"The Silence of the Mate"

The phone was buzzing non-stop on my nightstand. I tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't quit. I finally picked it up with only one eye open, and the second I saw the name on the screen, I was already annoyed.

"Damn it, Noah! It’s 3:00 AM!"

"Sis, not my fault this time… but… I need you to get me out."

"…Out?"

"I’m in jail."

"WHAT?! What the hell happened? Why are you in—"

He cut me off. "Sis, I don’t have much time. I’ll explain when you get here."

"Fine! Damn it! I’m on my way."

"…Uh, Sis?"

"What else?"

"………… I’m in New Orleans."

"……DAMN IT!!! You are such a pain in the ass!"

I was so irritated that I hung up before he could say another word. I jumped out of bed, only then realizing my fling was still wrapped in the sheets, fast asleep.

"Dude… time to go home."

"Mmm, what…? It’s the middle of the night," he grumbled.

"Yeah, well, I told you last night you should’ve slept at your place. I’m leaving."

"Leaving? Now? Where?" He was suddenly wide awake.

I was scrambling to find my clothes on the floor, which was difficult because—well, we’d had quite a night, and my room was definitely showing the evidence. I was lost in my thoughts and in a massive rush when Chris, now fully conscious, filled the silence.

"Listen, Hailey, is this your way of telling me you’re not serious about this relationship? Because believe me, I get it. You’ve been pretty clear over the last four months—making me come over, using me for sex for a few days, and then ghosting me for a month. But you could’ve at least waited until morning!"

"You didn't seem too disappointed last night," I smirked. I was trying to ease the tension, but it wasn't working.

"Really? You’re not funny. It’s 3:00 AM, you’re leaving for God-knows-where, and you won’t even answer my questions!" Chris never swore.

I didn’t have the time or energy for this, but I didn't want to be a bitch—at least, not more than I already had been. I rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth while throwing a few things into my motorcycle panniers.

"It’s not about you," I tried to explain, though it came out muffled by the toothbrush.

He didn't answer, but I could hear him getting up and picking up his stuff from the floor. Usually, when he stayed over, he’d tidy up before making me breakfast and bringing it to me in bed. I had a feeling I wasn't getting breakfast this time. He was "rage-cleaning" the mess, clattering things against the furniture like a desperate housewife just to let me know he was pissed.

I headed out of the bathroom and rushed to my wardrobe to grab my leather jacket and boots, which were buried behind a pile of junk since I hadn't used them in a while. When I turned around, Chris was standing there, staring at my gear with wide eyes. Then his gaze narrowed, as if he’d suddenly figured it all out.

He hadn't.

"Are you leaving with some tattooed, jailbird, weirdo biker in the middle of the night while I’m still in your bed?" He was spiraling, but I couldn't blame him.

He didn't know I was the tattooed biker. I wasn't the jailbird—that was my brother—but I was definitely a "weirdo" if you considered normal human activities the standard. Chris didn't know I wasn't human. I’d managed to keep that from him by acting like… well, a bitch.

I liked Chris. He was a nice guy: handsome, over six feet tall, blond hair, deep brown eyes, and fit. He was romantic, emotionally available, and calm—total marriage material. The problem was his luck. In his last relationship, his girlfriend dumped him for his best friend. They ended up getting married, so Chris lost his girl and his best friend in one shot.

The night of their wedding, he showed up at the bar where I work, already wasted. He sat at the counter telling his sad story to every girl who approached, hoping for pity. He drank so much he started shouting it until no one would even look at him. He was a mess, but having known him for four months now, I knew that wasn't the real him. He wasn't a "one-night stand" guy, and he usually drank in moderation.

That night, he eventually gave up and rested his head on the counter until closing. Even wasted, he was handsome and sweet. I related to him. When I told him it was time to leave, he blinked at me and told me I was beautiful. When he agreed to go and pulled out his car keys, I snatched them out of his hands. I wasn't letting a sweet, sad, drunk guy drive.

He just smiled and said, "Alright, you drive."

My boss asked if I had it under control, and I decided to take him home. But the second Chris hit the passenger seat, he was out cold. By the time I got to his place, I couldn't wake him. Since it was 2:00 AM, I just drove him to my apartment. It wasn't like a normal girl bringing a stranger home; I’m a werewolf. A strong one. I’m the daughter of the Alpha of the Snow Moon pack, the second-largest pack in the South. I could handle one drunk human.

I hauled him to my couch, where he fell back asleep instantly. After checking on him, I showered and went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up to noises in the kitchen. I jumped out of bed thinking I was being robbed, only to remember my "guest" at the last second. I grabbed an oversized T-shirt, glanced at my messy blond curls in the mirror, and walked out.

I was hit by a delicious smell and an even better view.

Chris was standing in my kitchen with a mountain of pancakes. He noticed me and his eyes went wide, wandering down to my bare legs. He smiled shyly—a completely different vibe from the night before. He’d showered and smelled like my shower gel.

Honestly, the shyness was more attractive than his sculpted abs… oh, did I mention he was shirtless? He only had my pink towel wrapped around his waist. I blushed hard. Not because I was timid—werewolves see plenty of nudity during shifts—but because my "heat" was starting right at that moment.

He started apologizing for his behavior the night before, trying to explain the story I’d already heard ten times. I interrupted to tell him I knew the details. He looked puzzled but didn't push it. He thanked me for the help and the shower, mentioning he felt bad for crashing on my couch. He’d cooked the pancakes as a thank you.

I let him talk because I was busy taking deep breaths, trying to keep my body from catching fire. I was terrified he’d realize what was happening, but he was human; he couldn't smell my arousal like another wolf could.

"Pancakes are my favorite," I finally managed to say.

He beamed and gestured for me to sit. As I climbed onto the high stool, my shirt rode up, exposing my thighs. I wasn't wearing anything underneath. I noticed him "eye-fucking" me, but he looked away the moment I reached for a fork and accidentally brushed his hand.

My heat hit me like a physical blow. Damn it! I thought. Couldn't this have waited an hour?

He introduced himself properly, holding out his hand. I shook it, trying to avoid eye contact as my face burned. Touching him made me instantly wet, and I shifted on the stool, trying to hide my discomfort. It didn't help that he was standing there with that perfect smile and wet blond hair.

"It’s cute," he said.

I gave him a questioning look.

"The way you blush whenever you look at me," he explained.

I turned even redder. I was losing control of the heat and I panicked. He saw the change in my expression and immediately stopped smiling, looking concerned. He pulled his hand away and apologized for still being half-naked, saying he’d get his clothes and leave so he didn't overstay his welcome.

He was so polite. I felt a pang of guilt; he didn't deserve to be involved with someone like me. If I were human, this could have been a story for the grandkids. But then again, if I were human, I never would have brought a drunk stranger home.

I was a mess, and I knew it. I couldn't stop staring at his body, imagining what was under that towel. Chris noticed the look, but he started toward the bathroom anyway. As he passed, I reached out and touched his chest. He stopped instantly. We locked eyes, and he realized exactly what I wanted.

He didn't move. He let me take control.

I ran my hand down to the towel and let it drop to the floor. He just smirked, letting me look at him. He was perfectly built. I pulled him between my thighs. He leaned over and kissed me gently—it was sweet, but I was hungry. I deepened the kiss, and he matched my pace. I could feel him hardening against me.

The heat was rising, and my wolf, Kayla, wanted to surface. I had to break the kiss to catch my breath and steady myself. I stood up and pulled my T-shirt off, revealing my breasts. Chris’s eyes went wide; he was speechless. I knew he liked what he saw as I turned and walked toward the bedroom. He followed me like he was under a spell. The moment we stepped inside, we were glued together.

The one I am

While kissing he glided his hand on my back and reached my head. I was shivering, I was already a mess between my legs as the heat continued to rise. When he touched my hair while his tongue was exploring my mouth I felt his other hand wanted to reach between my legs.. I had the feeling he was trying to take control and I didn’t want it, I couldn’t let him…

I pulled away and bent on my knee. I turned into the aggressive one but he didn’t seem to be bothered, instead he was enjoying it.

I hold myself to his legs pull out my tongue and I gave his hard lenght a first huge lick while he was looking at me with amazed wide eyes.

I engulfed his cock with mouth starting to move gently but then I increased the rythm and his head fell back, he started to moan and I was so wet. I pulled his legs towards the bed so he was sitting and I was on my knee in between his legs with my mouth around his cock. I wanted my hunger be satisfied while the heat continue to rise. I started to taste his precum and his cock harden in my mouth even more when I stopped. I didn’t want him to come into my mouth, I wanted control and I wanted to be fucked and get rid of my frustration.

He was a mess, he couldn’t understand why I stopped when suddenly I stand naked in front of him while my juices poured from me. I did not let him touch me with his hands but I pull his head toward my pussy and let him taste me and lick me, he was good at it.

Then I sat on his laps and started to rub my pussy against his cock so hard and moaning that he grabbed my breast and squeezed, I screamed and told him to squeeze harder which he did a bit. I didn’t want to wait, I hold his cock in my hand and put it in my hungry pussy by myself and let him stunned.

It felt so good to have him inside, to have someone inside after so long. I started to ride him so hard I didn’t really know if he could handle me but at that point I didn’t mind. I was focused on my pleasure and even if I wanted to stop which I didn’t my Wolf wouldn’t let me.

I looked at Chris without decreasing my pace and he looked to be fine. I only checked because I didn’t want my Wolf to take control and accidentally hurt him. Warewolves are stronger and they can handle their partners even when they have rough sex but human are weaker, we should be careful with them.

Chris was starting to reach his limit, I could tell from his breath, his sweat and the sounds he was making so I increased the rythm a little bit and started to rock his cock even harder and let him sink in my pussy deeper meanwhile rubbing my clit on him which made him going crazy and made me scream for my orgasm while holding his shoulders. Chris couldn’t handle it longer and he almost came in my hole if I didn’t jump out of his reach crawling on the bed.

I was just half satisfied. My heat was decreasing for the moment but I knew it was just a matter of time.

Chris turned around to look at me with an impressed gaze and he told me it was the best sex he have ever had and then corrected himself and said that I was the best sex he had ever had.

As I mentioned already he wasn’t lucky with the choice of girls.

I laughed and then headed to the shower, just to turn around and invited him over. He didn’t let a second pass before standing on his feet and following me like a puppy.

I needed an other session to keep my heat under control for a little while but I was not gonna say that, just show him when we’d be in the shower.

I soon realized Chris was someone who like snuggling and smooching. I wasn’t.

At least I’ve never wanted to snuggle with anyone since before college when I had a very bad crush on my older brother’s best friend Aiden who, like an old cliché didn’t even consider me as a girl.

Except for that one time when I doubted it.

It was few months before my brother Derek’s accident, my best friend Carla, Aiden’s little sister, was sick and I wanted to visit her so Aiden gave me a ride home from school on his motorcycle, I was so excited that I was holding my breath all the way. Aiden must have noticed it because while he was riding he slid his hand on my thigh and squeezed it gently sending me to the moon. I was wearing shorts and the feeling of his hand on my skin sent sparks trough my body. At that point relaxing for me became reflexible as breathing. I stopped holding my breath and my body softened around his. At that point Aiden removed his hand. That was it. He then went back ignoring me like always. I had no clue of anything, I was only 15 while Aiden was 20 and my wolf hadn’t appeared yet.

The only thing I knew that was the first time I felt like that for someone and I haven't felt like that for anyone so far and Chris wasn’t an exception.

At the beginning Chris didn’t complained if I showed up to his door horny and wanted to have rough sex even I knew he was expecting more from me.

He couldn’t handle not to be in a relationship and I didn’t want to be in one but I got comfortable with him because he was available when I needed him even if I ghosted him and then showed up after weeks.

In the last 4 months things were getting worse.

Chris expressed his feeling for me and as the heat made me weak I wasn’t strong enough to send him away. I was being the worst for him but still trying to figure out how to handle my life and this relationship I didn’t want but needed.

Sex with him was alright even if I felt like he let me be in control not because he liked it or enjoyed to meet my need but because he wasn’t able to handle me enough to taking it over me.

I didn’t really mind because to me it felt safer like that.

I became a control freak after what happened to Derek or maybe I’ve always been like that, I wasn’t sure. Sometimes it just felt it wasn’t right, I wasn’t right for Chris or anyone I run into and probably they weren’t right for me either.

I decided to live in the city where most of the population was human and I was a warewolf. Even if there were mix couples in some packs that accomodation probably didn’t fit for me either.

Recently my moments with Chris were making my Wolf stiffen frequently. Now Kayla was craving to meet her mate, she was upset because I refused to look for him or even get closer to the packs.

This was definitely a fucked up behaviour. I knew it but when the heat took over me I didn’t want to go back to my pack and match with a random Wolf for the season, let alone meet my mate only to be stuck in a pack with its duties and rules.

I promised to myself to keep the distance from the pack’s affairs since what happened to Derek.

And then Noah called.

He was in New Orleans. In jail. Damn it. It would take me around 6 hours to get down there. I could have shift and get there earlier but going to New Orleans as a warewolf was not an option and then we would need a ride to get the hell out of there possibly without being spotted as shifters. I didn’t want to stay there more than necessary especially not been seen by vampires.

I had my staff ready and Chris was standing in front of me waiting for an answer.

“I’m leaving by myself with my motorcylcle. Can’t explain right now I’m in rush. My brother needs me”

Chris looked at me astonished. He didn’t know I was a biker not even I had a brother. I had two but Derek was dead. He didn’t know that either.

Too many info just makes life more complicated.

“I think I don’t even know who you are anymore Hailey”

“Chris, I’m sorry, you actually don’t know who I am because I’ve never let you know. I gotta go. Close the door behind when you leave”

“Am I gonna see You again..?”

“Chris, I wish you don’t..”

And I headed to the garage where I kept my Harley always ready to go even if I haven’t ride it in a long time.

It was dark and the streets of Little Rock were so quite that my bike roumbled like a thunder though the still sleeping residential neighborhoods till I got on the main street where the traffic was law but at least I wasn’t the only one.

I rode on the border of the woods and with my supernatural hearing I could tell some wolves of my pack were out for a run.

I decided to live a different life and moved to the city but I just felt it wasn’t right to move too far from where I belonged. That solution was fine for now.

I could feel Kayla waken up and feeling happy about our runaway, she felt particulary free as soon as I distanced myself from Chris which made me feel a bit guilty but not too bad. It was the right thing to do and I was happy I had a good excuse to leave.

I made a quick stop on the road but then I drove all the way down to New Orleans. I couldn’t wait to pick up that pinhead of my brother and leave the city for good.

I was wearing my jacket, there was my pack name written in capital letters followed by my family name and my initial.

SNOW MOON

HUNTERS H.

Every one of my siblings had one like that and everyone of our motocycle club in the pack had the same.

As soon as I wore that jacket to go get Noah I knew I’d be automatically involved in the pack’s affairs again.

This made me only think of Derek.

His death changed my life. He was my oldest brother. He was meant to become Alpha of our pack after my dad. He got killed 7 years ago when I was a freshman in college because he got involved in issues regarding one of the most dangerous pack of our time, the Black Moon Pack.

Black Moon Pack Alpha’s son Aiden was Derek’s best friend and my old crush in high school. His sister Carla was my age and we were thick as thieves. Derek and Aiden were 5 years older than us. They never wanted to hang out with us but they always kept an eye on their two little sisters. I could tell Carla had a crush on Derek but as I didn’t want to share my crush for Aiden we never talked about this issue.

Both Derek and Aiden were supposed to take over their role as Alpha in their pack so they didn’t go to college like humans, they received special training in the pack, so they were always around when we were in high school.

The Black Moon Pack is a powerful and influential pack, they are considered like royals among other packs thanks to their connections, wealth and their warrior strenght.

As our packs have always been neighboors, my dad and Alpha Lionel, Aiden’s dad, were friends since they were kids, Derek used to train with Aiden. They were always competing for something but they’re were best friends and inseparable.

Nobody could bitch to one of them without the other get involved.

One evening, after a hard training, Derek and Aiden decided to take a run in the woods with other 4 young members of the two packs when they smelled stranger wolves and heard laughs, moaning and screams.

They immediately understood something wasn’t right. Something terrible was going on nearby.

When they quietly approched they could see a group of 6 young wolves gangraping a young priestess. She was so weak she couldn’t even scream anymore.

Derek and Aiden were well trained but the three young wolves with them were newbies. Although they felt they couldn’t ignore what was happening and leave the priestess to her fate. They decided to take action.

They split into two groups of three and surrounded the rapers who were so amped up and loud they didn’t even noticed them.

Aiden acted first, as a giant Wolf as he was, he jumped in the middle of the group by himself howling and taking all completely off guard.

This made took the rapers attention away from the priestess and allowed the group headed by Derek to free the priestess from what she was enduring.

Derek then instructed the two young wolves with him to get the young priestess back to the pack’s healer as soon as they could.

This made them outnumbered compared to the gangrapers but it was necessary for the priestess safety.

Aiden was already fighting the gang with the two left young wolves of his pack who were doing alright even as newbies.

Seeing his friend fighting, Derek entered the fray straight away. Aiden and Derek were two Alpha’s sons, they were bigger and stronger than anyone else they were still four against six.

While Derek and the newbies were fighting the group of rapers, Aiden faced the bigger among them. He thought he might be a Beta of another pack.

While they confronted each other, Aiden had an advantage. He was bigger, stronger, better trained.

Aiden and Derek wanted to make them leave, they didn’t want to kill anyone, just scared the hell out of them.

But the rapers were there to fight till the end, they saw the pristess leaving with two warewolves, this only meant it was a matter of time till they would be punished with death.

In the middle of the fight Aiden pushed the Beta so hard that he fell on Derek’s back knocking him down right under the jaws of the Beta who didn’t show any mercy ripping the head of my brother while smirking at Aiden.

At that point Aiden was in shock, he couldn’t believe what happened in front of his eyes, he couldn’t do anything to help his best friend. Derek was dead. And he felt he was his fault.

He became a beast.

He moved quickly, like a war machine, killing the remaining young warewolves and focused on the Beta who understood he had no chance of surviving.

The coward Beta who recognized Aiden started to tell him he couldn’t kill him because he was actually Alpha Harold’s son from the Silver Moon Pack.

The Silver Moon Pack was one of the closest business partner of the Black Moon Pack since long time. Alpha Lionel, Aiden’s dad, had always been in good terms with Harold Ash, especially when it came to business. But when it came to honor and justice the Silver Moon Pack was simply not on the same vibe as the others. Its population usually mind its own business and even among the other packs its people were considered low, mischevious and coward, since that moment nothing so incosiderate happened to make others take action.

The young wolf Aiden was facing was no less than Carter Ash, Alpha Harold’s son.

Aiden was taken aback by this detail but he still wanted to tear that guy’s head off.

A very short hasitation allowed Carter to take advantage and run away like the coward he is, followed by two of its gang, the others hadn’t made it.

Aiden was ready to run after them when a groan of pain draw his attention. He turned to see Josh, one of the newbies of his pack lying on the ground with a pretty deep wound on his chest, Liam the other newbie lying probably dead and closeby his best friend lifeless body.

He knew what his priority was. He grabbed the young wounded wolf and the two dead bodies and headed back to his pack.

On the way back he met the two wolves of Derek sent away with the priestess who were coming back to check on them only to find out the terrible outcome.

They helped Aiden to bring back Derek’s and Liam’s body and an injured Josh.

Aiden was never the same again. He swore revenge.