Billionaire Alpha's Human Mate

I'm a Werewolf

Avery

“Wake up,” the black wolf tells me.

I open my eyes to a strange room. I am lying in a strange bed with the scent of sandalwood strong in the air. Someone stirs nearby, and I turn my head to see Tristan Emerson standing next to a large window. He has a glass of what I assume is liquor in his hands. Slowly, he turns his face to me.

He looks handsome, wearing just a pair of shorts and a tank top that shows off his very muscular physique. I turn away, and he chuckles. “I saw you staring,” he mutters.

“Where am I?” I say. My mouth tastes like vomit and bad decisions.

“My penthouse,” He responds.

“How did I get here?” I ask while trying to remember the events of the night before.

“I brought you here,” He responds, walking towards the bed. “Do you remember anything about last night?”

“Not really,” I shake my head. “I just remember being at the club and dancing with some guy with purple hair.”

Tristan’s face contorts into anger for a flash, then returns to a neutral expression. “Purple hair?” He questions, and I nod. “Did he do anything to you?”

“I don’t remember,” I lie as I see flashes of the purple-haired man trying to bite me.

“Are you sure?” Tristan asks.

I shrug, “I don’t really remember.”

He nods and sips his drink.

I catch a glance at a clock radio sitting on a nightstand. It’s nearly ten am. “s**t,” I mutter. “I have to get to work,” I say, throwing the covers off and trying to get out of bed. My legs collapse, and I nearly hit the floor, but Tristan catches me. He gently sets me on the bed.

“Don’t worry about work,” he says.

“It’s my first real day,” I groan.

“Yes, but I am also the boss,” He grins near my face but backs away. “You just need to rest. You had a trying night,” he says.

“Huh?” I say.

“Are you hungry?” Tristan asks.

I shake my head no just as my stomach chooses to growl. Tristan chuckles.

“Okay,” He snorts. “I’ll order us something. You feel free to use the bathroom to freshen up.”

I nod as he leaves the room. I look around, and we are in an old industrial building. The furniture and décor are vintage. I stand up and stumble my way to the bathroom. It’s neat with the exposed brick and black pipes. There is an old claw foot tub perfect for soaking and a shower facing large opaque windows. I splash water on my face and jump when I notice two gnarly wounds on my neck. They look like bite marks. I touch them and hiss. “What the hell?” I mutter.

“No, no. Not until I have had my meal,” he says as I feel a sharp pain in my neck.

I shake my head to rid myself of the memory. Or was it a dream? I can’t seem to remember as I leave the bathroom and find my way out of the bedroom. Tristan is sitting on an old red velvet couch, looking at his phone.

He smiles and pats the cushion beside him. “I ordered some breakfast. It should be here soon.”

I sit down and look around the old industrial-style apartment, “This is a neat place.”

“It’s been in my family forever,” He mutters. “I come here when I want to get away from it all.”

“Really?” I say.

“Well, not all of it,” He grins.

I sit for a moment. “Oh s**t,” I mutter. “I need to call Sean,” I say. “He has to be worried sick about me.”

“Sean knows you are with me,” Tristan says.

“What?” I look at him.

“Yes, Sean said to tell you he isn’t worried,” Tristan explains.

“When did you speak to Sean?” I ask.

“When I was carrying you out of the club,” He states like it’s no big deal.

I stare at him for a moment, slightly dumbfounded. “Why did you carry me out of the club?”

He looks at me for a second and opens his mouth to respond when there is a knock on the door. “Excuse me,” He stands and walks over to the door.

I turn to see a young man hand Tristan a bag.

“Here you go, Alpha,” the man says.

“Thank you,” Tristan says, handing him some money. He turns to me while holding the bag up.

I remembered the man who delivered lunch yesterday called him Alpha as well.

“We can eat there or in the kitchen,” He gestures.

“The kitchen is fine,” I mumble and stand up. Tristan leads me into the remarkably modern kitchen. “This is quite the kitchen,” I say.

“Too bad I don’t really cook,” Tristan chuckles and sets the bag on a counter. “You can sit there,” He points to a pair of stools beside the counter.

I sit as he digs everything out of the bag.

“I just got some pancakes, eggs, and bacon,” he says. “I hope you like pancakes.”

“I love pancakes,” I blurt out.

Tristan chuckles and gets some plates out of a cabinet. “Here,” he says.

I start serving myself some food.

“Do you want coffee?” He asks while standing next to a fancy-looking coffee maker.

“Sure,” I say as I pour syrup over my pancakes and dig in.

Tristan sets a steaming mug in front of me.

I eat for a moment and take a few sips of my coffee. “Oh s**t,” I mutter. “My mother is probably worried sick.” I pat my legs and realize I don’t know where my phone is.

Tristan sets his phone in front of me, “Call her.”

I stare at the phone for a moment before picking it up. I dial my mother’s number and listen to it ring. “Come on,” I mutter impatiently when it goes to voicemail. “Mom, it’s me,” I say and hang up, only to dial the number again.

“Hello?” Mom finally answers. “I don’t want nothing.”

“Mom,” I breathe into the phone.

“Avery?” She huffs.

“Yes,” I respond.

“Avery Allison Anderson, where the hell are you?” she yells. "Your uncle and half the department have been searching the city for you. Sean told me you were alright, but—“she trails off.

“I had too much to drink at the club,” I say. "So, I wound up staying with a friend,” Tristan smirks but says nothing.

“Are you okay?” she asks. “What about work?”

“I’m fine, Mom. And work will be alright,” I say. “I’m sorry to scare you.”

“I know you are a grown woman, but after what happened to your father,” she sighed.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” I say. “Really sorry.”

“Well, okay,” she says.

“I’ll be home later, alright,” I tell her.

“Okay,” she replies.

“Bye,” I say, hanging up the phone. I set it on the counter, “Thank you.”

Tristan smiles. “She sounded scared.”

“You heard that?” I ask.

“I have exceptional hearing,” He remarks.

I look down at my food and finish off the eggs. While eating, I absentmindedly touch my neck and hiss. I remember the bite marks and try to hide them.

“You don’t remember anything from last night?” Tristan asks.

“I’m starting to remember bits and pieces,” I say.

“Hmm,” Tristan scratches his chin.

I touch my neck again and jump from the pain. “What is that?” I mutter.

“That looks like it hurts,” Tristan says, reaching over to lightly graze my neck. Those strange tingles go through my body and strangely relieve the pain in my neck.

I pull back from him. “What is that?”

“Do you remember yesterday when I said you and I are connected in a spiritual way?” He asks.

I shrug, “I guess.”

He touches my cheek, sending those strange tingles everywhere. “You feel that tingling sensation?”

I nod.

“And you said that you smell sandalwood when I am around,” He states, and I nod. “Avery, you were bitten by a vampire last night.”

“No,” I snort as a memory flashes through my mind.

“Can’t have you screaming,” Victor smiles.

I try to scream as I suddenly realize what is happening as Victor locks his fangs on my neck.

The realization hits me, and I stare at Tristan. “No, there was no vampire.”

“Avery,” Tristan says gently. “There was indeed a vampire. I saved you from him.”

“Why?” I ask. “How did you even know where I was?”

“We are connected in a spiritual way,” he says, and I swear his eyes glow for a split second.

‘You are my mate,’ A deep voice says in my head.

“What the hell?” I mutter as I get a flash of a black wolf. The same wolf that has been chasing me through my dreams.

“Don’t be afraid of Dragos,” Tristan says.

“What the hell is Dragos?” I say.

“My wolf,” he says. “Avery, that man at the club was a vampire named Victor.”

“My name is Victor,” The gorgeous man says.

“Victor Erasmus,” Tristan says. “He has been an enemy of my family for generations.”

“What?” I huff.

“I went to the club, not knowing you were there until I smelled you. Then I saw that f*****g bloodsucker on top of you,” he says with a deep growl causing me to back off the stool. “Avery,” He reaches for me.

I keep backing away from him. “This is nuts.”

“I saw that vampire biting you and- “He trails off. “You are my mate.”

“Mate?” I say.

“Avery Anderson, I am a werewolf. An alpha werewolf, to be precise, and you are my mate,” he says with another flash in his eyes.

“No,” I shake my head and turn heel to run out of the apartment.