Amazingly Unique

Drake

Silvertail.

My return to this pack is solely for one reason and that is to find the man who murdered my brother.

Lucas Wayne, my treacherous uncle. The infamous Alpha of Silvertail.

Lucas stood by us when my father died. He helped my mother out with the palace and Pack business.

He helped train me and my older brother Denver in combat. He taught us all we needed to know about palace affairs. However, when the time came for Denver to step up and become the king, he was suddenly murdered.

Denver wasn't just my elder brother, he was everything to me. Friend, companion and partner. However, he was killed by an unknown man whose origin was later traced to having been hired by my uncle.

My world shattered after the death of Denver, but I took a vow to avenge his death.

After years of waiting, it's finally time to get rid of my evil uncle, but for that to happen, I have to pretend to be someone else and travel to a far away land where he now resides as the Alpha.

I arrived in Silvertail and was immediately greeted by bad luck. I got a flat tire.

My two hundred million dollar car couldn't take me to my destination.

I immediately accepted my abandonment and took on my mission alone, sending my guards and driver back to the palace.

I was left with only one of my shadow guards, Bryan. He wouldn't leave me no matter how much I threatened him.

Since my car decided to ditch me, I resumed the journey to Silvertail on foot, but halfway through, I changed my mind and decided to cover the rest of the journey in wolf form.

I arrived in town in no time.

My stomach grumbled from hunger. I decided to stop by a restaurant and grab a snack.

"Excuse me."

A feminine voice called out from the restaurant.

I'm familiar with no one around here, so there's no way the person could be calling me.

Without looking back, I went out of the restaurant and waited to get a cab to take me back to my hotel.

"Excuse me," the voice came again.

This time, a beautiful woman with shoulder-length raven hair stopped before me. Her hazel eyes sparkled as she smiled and waved my brown leather wallet before me.

Her red dress stuck to her body like she was born with it, making her look young and radiant.

"Oh," I muttered as I saw my wallet in her hand.

"You dropped this," she muttered with a smile.

"Thank you," I mumbled my gratitude.

I could have lost the key to my hotel reservation and several other important items.

"You're welcome." She smiled again.

Her smile was beautiful and attractive. However, what I found odd was the strange pull I felt towards her.

There was something about her that kept pulling me to her.

"You're new in town?"

I wasn't good with words so I couldn't tell If she had just asked a question or stated her observation.

"Yes," I replied, trying as much as I could to stop myself from walking away.

"My name is Madeline," she muttered with her hand outstretched.

"I'm Drake."

My reply was monotonous and somehow harsh, but she didn't seem to mind. That lovely smile didn't leave her face the entire time.

"Alright Drake, I'll see you around."

I watched as she left with her bag safely tucked under her arm. Her heels knocked on the floor proudly as she walked inside a cab.

"Yeah."

I found myself replying to no one.

Really?

Am I talking to myself? I scoffed.

I found myself admiring the scent she left behind. There was something amazingly unique about the scent that I found myself wanting to inhale more of it.

I looked around and got a cab for myself and immediately left for the hotel. I have gotten all the lead I needed to get to my uncle. I just need to begin my revenge against him now.

After one week of meeting at the restaurant, I met her again. Madeline became a good friend and soon we started dating.

I couldn't help it.

She has an intoxicating scent attached to her. That scent wasn't hers but lingered around her all the time.

I find this strange yet alluring.

Upon her insistence, I checked out of the hotel and moved in with her. However, I was met by the same alluring scent as soon as I stepped in, notifying me that the one who bore the scent was in there.

My jaw dropped as I ran into the most beautiful amber eyes I'd ever seen as Madeline introduced her daughter to me.

But that was far from the end. As soon as I got closer, it became clear that the one who bore that amazing scent wasn't Madeline but her daughter Zelda and her scent wasn't the only amazing thing about her. In fact, she is the epitome of uniqueness, from her raven hair to her amber orbs and her spicy hot red lips.

I found myself staring in awe at the beauty before me.

But before I could complete my admiration, my wolf suddenly called out to her.

She is my mate.

My eyes widened and I gulped.

Madeline's daughter is my mate?

How is that possible?

She is so young and is my mate?

Zelda must have felt the bond as well because she sprung off in horror.

I find it hard to believe that the mate I waited so many years for happened to be here in my enemy's pack and is way younger than I am.

I couldn't sleep all night as I was haunted by the thought of my supposed mate.

What do I tell Madeline?

How do I explain this?

After tossing for several hours, it was finally dawn. I got out of bed immediately and prepared for the day's task. I needed to visit my newly purchased business.

However, I found it surprising that my supposed daughter also worked there.

Even though I had dropped her at work. I couldn't stop staring at her as I moved closer to the counter.

I was praying fervently that Randolph wouldn't blow my cover before her as he introduced us. I was shown around the store and my cabin, but I couldn't sit still.

I was restless.

I wanted to talk to Zelda.

She doesn't seem to like me, but I found myself being pulled towards her.

I hate this bond.

I tried as much as I could to concentrate and familiarise myself with things in my cabin and study the sales chart, but that became a difficult task.

I just couldn't do it.

I couldn't get her out of my head. My mind kept replaying images of her supple lips as she spoke to me earlier.

Without stopping to think, I took the phone and called her, but my darling daughter was bold enough to want to refuse me.

I am Alpha King Drake Williamson.

I will not take a no for an answer.

Activating my authoritative tone, I gave the order. I'm sure she would never be able to refuse an order given in that tone and, indeed, she surrendered.

"On my way, boss."