Prolog

We all heard the stories. Not only did werewolves and vampires exist, but so did soulmates. Not that many humans witnessed these things and lived to tell the tale. It was an unspoken understanding in the world. They existed and in return for our blind eye and silence, they let us live.

They say that when werewolves find their soulmates they know right away. That once they have seen their mates they would burn the world for them. To protect them. They say that it's even worse with Alphas. That Alphas are extremely possessive and protective of their mates.

For me, a human, thankfully I would never find out. At least, that was what I thought.

"Airen come on, let's go!" Melissa shouted to me from downstairs.

I sighed as I once again looked at myself in the mirror. Melissa was one of my best friends in the world, but I would kill her for forcing me to wear such a provocative dress.

Melissa had selected a strapless dress that was cut low enough to show off my breasts and not in a classy way. The dress was also short enough that if I so much as breathed wrong the world would have a perfect view of my ass. The dress was dark purple and covered in sequins and glitter. Melissa had also selected a pair of black heels that I was not all that confident I could walk in. My hair had been fixed so that it fell in blonde waves down my shoulders and my make-up looked like I had walked out of a strip club. If my father saw me, he'd kill me.

"Airen let's go! We don't have all night!"

"Coming!" I shouted.

I grabbed the black clutch that held my phone and some cash and made my way downstairs.

Melissa, who had grown up in a family that was made of money, had invited me to spend the weekend with her at one of her family's many summer homes in Australia.

I had readily agreed.

My life had not been an easy one. After I had graduated high school and moved to college, my grandfather had fallen ill and he and my grandmother had been forced to move in with my parents and sisters. It's been downhill ever since.

My grandfather passed away a few months ago and now my grandmother was ill and needed to be taken care of. My other grandmother was also living with my parents now since she was declared legally blind last year. To make things worse my two grandmothers do not get along.

My mother has a strained relationship with her mother and her mother-in-law is not her biggest fan. Now that I was finished with college and both of my sisters had lives of their own at their colleges I was forced to move home and attend law school online to keep the peace and keep everyone sane.

So obviously I had agreed to an all-expense paid vacation in another country. The stress of school, work, and life, in general, had been getting to me and now my younger sister Elena was getting married and I was helping her plan the wedding.

The past weekend had been a God send. It was nice to get away and not have any responsibilities to worry about. And now that it was almost over Melissa wanted to take me out for a night on the town.

"Damn girl, you look hot, if I do say so myself." Melissa's wide grin told me that the slutty and slightly up-scale hooker look was exactly what she had been going for.

I rolled my eyes and looked at her choice of outfit.

She wore a similar dress (if you could even call it that) to mine except hers was gold and fit her slightly better. Her auburn hair was done in large curls that hung lightly about her shoulders and her make-up looked like a bottle of gold glitter had exploded on her face. She wore heels that were higher than mine and matched her dress. To be honest I didn't know so much glitter could fit on one person.

Noticing my observing her Melissa did a small twirl with her arms extended.

"What about me?"

"Definitely a more up-scale hooker than me." was my smart-ass reply.

Melissa just grinned.

"But of course madam. This body ain't cheap."

I rolled my eyes both at her comment and at her exaggerated Texas accent on the word "ain't". Her mocking of me and my accent was nothing new.

"Let's just go already."

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The drive to the club only took about 20 minutes. The whole way there Melissa blared pop music and sang incredibly loud and off-key.

I couldn't help but smile.

It wasn't necessarily that I enjoyed going to clubs. I enjoyed music and dancing, the quality time with friends, and the chance to relax. Drinking was a bonus too. Though what was blared at clubs was not what I would call good music and the upright dry humping that went on was certainly not dancing.

We pulled up and Melissa parked. We got out of the car with Melissa still humming the tune to the last song she had tried to deafen me with.

Instead of going to the back of the very long line, Melissa went straight up to the bouncer. I rolled my eyes. Of course, she had an in with the bouncer. Melissa was just that type of person from that type of family.

While she talked, I shifted my feet uncomfortably keeping my gaze away from the annoyed partiers that were having to wait in line.

 Melissa turned to me and smiled, waving me over.

Her smile said it all. We were in.

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Johnathan's POV

The loud music blaring would have made my head hurt if I wasn't used to it.

My family owned thousands of clubs around the world. We made billions and were worth far more. We also were the alpha family of multiple packs across the globe.

My father, Baron Logan, was the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack that was based here in Australia. Blood Moon is one of the largest and most powerful packs in the world. At least, my father used to be alpha. He had stepped down a few years ago so that my older brother Shane could take over. He and his mate Valerie ran the Blood Moon pack with a firm but compassionate hand.

I ran my own pack. When Blood Moon had become large enough My father, Shane, and I had all agreed that the world could use an independent pack of warriors that traveled the world to help other packs in need. With the growing threat of Vampires invading pack lands and endangering werewolves around the world growing, we needed it.

We had put out the call for the strongest and most powerful unmated warriors to come to Blood Moon to be evaluated and establish the pack. Then we left. The elder council had readily agreed to the idea and had helped immensely. It took a couple of years, but we managed to make a name and reputation for ourselves. We were the Blood Wolf Pack and we were known around the world as the most ruthless, bloodthirsty, and powerful werewolves in the world.

When we weren't traveling or needed elsewhere the Blood Wolf pack stayed with Blood Moon. We never stayed more than a month though. Both my wolf and I were restless for action and blood and could never sit still for long.

Now that my pack and our purpose had been established, the elder council along with my mother and sister had begun to nag me about finding my mate. At least, nagging me about choosing one. Seeing as I had traveled the world more than once and still had not found her everyone seemed to think that she didn't exist and that I needed a chosen mate.

I didn't blame them for thinking that. I was 25 for crying out loud. Most Alphas shift when they're 15 and I shifted when I had been 13. As long as our mate had shifted as well we could find them if they were within a certain distance. It had been nearly 12 years and I still hadn't found my mate. To be honest, I was beginning to doubt if the moon goddess had given me a mate.

But my wolf Creo Morte (I just call him Morte) was sure that we had a mate and she was out there somewhere. And as long as he was sure, I refused to settle down with anyone other than her. I believed in the moon goddess and her choice of mates.

"Boss?"

I was brought out of my thoughts by my beta, Cade McMillard.

Cade frowned down at me with concern.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just lost in thought." I nodded taking a sip of my drink.

Thankfully with werewolf hearing, we didn't have to scream at the top of our lungs in order to be heard. The far too-loud music was still annoying though.

"We were just discussing our next destination." Cade provided as I observed the people dancing in the overcrowded room.

I had always enjoyed people-watching. It was both entertaining and educational. It was how I learned to read people and become so good at it. I could spot a fake from a mile away and could smell a lie from just as far.

"It's been over a month boss. Isn't Morte getting anxious?" Caded asked.

It was true. We had stayed far longer than I usually liked, but there was something, some reason why we couldn't leave yet. I couldn't explain it, it was just a feeling I had. Morte could feel it too which was why he had kept the over-anxious pacing and growling in my head at a minimum over the past week.

"I-" 

I can't remember what I was about to say. Every thought just suddenly left as I caught a whiff of an amazing scent. Morte perked up as I straightened, trying to find the source of the smell. I could smell it! Finally, I could smell it! I could smell her!

"Boss?" Cade's confused voice followed me as I got up from my seat at the bar and began to follow my nose.

The scent was faint, but there and getting stronger by the second. She was here, and she was getting closer.

Ignoring Cade's confused voice and look I made my way through the crowd.

The scent was alluring. Whoever she was smelled like lavender and roses.

The stronger the scent grew, the faster I went, and the less I cared about the people around me.

Suddenly the scent was really strong. I broke through a throng of people and there she was.

'Mate', Morte growled.

She was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on.

She was short, probably around 5'4 without the black heels that made her legs go on forever. That was the only positive thing I could say about her outfit. The black heels were clearly too high for her and the dress she was wearing barely covered her fine ass and large breasts.

Not that I had a problem with those parts of her uncovered, I just didn't want them on display for everyone to see. Only I could see certain parts of her.

It appeared that I was not the only one uncomfortable with her dress. My mate attempted to discreetly pull the dress in a manner where it covered more of her.

I took the opportunity to get a better look at her.

Her figure was curvy, with wide hips, a round ass, and large breasts she was perfect. She wasn't thin, but she wasn't fat either. She was just right, for me and for bearing my pups. Her lightly tanned skin was smooth and I could see splatterings of freckles here and there across her skin. She had light blonde hair that looked like sunshine that flowed in waves down her shoulders.

As I got closer I could see the make-up she wore. It was all wrong for her. It made her look pale and there was far too much of it.

I slipped in next to her leaning up against the bar.

"Hello." I rumbled.

She looked up at me a single perfect eyebrow raised in question. When she turned her nose came up to my collarbone, her eyes level with my adam's apple. And that was with me leaning up against the bar and her in heels.

She frowned in confusion for a moment before looking up at me. A small gasp escaped her perfectly shaped pink lips when our eyes connected.

My own eyebrows shot up in surprise. She had the most enchanting eyes. They were light hazel with multiple colors mixed together to make the perfect blend for the perfect woman and some day I would count every color. But that wasn't what surprised me. No, what surprised me was what I realized when we made eye contact.

'She's human', Morte said.

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Airen's POV

The night was a bust.

Not long after we entered the club Melissa ditched me to go flirt with guys for drinks. I just rolled my eyes and found a spot at the bar.

I ordered a drink and as I stood there waiting I noticed several guys leering at me. Well, more specifically, my dress or lack thereof.

I tried to pull it so that it covered everything more to no avail. I was just about to go find Melissa without my drink when I felt a warm presence behind me.

"Hello", a deep voice rumbled.

Surprised I could even hear it in this horribly loud place, I turned with my "can I help you" look on my face.

What surprised me, even more, was that I came face to face with his adam's apple. I was both surprised that he was so close that my nose was practically brushing his collarbone and that he was that tall.

I looked up to see who had invaded my space without an invitation and am embarrassed to say that a small gasp escaped my lips.

I was looking at the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was tall, over six feet easy. He had broad shoulders and his muscles clearly bulged out from under his dark button-down shirt. He had dark hair and matching scruff that was forming the beginning of a beard. His hair had some length to it, though not much. It was unstyled and a few strands had fallen onto his forehead.

He had a strong jaw that looked like it could crack solid stone and he had high cheekbones. But what was most enticing was his eyes. They were a deep dark blue, so vivid that they seemed to pierce me.

My breathing hitched as I looked into those eyes. Those eyes seemed to read every part of me, of my soul, and I knew.

No human could have those eyes.

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I don't remember exactly how but we ended up in a hotel room quickly removing each other's clothes.

This was unusual because I am not that girl.

I do not through myself at or sleep with guys when we first meet. I don't sleep with guys period. I'm a virgin. And I am certainly not stupid enough to leave with some guy I barely know.

But for some reason, I felt safe and protected with this man. I didn't know him, had no clue who he was other than he wasn't human, and yet here I was kissing him like I was dying of thirst in the desert and he was the only source of water.

The fact that he wasn't human should have scared me more, but it didn't. If anything it made me feel safer and honestly turned me on.

My skin tingled wherever his skin touched mine.

His warm breath tickled my throat as he placed hot kisses along my neck. I let out a moan when he reached the place where my neck and shoulder met. He growled and nipped at the sensitive spot.

His hands freely explored my body as he pushed me up against the wall.

One of my hands grasped his hair while the other one clung to his shirt looking for support.

He moved his mouth back to mine as one of his hands found its way into my panties.

I gasped at the sensation and he used the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth.

I groaned as his fingers teasingly played with my already wet lips. His index finger slid up and down my slit slowly as his middle finger teasingly poked into my core.

I ripped my lips away from his gasping for air. My grip on his hair and shirt tightened as his index finger found my clit.

I whimpered as he slowly began to play with my clit.

My breathing picked up speed as his middle finger began to slowly enter me. When it was halfway in he stopped and then every so slowly began to pull it out. I whimpered again squeezing my eyes closed aching for a release.

This man was meticulous and cruel. And clearly knew what he was doing.

I had made out and experienced certain things before but never like this. No one had ever been able to make me feel like this before.

Suddenly his fingers stopped moving and just as suddenly two of his fingers slammed into me all the way. I cried out both in pain and estcay as my head fell back against the wall.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as I continued to gasp, whimper, pant, and moan writhing in pleasure against his fingers.

When my orgasm hit it left me shuddering and weak. My knees gave out and I melted in his arms.

"Oh no, you don't angel. Not yet. I still have plans for you."

He lifted me as if I weighed nothing. He carried me over to the bed and set me down gently. Looking into my eyes he crawled over me.

"Unless you want me to stop?" he asked softly. He brushed a strand of hair out of my face, concern written on his features.

I shook my head.

"No, keep going," I said. "Just, be gentle. I...I've never....."

He chuckled again.

"I know Angel. I can smell that you have never been with a man before."

He leaned closer so that he could whisper in my ear.

"And my name is Johnathan. Just so you know whose name to scream when the time comes."

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I blinked blearily as I woke up the next morning. For a moment I couldn't remember where I was or why. Then the bed shifted and everything came screaming back to me. The club, the mysterious man, me losing my virginity.....

I gulped and looked at the man in the bed next to me. He was sound asleep. If it was even possible he looked more handsome than he had last night. He even looked..... peaceful.

I blushed at the memory of the things he had done to me last night. And then an even more intimate memory came roaring back.

As I had been drifting off to sleep he had kissed me on the temple and whispered, "Sleep well, my love. My mate."

Eyes wide I studied him. I knew he wasn't human and couldn't explain why I had been willing to trust a strange man with my life and virginity less than an hour after meeting him. I had just known that it was okay. That he wouldn't hurt me and that sleeping with him had been the right move. I guess now I knew why.

My whole life I had known that soulmates existed, and humans being the mates of werewolves wasn't unheard of, I just never thought that it would happen to me. That I would find my soulmate and he would end up being a werewolf.

My phone buzzing cut off my train of thought.

Melissa!

I dove for my phone and looked at the screen. 20 missed calls and 10 voicemails. Even more texts. All from Melissa. Though, she wasn't the only one.

I frowned at the screen as I saw three missed calls from my mom.

Knowing she wouldn't call unless important I quietly got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I shut the door and called her back.

The phone rang once before she picked up.

"Hello?" a tired voice asked over the phone.

"Mom?" I asked quietly.

"Airen! Thank God. I'm sorry to interrupt your vacation honey, but you need to come home."

My heart lodged in my throat.

"What? Why?"

"It's your father. He's had a heart attack."