Chapter 3. Mate.

Peter Bennett.

Hearing her voice through the speakers caused me to freeze in my position, unable to move forward.

My intention was never to attend the conference. Also, I had given up going, not because of the topic itself, but because my meeting with dean Smith was more relevant. Therefore, I had never expected to be in the auditorium.

Apollo, my wolf, stirred inside my head, demanding to see her. He needed to know to whom belonged the melodious voice that spoke, whose speech was full of ingenious sentences and novel discoveries.

I leave the dean talking alone and head on autopilot towards the auditorium. I stand at the door, watching the tiny figure behind the podium.

My wolf jumps in my head, absolutely crazy screaming, “mate, mate, mate, mine, mine, mine!” giving me a big headache.

I never got married, because I always believed that I would find the love of my life one day. I didn’t think that, at thirty-six years old, I would find her.

Although it makes me wonder, why is she giving a speech to the humans? Will she work with them? Quickly, I asked the dean, “Who is she?”

The dean looks at her, smiles, and says. “She is Dr. Emma Spencer. She is a PhD in education, a specialist in educational innovation. In recent years, her research has focused on teachers’ ability to reinvent themselves in delivering knowledge to children. She actively works with the Education Ministry and her professorships at the university deal with that. You must visit her in some classes since is always full of students. She is extremely popular.”

I nod in silence, delighted to know that my mate is an eminence in education. That means she will be a formidable Luna.

I remain silent, listening to her speech. Apollo doesn’t stop looking at her, absolutely in awe of her. When she is about to finish, I move towards the exit so that she recognizes me. My pulse races with the anticipation of being able to hold her in my arms.

She finishes her speech and I watch as she steps off the stage, wearing a blue knee-length skirt, revealing her toned legs, curvy hips, round ass, and a white blouse open to her big breast, making a soft groan escape me. High heels that stylize her even more.

Her curly brown hair falls below her shoulders, her blue eyes, which shine with excitement, her profiled nose, her velvety white complexion, and her full red lips, which beg to be kissed. Apollo just wants to claim her here and now.

I used all my willpower to control my impetuous desire to hug her and kiss her.

I greet her politely, wanting to hold her close to me, waiting for her to recognize me and to take her home, but she just looks at me and thanks me for my compliment. What’s going on? I wonder.

“Peter, she doesn’t recognize us!” Apollo says, completely shocked.

Then she tells me she has a daughter. My gaze darkens and I become homicidal. How is it possible that after waiting for her for so long, she has a daughter without me? I feel like my heart is breaking.

“She didn’t wait for us,” Apollo says, howling in pain. When we come out of our state of shock, we realize she is gone. “Follow her scent!”

We quickly catch the wonderful scent of vanilla and strawberries standing out from the crowd, which is heading towards the parking lot. We watched her get into her car, and it bothers me she drives such an unsafe car.

I knock on her window and see that she is angry that I followed her. She asks me if I missed something, and I just want to yell so badly at her. You are what I lost! I boldly ask her if she is willing to do something for me, to which she responds very upset that she is not up to that. Goddess! I love how strong she is.

“Stop bothering her, Peter, and ask her if she’s married.”

I do what Apollo asks and her response tears me apart. She then teases me when I ask if he is her fated mate.

“Peter, she doesn’t know what you’re talking about, and I don’t sense her wolf.”

I frown and ask him. “How do you know she’s our mate, then?”

“Because her scent doesn’t lie, Peter. She is ours. But it’s strange. I don’t perceive her wolf, but she’s not just human. Ask her the age of her daughter.”

I do what Apollo asks, and we watch as our beautiful mate frowns and cuts us off immediately. Like a protective female of her pup, we watch her leave at top speed.

“Something is terribly wrong, Peter. I don’t sense her wolf, but she smells like one and my intuition makes me think she has been raised like a human. Without her wolf, she can’t recognize us as her mate and doesn’t even understand what we mean.”

I think for a moment and then I tell him, “You’re right, Apollo. Our beautiful, intelligent, and temperamental mate is more than she pretends to be.”

With all that in mind, I call my beta William by mental link. “Yes, my king?”

“William, I need you to do a complete investigation on Dr. Emma Spencer, a professor at Stanford's University. Send me the details as soon as possible.”

“Right away, Peter. Anything else?”

“Yes, find out her phone number. Send it to my cell phone.”

“Alright. I will do it now.”

With that, I close the connection. I returned to my car, completely intrigued by the events that unfolded. My mate, who is absolutely amazing, however, doesn’t know who I am and most likely won’t be able to recognize me.

I get to the car; I get in when the dean knocks on my window. Shit! I huff as I lower the glass. “Is something wrong, dean?”

“Yes, Mr. Bennett. We couldn’t have our meeting.” Fucking hell! I curse in my head, to which Apollo responds, “Bloody hell, that’s right.”

Losing patience, I tell him. “We will reschedule. Please wait for my assistant to contact you. Have a nice day.”

Without waiting for his response, I roll up the glass, start the engine, and get out of there. I look in the rearview mirror and see my men join the journey.

After that, the sound of an incoming message interrupts my thoughts. I turn on the radio so I can hear it.

“Peter, Dr. Spencer’s phone number.”

Excellent. I stop on the side of the road and call her.

It rings twice, and she answers me. Surprised to hear her, I confess. She doesn’t recognize me!

It’s completely irritating all this, knowing that she’s yours, but you can’t claim her.

I tell her who I am and I only sense anger in her. She is extremely annoyed that I called her without her giving me her number and then she tells me things about how just because we are men; we are like that. What the fuck?

Apollo tells me, “Something happened to her, Peter. She is not well.”

Taking into consideration what Apollo tells me, I ask her with all the concern in the world. “Are you okay? Is there anything I can help you with?”

And just with that, I hear her cry. There is nothing more heartbreaking than hearing your mate cry and not being able to help, comfort, and contain her. But Apollo is livid.

He wants to see blood flow and get at all costs the head of the responsible who made our mate cry. I demand that she tell me where she is, which she refuses. I quickly wrote a message to my beta to find out the location of her cell phone. He does the triangulation and a minute later, he sends me her location in real time.

I told her to wait for me on the avenue, since I am very close to where she is. And without further ado, I turn around and drive at full speed to meet her.

When I arrive and open the door, I hear the moans of my little mate. I bend down to look at her beautiful face and see her eyes swollen and red from crying so much.

I try to contain my anger and ask her, in the most restrained way I can. “What happened? Who could harm you?”

She covers her face, ashamed that I see her suffering. I grab her chin and sparks invade me, sending a delicious electric shock that travels throughout my body. She trembles at my touch, and I am painfully aware that she can feel them and that she is not immune to me. Without thinking twice, I whisper, “Mate.”

Her face shows confusion, and she abruptly separates himself from me, questioning me.

Apollo tells me, “Apparently, our little mate doesn’t like to be vulnerable. Will she be an alpha female?”

I turned my attention to Emma and told her I would escort her to her house. She, in a hysterical scream, tells me “No!”

Apollo says to me, “I bet her trash husband did something to her. We find that son of a bitch and tear him to pieces!”

I ask her to tell me where to go then because I won’t leave her alone. I see how she resigns to my request and changes seats. Apollo is completely delighted that our feisty mate has submitted so beautifully.

She asks me, “why are you here?”

And I have no choice but to tell her the truth. “I’m here, Emma, ​​because I’m unable to leave you alone.”

Even though she wants me away, I can’t. She is mine and I will do everything in my power to make her choose me and stay with me.

Since she didn’t respond to me, I took her home. I know that she will be able to calm down being with me and even if she doesn’t understand why things happen to her being around me, my mate needs someone dominant by her side. It’s perfect for me. I know it.

When I tell her where we are going, she gets scared and tells me she is still a married woman. Apollo says. “Do you see I am right? That son of a bitch did something to our mate. We have to skin him alive!”

I assure Emma that I would do nothing to get her in trouble. Quite the opposite. I just want her to be safe and well.

After that, she brings out the feminist inside her. For Goodes’s sake, how can you love someone you just met? I try to assure her I will never cheat on her and that she can trust me. I try to make conviction resonate in my words.

With the trust that is developing in us, I feel confident to ask her, “what did your husband do to you?”

She gets extremely nervous, not knowing how to tell me. After a while, she tells me she just saw him fucking his secretary.

Not wanting to scare her, a roar comes from my chest, absolutely blinded by rage. Why are human beings like this with their mates? Why do they neglect their bond, as if it were worthless?

Apollo tells me, “Because the Moon Goddesses has not touched them.”

I see how she gets scared and walks away from me. I come to my senses as I tell her. “No, no, don’t walk away, Emma. Am sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just can’t believe your husband would prefer another woman to be with you. You are too good for him.”

I see how she blushes completely at my words. What a beautiful thing she is.

I got out of the car and opened her door. I offered her my hand, intending to feel those sparks again.

She accepts I help her down and I delight in the delicious sparks that run through my body.

She looks at me with her eyes wide open and I can’t stop smiling at her, since I know she is feeling the same as me.