"Mate!" The word flashed in my mind, and I shook my head and looked at him once again.

This tall devil is my mate!

Wait…he seems familiar, too familiar.

I squinted my eyes and looked at him, my eyes widened in realization and I stepped away from him.

No!

Out of all the people it can’t be him!

"Hello there," he said, and I was about to walk away from him, but my bladder reminded me that I had some unfinished business that I needed to deal with real soon. Without responding to him, I ran towards the restroom and finished my business with the speed of a bullet train.

I rushed out of the bathroom, hoping that he would be gone by now.

"You are back," someone said in a sexy, panty-melting deep voice with a rich, silky tone. Turning around, I saw the same grey eyes staring at me with amusement on his face.

"Hi," I finally decided to greet him, while thinking how can I get away from him.

"I don't like this," he said, and I frowned.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"Everyone, eyeing my mate like she is a f***** piece of meat." He growled and pulled me into his chest.

I pushed him while trying to ignore the sparks and shrugged, “They have eyes, so of course they are going to look.”

He growled and his gleamed bright, showing his wolf was on surface.

“Listen woman, I don’t like being disrespected but since you are my mate, I am going let this slide.”

I scoffed at his attitude, so all the rumours were correct about him.

“What the hell do you want?” I asked.

He shrugged, “I just saved your pretty ass, aren’t you going to entertain me?”

I looked at him incredulously, “If you want someone to entertain you then you should go to a strip club or maybe go and ask some random willing girl. I am not interested. And about saving me…I could have handled that mutt on my own.”

His eyebrows shot up when I snapped at him and his stormy grey eyes widened for a second before I turned around and walked away from him.

Still angry from the grey devil, I sat on my stool and drank my last shot asking for another one.

“Are you sure you can take one more?” The bartender asked.

I was about to answer him when someone from behind me answered him. “Please just give her another one.”

The bartender visibly stiffened and bowed before leaving.

I knew it was the same person that I was trying to avoid so I didn’t bother to turn.

“You can run but you can’t hide,” he mocked.

“I can do both when necessary.” I retorted back. “Look, I get it, you are handsome, and rich who sweeps into trouble and saves the sad princess than fall in love with her, and rock up her world in bed every night to knock her up to have a nice little family and the happily ever after. Sorry to disappoint you, I am not a sad princess, I don’t do all that stuff.”

“And why not?” He asked, with hurt written in his eyes and I looked away.

I was a drunk werewolf who just found her mate, I can’t give into the urge to mate with him. But avoiding him was proving to be more painful that I initially thought.

I ignored him once again and continued drinking.

"Tell me your name, mate!" Just as I was busy getting myself drunk to ignore his sweet scent, a shadow approached me. Callum Black wrapped me in his strong arms while lifting my jaw with an irresistible look.

Meeting with his damn beautiful grey eyes, I had more butterflies in my stomach and my mouth became dry. I don’t hate the way he held my body.

"Don't make me ask twice, beautiful." He leaned close and our lips were nearly touched. His delicious scent of sandalwood mixed with spirits climbed into my nose.

Damn, how could he smell so good?!

"Er...Serena. Serena Winter." I lied. I didn't want to say it, but I don't think he'll let it go.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”

“That was cheesy.”

He started laughing and the sound of his laughter reached my core. Before my panties were all soaked, I decided to leave now and avoid making a mistake that would be unforgivable to my pack.

I pushed his chest away, damn it, it felt surprisingly good! I wanted to withdraw my hand, but his big hand grabbed it.

"Mate, at least let me take you home." It should be a normal tone, but when I saw his sexy lips go up and down, I felt myself starting to go limp.

The bond between mates, like a powerful vortex, made me dizzy.

N-no, I can't.

***

“Wait, what is this place?” I murmured. When I regained consciousness, found myself in his arms as he was carrying me.

I finally managed to open my eyes and found myself in a strange room.

“What the f***!” I yelled profanities.

“Watch your tongue kitten.” Someone growled and I knew it was him.

“F**** off!” I yelled and tried to get up from the bed.

He licked his lips and I frowned and looked down to notice that my dress was a mess and my panties were on full display.

“I thought you were going to drop me at my place.”

“You fall asleep in my car and I didn’t know your address.” He shrugged.

“Well, I am sober now. Thank you for your help but I need to leave.” I said.

“Wait-“ he said and pulled me towards him, I lost my balance and landed on his chest.

He groaned and looked at me with a strange fire in his eyes, "Are you ignoring me, mate?" he asked.

I played with his collar button and hummed in agreement. "Maybe."

I know I should step back, but his body warmth and the sparks were clouding my senses. Ignoring him was proving to me more painful with each passing second.

“Why?” He asked.

“What?”

“Why do you want to leave? We are mates.” He said and tucked the strand of my hair behind my ear, goosebumps appeared on my skin and he smirked.

“Because I know you.” I gulped with our proximity.

His lips trailed my own and I moaned.

“Are you sure?” He asked nipped lightly at my jaw.

“Yes, you are Callum Black.” I whispered, but wasn’t sure if he heard me.

“Do you really want to leave me?” He asked, and looked at me with so much intensity that I gave into the pleasure that I was supposed to avoid.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you look in this dress, but I know you'll be sexier without it," My skin started burning as he whispered the last part in my left ear. My heart started beating faster and faster as he began to massage my waist sensually with his right hand, and I felt his hot breath under my ear as he exhaled, then dragged his lips with feather touches on the sensitive soft skin of my neck to the sweet spot between my neck and shoulder. I felt his mysterious smile against my skin as I clenched my thighs to stop the ache between my legs when he licked and then sucked the sweet spot on my neck.

“I want to please you all night long,” he whispered at my lips and I moaned, once again.

“But…I can’t,” I protested but didn’t step away from him.

“But your body is saying something else mate. You crave me. Admit it sweetheart, you are wet for me.”

He was right, I was wet for him and him whispering things sensually in my ear didn’t help either.

I pressed my lips and stopped another moan when he took my earlobes between his teeth and slowly dragged it before grazing the soft skin behind it.

“Admit it kitten.”

I felt the evidence of his torture between my thighs and I knew it was too late to back out now.

“Yes, I am dripping wet for you and-” before I could finish he slammed me on the bed and I couldn’t help but exhale against his mouth. Jumping slightly when his hands slipped under my dress and cupped my a** pushing me further into the evident bulge in his jeans.

“Tell me what to do you want?” He asked, his teeth sunk into my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. The simple action going right down to my which clenched in anticipation for him to finally sink into me.

“You.” I finished and that was the only invitation he needed.

His lips moved against mine, taking the charge, tasting, moulding, moving. There was a moan. I was unsure if it was him or me. It didn’t matter. His tongue pressed against mine, and it was moments before I parted them, letting our tongues tangle.

Moans and groans punctuated our lip battle. He tasted of whiskey and something delightful. His hand caressed my cheek, his tongue teased, our teeth clashed, tongues duelled, and the breath mingled. It was literally the slice of heaven that I never knew I needed in my life.

Then he began to nibble his way along my jaw, biting and licking at my skin before he nipped at my ear lobe. Moaning I threw my head back, exposing my throat more to him and he wasn’t one to ignore such an offer.

I was anxious. I hadn’t been in this situation before, I had never felt so special, had never felt so enthralled. I slid my hands under his shirt, sliding over his warm, firm skin. He hissed against my neck, then took the opportunity to slide one hand under the hem of my vest over my heated, clammy skin. He then finally slid his palm up to cup my b*****, his thumb finding my n*****, that was so rigid, I feared it would explode. Though I knew that it would be one hell of an explosion.

Lifting his head, he came back to my lips and our kisses became more feral, I could not get enough of him.

In the next moment, clothes were flying off, as our night turned more passionate and urgent, as if it was our last night together or maybe it was.

*****

"Sh*t!"

"Sh*t!"

"Sh*t!"

I can't let dad find out about this, or he will kill me for sure.

What did I do?

I looked at his perfect face, and in broad daylight, he looked even more handsome. I leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his cheek before leaving, wishing that he won't remember last night as we both were heavily drunk.

I can't let anyone find out about this, or there will be a bloodbath between two most powerful packs of this country.