CHASING HIS RUNAWAY MATE

BEATRICE’S POVI watched as they spoke in hushed tones. I was standing feet away from them, and from the frown on Fred’s face, I could tell he wasn't happy. But I was. I was glad I was finally leaving him and that I would be happy now. My mate patted him on the shoulder and then walked towards me. “Let’s go.” He informed, sending me a warm smile before he grabbed my palm.Peace was what I felt. Or was it pride when we walked amid the maids with their faces full of envy? Or was it their loud gasps? I could have sworn they would have wished to be for a second. It felt so good to experience this straight out of a rom movie feeling. “Get in.” He said and held out the door. Sending him a smile, I did even though I wanted to tell him I reeked and needed a bath. Or that my butt still hurt from the whip. But no, this was my new life now.I clutched onto my dress out of sheer happiness while trying not to scream or giggle as we drove away from the pack. Throughout the journey, he said nothi

BEATRICE’S POVThe morning light hit my face, and the scent of freshness dampened with sex lingered in the air. My head banged hard as I managed to drag myself out of bed. Bed? Silk white bedsheet and the hot naked blonde lying right next to me. I gasped the second it sank in. I had slept with a stranger. Kia was going to kill me. Picking my scattered clothes, I darted out of the room with my heart pounding fast. I knew I was so dead because, by now, Kia would be foaming. My adrenaline increased the second the house came into view. I caught the glances of the other enslaved people and their hushed whispers. I could tell I looked like a mess and probably still smelt like him. Sarah sent me a concerned look the second I stepped in. “He has been calling your names for hours. He is foaming. You need to go see him.”I sighed heavily and sent a nod before proceeding to his room. I cupped my palm and blew into it, and trust me, I stink. He was pacing up and down by the time I stepped in. O

XANDER’S POVMy eyes ran over the scorching sun as I puffed another smoke in the air, letting the stinging taste of the whiskey burn my chest badly. This was just a glimpse of what I deserved for what I did to my mate. Even though It had been seven years, I still couldn’t stop blaming myself for showing up in her life. If only I had let her be. If only I never got down from the car the other day. Suppose I had ignored my wolf’s endless pleas to meet her just on my way back from a meeting. But her smell had grasped me, welcoming me as I approached the bar. Yet, with each step I took, I could feel my anger boiling at the thought of another man touching her. I felt a wave of relief just seeing her sit there alone, drowning in her sorrow. Somehow, I felt something tearing at my chest, and I could feel her pain, her sadness, and at that time, I had wanted nothing more than to take it all away.I ran my thumb over my neck where her name was tattooed, Beatrice. It had taken a few punches to

BEATRICE’S POVThe date the night before had been a disaster. It had taken every strength in me not to ditch him and run. Was it the way he kept calling me pumpkin? Or trying to act like we were so much in love. The only reason I had stayed back was because Aunt Silvia made me promise to get through this one date. For the sake of the kids, she had said. However, it came in handy when my worst nightmare decided to stroll through the room like he fucking owned it. Every step he took had my heart pounding because I could tell from the hotness of his gaze on me. It burnt through my skin and threatened to search my soul as well. But above all, I knew he was dangerous, and I knew better than to let myself mingle with him beyond business level. Or to let him know that my babies exist. “How was the date?” Aunt Silvia finally asked as she poured herself a cup of coffee and settled beside me. I had expected the question all day, yet it was late afternoon. I felt something wrong with how she mo