Her True Mate

Chapter 12 - His Memories

*Four Years Earlier*

Dakota’s POV

“Merde*!” I was getting restless here. My ridiculous Alpha has been on a downward spiral since the last attack and loss of his mate, and tonight, he's passed out in a pile of vomit. I grabbed and pulled him out of the puke, checking his breathing. I am sick of this. I am no maid. I contacted Alpha John of the Silver Lake Pack about a possible job. Even if I had to take a warrior position, I needed to leave here, but from my information, he is looking for a Beta. I hear his overly protected daughter is a beauty. Maybe if I am patient, I can end up the Alpha of his pack; hmmm the idea is pulling my wolf forward.

I haven't heard from my wolf lately. I am pissed at him for shutting me out a few weeks ago. I have been entertaining she-wolf after she-wolf. I mean, who can blame them? Have you seen me? He let me have it, going on and on about our mate. Screw him. The only mate I will take will put me in a position of power. If she can't, or I can tell I won't be able to control her like I want, I will reject her and find a mate that I can control. I smirk at my plans. Screw the goddess's gifted mate yada-yada connerie*, and those who won't reject a mate. I make my destiny.

I leave once I put the alpha to bed properly, leaning him off the side with a trash can under him. I can't be late for this meeting. I started running in my wolf form towards the border. It's about a three-hour drive to The Silver Lake pack with a customs stop at the border, so I ran instead. My wolf still isn't speaking to me but allows me to shift, so I am just along for the ride alone.

Suddenly, his pace increases. Even I perk up at the faint scent of cinnamon and honey. It's intoxicating and makes my wolf's mouth water hungrily. Once I figure out why, my wolf growls out the word ‘Mate,’ I take advantage of his distraction, forcing the shift before he does something stupid. I changed into jeans and a button-down from my bag and stood back up to get a better glance at her.

He would mark her if I didn't force the shift, which is different from what I wanted. She doesn't see me standing in a clearing, lost in her thoughts. She's gorgeous, tall, 5’6 or maybe 5’8, with long, thick brown hair reaching her lower back. My fingers twitch to feel the thickness between them. She's lean and has a beautiful honey-colored skin tone. Her dark blue eyes starkly contrasted the rest of her appearance.

My breath catches in my throat. Her plump red lips are calling to me as she pulls them to one side and bites down on the bottom corner of her full lower lip. I groan at the action, and she stops, being alerted to my scent probably, and freezes a few feet from the border. Her eyes quickly scan her surroundings, and once her eyes land on me, she checks me out, and I smirk. She is rooted to her spot. I rushed over to her, unable to help myself. So, I may be a little curious about her beauty.

“Hello gorgeous,” I asked her, letting the words roll off my tongue. I wanted to touch her but held back, “What's your name?”

She stares at me, mouth parted like she has forgotten how to talk.

Baise*, her mouth is perfect, she mutters, “Ka-Kait-Kaitlin!” Adorable.

“Hello, Kaitlin, I am Dakota Bane. Beta of the Blue Lake Pack.” I let my accent out thickly. Girls love that. I instantly saw her melt a little. She might end up being perfect.

“Hello,” she's breathy, likely thinking of my favorite part. At least, I hope so,

“I am Kaitlin Hamil, daughter of the Alpha of the Silver Lake Pack.” I should send the prayer to the goddess after all.

She smiles at me with those thick, full lips. Oh yes, this will do nicely. I smile down at her, letting my full smile out as I take my finger and run it down her slender face towards her chin to look better at that mouth as she tilts her head up towards me. I feel my pants starting to get tight at the sparks running through my hand and all the way through me. Merde.

“Why, gorgeous, are you all alone out here?” I felt my wolf pushing forward. Is she meeting someone here? The thought pisses off my wolf. ‘MINE,’ he growls out. I keep the growl from escaping past my lips. I can't make a decision about claiming her yet.

“I needed space to think for a while. I come here often. It's on the edge of my pack's territory and quiet since it is hard to reach for most,” she says. It wasn't easy even for me at times. No lie there. A frown came across her face. I felt a need to distract her.

“Why are you here?” she says to me. I start distracting her as I trail down her soft skin, tracing slow lines down her neck to her arm. Slowing going up and down, sending more sparks shooting through me, distracting me too. My pants are becoming uncomfortable now.

“I came because I have a meeting with your father, actually,” I smirked. Her eyes lit up at that.

“Oh.” She's frozen under my touch, her lips forming an O. Yes, little mate, feel all of it. Oh, the things I want to do with that mouth.

“I can take you to him if you'd like?” She pants. I looked at her greedily. “In a minute, gorgeous.” I couldn't help it as my lips crashed into hers. I can tell she's inexperienced by her movements, but I let her feel like she's in control, lifting her so I don't have to bend over. She tastes divine. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and her legs are gripping tight around my middle.

She's light, good. I couldn't possibly have a fat mate. I could feel her pulling away, and I reluctantly let her. It had been a while for me. Slowly, I put her back down, and she turned red from her position. I laugh at her blushing, keeping her close to me, relishing the sparks for the moment.

“You smell amazing, gorgeous,” I said, nuzzling her neck. She smiles at me. “So do you, like freshly cut grass in the spring.” She blushes again. Her innocence is screaming at me, but I ignore it.

“Mmm, you smell like honey and cinnamon to me, gorgeous.” I pulled her even closer for another kiss. I need to control myself, or my wolf will ruin everything.

“Shall we go see your Father then?”

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Merde (French): Shït

Connerie (French): Bullshït

Baise (French): Fück