Chapter 2 Wrong Shoes

Zane's POV

My name is Zane Sanders, and I am the Alpha King of this werewolf kingdom.

I came to the Blue Moon Pack due to the duty tour, only to find out their Alpha was nothing but a pleasure-seeking piece of junk.

So I summoned and reprimanded him.

"If you can't be a good Alpha, I'll send someone to take over the job and you can lie in women's beds forever," I said sarcastically.

Alpha Tyler falls to his knees with his head buried deep, "Your Highness, I'm sorry! please give me some time, I will change things."

"I will only give you three days, in three days I need to see a reasonable solution." I give the order in a cold voice.

Even though I didn't use the King's Power, Alpha Tyler is still pale with fear and his body is trembling.

"Yes! Yes! I'll immediately call a meeting with the council members and find a way to fix things right here." He replies tremblingly.

On my drive back to the palace, my Beta Findlay mindlinks me.

"Zane, you have to get back here!" He yells anxiously.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"It's your grandfather again. He found another dozen more girls for you to pick your mate with! My God! I'm getting stuck with them! Just come back and save me!"

I snort, I could almost imagine how Findlay is being surrounded by several women hand in hand.

"Just help me deal with it. You know that I'm not interested in those women."

After saying that, I ignore Findlay's grumpy wild shout and hang up the link.

I inherited the throne when I reached 18 and have been Alpha King for 7 years now. But yet, I haven’t found my mate.

This is bad for me, and also for the whole kingdom.

Everyone has been expecting their Queen for too long.

My grandfather was so worried about me that every once in a while, he would look for women from various packs to see if there was my mate among them.

But there wasn’t.

I pull my car into a road in the suburbs.

It is raining too heavily. I need to find a hotel to stay in for the night.

And just then, I suddenly smell a fragrant honey milk scent!

‘MATE!!!’ My wolf Ziv immediately stirs up and keeps letting out anxious grunts and growls.

I warn him to shut up, hurriedly push open the car door, and then follow the sweet scent in the midst of a fierce storm.

In the rain, I see a figure wearing a thin dress lying on the ground. Her long purple hair is wrapped wetly around her body, revealing her thin but still shapely figure.

My breath stalls slightly, and my heart feels like it has been wounded by a sharp knife, with a dull ache.

‘MATE!’ my wolf wails in pain.

I rush to her side, pick her up, and see her beautiful but now very pale face.

At this time she is too weak. Her lips are bloodless. Her long eyelashes are hanging lightly. Her brows are furrowed. 

She seems to be suffering great pain.

Great sweetness and heartache come to me at the same time.

"My little wolfie, I finally found you," I say softly as I pin the purple curls stuck to her forehead behind her ears.

I pick up her cold, soft body and put her on the passenger side. After that, I drive to the nearest hospital.

Violet’s POV

I wake up to find myself lying in a large, soft, comfortable bed in a hospital suite.

I rub my forehead and sit up.

"Where am I?" I mutter to myself, feeling a little dizzy.

"Hospital." A low, husky voice rings.

I turn my head and look around to find a tall, dark-haired man in a suit sitting on a couch not far away.

Even though the man is wearing a slate suit, he looks sexy and wild.

He is holding a newspaper in his hand, obviously just reading it. 

"You saved me? Who are you?" I ask sluggishly.

He gets up and walks towards me. I don't know exactly how tall he is, at least he is taller than Neil, and his height gives me a sense of oppression. It seems like his height must be 5'9" up.

As he approaches me, I feel stressed. He is too big.

"Let me introduce myself. Ziv, my name." He says in a low voice, then bents down and surveys me with his deep, night-sky-like eyes.

"You're beautiful." He comments, the corners of his mouth rising slightly. It looks like he’s in a pleasant mood.

To be honest, even though he's a handsome guy, he's getting too close for normal social distancing! Besides, I don't even know him, and he is making a flirting move.

Is he flirting with me? Or, is he a womanizer?

My face burns a little, "Thanks...I mean, thanks for saving me...but I really should leave." 

I push him away and scramble out of bed, stepping on the cold floor with my bare feet.

Ziv squeezes my shoulder to keep me from moving, "Won't you ask me why I saved you?"

A hint of warmth comes through my clothes from where he touches me, and it makes me shiver. 

I quickly wave his hand away.

"I believe you must be a good man with a good heart," I say.

I start to look for my canvas shoes, which have been unglued. Too bad they are gone, replaced by a pair of pink sneakers.

The sneakers are cute and delicate. I can tell they are expensive.

"Sir, I wonder maybe you saw my shoes? I know they are worn, but they are the only shoes I have. Can I have them back?" I ask as I am searching.

"Shouldn't you focus on me right now than on those shoes? Coyote." Ziv's voice is tinged with laughter.

I look at him and found he is raising an eyebrow.

"Oh okay, thanks for saving me. I'll pay you back all the medical bills. But now I need to go home."

"Aren't you curious about who I am?" He asks.

"No," I say decisively.

I don't know how much the suit he is wearing is worth and what brand his perfume is. But I know that he is definitely not the same kind of person as an omega like me. At worst he should be a wealthy businessman.

I don't need to get to know someone whose world will never intersect with my own.

Listening to my answer he suddenly says, "I can take you away from all this. Let you live a life ten times better than the one you have now, at least without having to lie in dirty water."

I am stunned. For a moment I think he’s joking. But as I look into his charming eyes, surprisingly, he looks very serious.

"Sir, first of all, thank you for appreciating my cheap beauty, secondly ......" I give him an embarrassed smile, "I’ve already had a mate. And finally, please give me back my shoes."

Ziv bents down to pick up the pink sneakers and hands them to me.

"Wear these," he says.

I take a step back. I know it is uncomfortable to go barefoot, but it is better than accepting a strange gift from a stranger. 

Besides, I can't give him anything in return.

"Sir, I just want my sneakers back."

"Your shoes are worn. Besides, he doesn't fit you, and he doesn't deserve you. I have thrown these shoes, and this new pair fits you better." Ziv says without changing his face.

"Who are you to make my decisions? I ask angrily.

Suddenly he thrusts his hand under my arm, lifts me up, and puts me on the bed.

"If you don't want to, I guess I'll have to put on the shoes for you."  Ziv half crouches down and asks, "Is your mate nice to you?"

When his fingers touch the skin on my feet, I get goosebumps. I try to take my feet back, but he grabs my ankles obstinately.

"... Well Nah... just like that ..." I stammer, not realizing what I am saying. My attention has been drawn to the feeling of him touching me.

I've never been this close to a male werewolf, including Neil. I am a little overwhelmed, and the temperature creeps up on my face. 

"Yeah? Then do you know who I am? Maybe you will change your mind after you are interested to know." After putting on the shoes for me, he runs his big hand up my calf, "You smell so good and sexy, I think, I like you ......"