Ruthless Mate - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Draken was in the Moon pack that night for one sole reason. To find his enemy.
Draken had joined hands with Alonso. The news had spread across the lands like fire. Draken let Alonso brag that he conquered all of the north but it was Draken who was the boss of the North. Not only for werewolves but also for humans.
Draken ruled the North like a king because he was not just the Alpha of his pack, he also had a very vital title in the human world that no one knows.
The only reason he had joined hands with Alonso was that Alonso was a f*cking sadist who was hungry for power.
Draken was never fond of war but if he had to find his enemy. He had to be lethal and being with Alonso made it a lot easier. He could raid the packs without explaining to them why he was doing that because all the other packs now see him as a ruthless monster who wants to conquer other lands but in the chaos of this plot there was a hidden agenda of his to find the f*cker who ruined his life.
Draken wants revenge and he won't ever stop until he gets his vengeance.
But never had he ever thought that amid all this chaos, he would find his mate.
The night when he first stepped into the moon pack's territory. He felt drawn as if there was some force pulling him.
And then he inhaled the most intoxicating scent in the world that his heart skipped a beat.
His wolf went berserk, growling at him to follow the scent but he maintained his control but the scent got stronger.
He could feel her presence before she even uttered a word. He turned around emotionlessly only to find the most beautiful girl dressed in a princess attire standing right in front of him.
The thing that got to him was her eyes. The ocean pearls as her big wide eyes gazed at him with fear and something else in her eyes.
And then she said the word in a small whisper, "mate."
He instantly knew she was a hybrid.
He was supposed to leave from there but he didn't. Instead, he opted to threaten her to come with him. A part of him would've left her there but he knew she would be in so much pain if he left her without rejecting her, the physical pain because she was a hybrid. If not for that he would've rejected her but then again, she would've died because of the excruciating pain. She already looked so fragile and delicate. How could she bear so much pain and could he inflict such pain on her?
Like everyone else, she also thought of him as her enemy and she was frightened of him. The first time he touched her. The sparks were crazy and his wolf was f*cking ecstatic.
It was obvious she didn't want to come with him but she still listened just for her family and her brothers. F*ck, her brothers were a menace.
Draken was instantly annoyed at their beta Luca and he couldn't help but wonder what his relationship was with Aurora.
She had a beautiful name just like herself.
He didn't know why he did whatever he did in the car but he didn't like her disobeying him. But he also noticed that she looked beautiful even without makeup. Her bare face seemed to be the definition of innocence.
When she went to the public restroom, he noticed a worker gawking at her which left him no choice but to go after her as he waited for her patiently. He escorted her back to the car while glaring daggers at the worker who flinched back.
He got so many calls. One of his men has been a snitch for some while and they finally got their hands on him. Draken couldn't wait to get back and kill that f*cker.
He glanced at her slightly and found her sleeping peacefully. She looked relaxed. There was no fear written on her face.
When they finally reached there, he knew she was intimidated by his warriors so he asked Noah to escort her to her room. He will not keep her in his room nor will she share a room with him. It would be better for him to stay away from her.
Draken went straight to the warehouse where the mole was kept. Among the humans and the werewolves, he had a special title in the underworld mafia. The Grim Reaper.
Because Draken wasn't just the Alpha of the North. He was the Mafia King. The most vicious cruel man who was known for killing his prey in gazillions of torturing ways.
Once done with the snitch he heads back to his mansion. As soon as he got in he could smell a sweet scent and he had a quick sudden realization that he didn't live there alone now.
He walked into the kitchen as he heard a small noise from there only to find her standing against the counter barefoot. Her hair was open cascading down her back. It reached till her ribs.
He asked what she was doing only to be splashed by juice all over him.
He was supposed to get mad but one look at her trembling form and he couldn't.
He made her sit on the counter and had her clean the mess she did. She was flustered and scared.
He could feel her gaze as she cleaned his face and when he moved back she made a run for her room.
But he wasn't having it as he grabbed her and hauled her up on his shoulder. She was like a feisty little kitten but her claws were sharp and so were her teeth as she bit on his back and his eyes widened.
Involuntarily his hand raised and he spanked her. Only to curse himself internally the very next second because he liked it.
He placed her back on the island counter and asked her to clean his chest. He was doing it deliberately but she was so damn scared of him. When he forwards his hand to push her hair back she flinches back raising her arm to protect herself.
She thought he would strike her and it hit him hard as he moved back.
He was angry, so damn furious at God knows what but he didn't want to hurt her so he asked her to leave and she scurried out of there.
The next morning he left for the pack house and asked Charlotte to look after Aurora. He realized she was in the kitchen last night because she was hungry. He asked her to show Aurora around the mansion.
The elders were in the packhouse and he knew why they were there. He didn't like this damned ritual. Who even follows this ritual in this century? But he respects his elders.
He mind-linked Charlotte and informed her about it, telling her to inform Aurora.
The way Aurora was so scared of him all the time, it was obvious she would never sleep with him and he had no intention of forcing her but he also didn't want to tell her. He wanted to see how she would react and how much she despised him.
She reacted exactly as he thought she would. She was terrified and she didn't want him. It was understandable but all he could think at that moment was why.
Why didn't she want him? His sanity said it was because she was scared of him but his wolf was going vicious in rage. Was it because she loves that f*cking beta of her pack? He had researched that guy. He was a best friend of her brother Hunter, and they all have grown up together. That guy likes Aurora. It was clear in his eyes but what about her?
So he asked her. He was rough on her but she answered truthfully that she didn't love Luca and it calmed him down. The beast inside him finally relaxed a little.
It took a lot of his restraint to force her legs open. Her creamy white skin was so soft. He forced himself to focus on the task. The sparks were maddening, making his wolf restless. He tried to cut as small as possible. He didn't want to cause her pain and her tears, those fear-filled eyes had another effect on him.
He treated her wound and she was calm now. She was smart enough to understand what he was doing.
He frowned when he found her trying to leave the room. He told her that her scent should be on the sheets.
He quietly lay on the bed and switched off the lamp. He tried to calm down so it appeared to her that he was sleeping.
An eternity passed before she decided to move. She quietly lay on the bed and it wasn't a surprise when she put a pillow between them.
A barely noticeable smirk adorned his lips.
Pillow can't keep him away from her.
She'll find it out by the morning.