Chapter One

Theo's POV

I carry the girl back to the truck getting in and keeping her close, selfishly, of course. I could have put her next to me on the empty chair, but I wanted to keep her shivering body as close as possible and for as long as possible. 

I've searched over two decades for my mate, and here she is half my fucking age, confused as hell and from god knows where. 

I'm just shy of forty at a ripe old age of thirty-seven. This can't be, can it?

Why would the moon goddess make me wait this long for someone that wasn't even born when I came of age? 

Why would I have a mate born so much younger than myself?

Maybe Rex is dreaming, being allured but her tantalising smell. 

She is our mate, don't you feel that electricity sparking between you? He retorts in my mind like the cocky bastard he is. 

I do. I feel the little zaps of electricity flowing between us at every point our bodies meet. 

The girl remains quiet and still in my lap as Lucas and Andy drive the two of us back to the pack house. I call for Dr Knight to meet us there.

'Alpha?' Andy calls through a private mind link.

'Yes, Andy?'

'She smells weird. Nice but weird,' Rex growls, pushing forwards before I can stop him from doing so, letting my cat out of the bag. The girl jumps in my lap, remaining silent, but she does try to scramble away, which I do not allow—firmly putting her back into my lap.

'She's your mate?' Both of them ask together through a mind link. 

'Apparently,' I retort as we pull up outside the pack house.

Immediately, I jump out, greeted by the doctor who has set up a guest room for our visitor.

She isn't leaving, moron. 

I won't make her stay, Rex. 

No, how could I? Will she even want someone of my age, fuck, probably not. 

The doctor takes care of her as I stand guard outside the room. 

He asks her millions of questions getting the same answer. I don't know, I can't remember. I haven't got a clue. 

No name, no medical background, no memories.

She's frustrated and ends up crying before he's done, which makes me and more so Rex, livid at the doctor even though he's only doing the job I pay him for. 

I stop listening, pushing away the background noise as I search through the girl's memories. 

She's had a dark life, born to a high-up mother and father who were not part of her life, both seeming warriors in their pack. Her name is Lilith, but she prefers to be called Lil. 

She attended a school that didn't just house werewolves but humans and witches too. So she can only be from one of four packs around here, seem as that is not standard protocol for our communities to do. 

She has a mate. 

Wait, what did you just say? Rex asks.

I pull that particular memory to the forefront of my mind as I feel her smiling at a man that looks not much younger than me. 

'Lil,' he calls as she takes his hand. 

'You are my mate?' she says, and he smiles whilst people dance around them.

'Yes, I've known for a while, but I wanted to wait until you were of age until you could feel the bond too.'

'Alpha won't approve,' she says sadly, looking behind her as if someone might be following the pair of them.

'I know, Lil, but I don't care what my father says. I'll leave with you before he stops us."

Fuck, maybe he's dead. We're her second chance, mate. Rex suggests pining in my head as the doctor interrupts my thoughts.

'She has a bad contusion to her head with a concussion, bruises all over her body. Finger marks mostly, I believe. I think she may have been abused before turning up here, Alpha,' he tells me through mind-link.

'Can you have more than one, mate?' I ask as he leaves the room, his bag in hand and two used gloves in the other. 

'Why do you ask Theo?'

'Her memories, she found her mate, but Rex is adamant she's our mate. I didn't see any memories of her burying her first mate, nor either of them rejecting each other,' I tell him. 

'I've heard of a rare few people being double-mated. Most of them chose one. He pats me on the shoulder, looking at me gravely, 'I'd say maybe the other mate is the abuser,' he suggests shrugging his shoulder before turning from me and walking three paces. 

"Congratulations, Alpha, you've been waiting a long time," he speaks aloud, walking away from me as I stay rooted to the spot outside the door. 

I wait nearly twenty minutes before knocking on the hardwood door three times and then entering. The girl is sat up, huddled in blankets in the bed, with wide eyes as she stares at me walk into the room before her.

I take the time to study her.

She has ashy blonde hair that reaches below her breasts and huge blue eyes that are shrouded by the heaviest set of natural eyelashes I've ever seen. Her jaw is rounded, and her cheeks are high. And her lips, god, are they full enough to kiss. Rex purrs aloud at the sight of her. 

"How are you feeling?" I ask, walking to the bed to take a seat at the very end where her feet should be. 

"Warmer," she tells me.

"Good, may I?" I hold my hand out for hers. She lays her delicate little hand in my palm, and I gather more memories. I am specifically looking for more with this man, her mate. It seems she hadn't known about him for long, the memories are limited, and before that, it was only in passing she spoke to him. 

She's ours, Rex shouts at me angrily.

Shut up, you stupid wolf. If she has another mate, then that is her destiny.

Not on my watch, she's ours, and I'm not sharing.

I push the bastard away, concentrating my attention back on the girl who sat staring at me silently. 

"I can heal you if you would like?" I suggest because it seems I've been too silent for too long, I shouldn't have said it. You can only heal your mate; we aren't mates yet. 

Fucking are. 

"How?" She asks cocking her head to me with a small smile that makes her face look all the more beautiful. 

"It sounds gross, but if I lick your wounds, my saliva will heal you," I shrug my shoulder, moving closer to her along the bed because she smells that fucking good, "our werewolf has fast healing powers."

"Werewolf?" She asks, stammering the simple word sounding shocked at the thought of it, of us being werewolves.

"Yes, that is what we are," I say, moving close enough to smell her again. She definitely has a wolf. 

"I'm. I am. A?" she trips over her words while her brain processes what I've told her, so I finish her sentence for her as her mouth gapes open with shock, I presume. 

"A werewolf."

She nods, her eyes glazing over. She must be talking to her wolf.

I take her distraction to lick the gnarly cuts along her arm, the one on the side of her head. The biggest one on her right thigh. My cock hates me for being so close to her, for tasting her skin when I haven't even claimed her as mine yet. My canines have elongated, ready to mark, but I control the urge to sit back away from her at a moment's notice. 

Mark, her already. Rex shouts at me as I settle on the end of the bed away from her tantalising smell snubbing his needs. 

"That's not weird at all," she laughs nervously as I realise she wasn't at all as distracted as I had thought she was. Instead, I hadn't realised she'd been intently watching me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as our eyes meet again.

"You'll heal quicker now" I stand from the end of the bed, turning to leave as her breathing changes. It picks up speed as she sniffs the air. Her heart flutters as she takes in sharp breaths.

"Rest now. You'll be healed by tomorrow," I promise her. I can already feel myself taking her wounds, the sharp stabbing under my skin where I'm taking her pain.

You see, I'm not a normal wolf, and neither am I a standard Alpha. I have unique gifts, powers, whatever you want to call them. 

I've been condemned with the power of sight, not that anyone outside of myself, my gamma and beta or my parents know, and I've never found a person worthy enough to tell besides them.

And I can also heal people, other wolves within my pack and this girl that belongs to me. 

I don't use my powers, and I've never tried to expand them. Well, that's not particularly true. My sight power I do but heck, people bumping into me allows for their whole life story to flow between us, meaning I don't particularly jump to see people's personal matters, and I've never tried to exercise it to the point I can block it. 

I try not to use them, and I try not to touch others to prevent the use of it. 

"Theo?"

"Ah, Lucas," I knew he'd be waiting for me, ready to pounce and extract as much information as possible. 

"So she's your mate. Have you told her yet?"

"No."

"But you healed her?" He says, pointing to my head where my skin is the wettest. I run my fingers over the tiny mark left behind, bringing some of my blood away.

"Yes."

"Are you going to tell her or wait for her memory to come back?" He asks as we walk down the corridor and up the stairs to my room on the top floor.

He follows me inside as I strip, setting up the shower to rid the oozing blood from my body. I've nearly healed her and myself, my leg and head the only things still morphing in front of me in the mirror as they seal themselves up. I watch in amazement at what my body is doing as Lucas waits with bated breath behind me. 

"When the time is right," I mutter to both Lucas and Rex. If she stays, I'll reveal that she is my mate. 

My luna, destined to help me run this pack and birth me a son to pass it down to.