Beloved

Chapter Two

(Picture of Emanual)

KRISTEN'S P.O.V.

After finding my room, I brushed my teeth and settled down in the small bed. The room wasn't the best for sure, but it had what I needed.

I lay on the bed for a couple of sleepless hours. I didn't have a plan. I didn't have anything. I just needed to find a place to stay, I guess.
With those thoughts and worries, I fell asleep.

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After waking up, I spent 20 minutes in the bed, just thinking. I ran my fingers through my hair and rubbed my eyes countless of times before I got up.
After getting dressed in dark skinny jeans and an oversized old sweater, I brushed my teeth. At 10 A.M. I was out of the door.

Now all I needed was breakfast and I was good to go.

EMANUAL'S P.O.V.

"Yeah, we just need to convince Alpha Ken to work with us. I'm not sure how, though." I told my Beta and my Third in Command, as we waited for a waiter.

"Can't we just ask for help?" Shawn, my Third in Command, asked.
I shook my head. No. That was my first plan, but we needed more than that. We needed a good reason.

I tensed as my wolf started whining again. For some unknown reason my wolf was on edge. I had a suspicion it had something to do with the rogues that has been trespassing into my territory. It was stressful for the whole pack, which only bothered me more. I was the Alpha, I was supposed to keep my pack calm and safe, not anxious and worried about a possible rogue attack. 

A human girl came to our booth and smiled brightly.

"Hey, welcome to Karen's Diner! I'm Susie. What can I do for you guys?" She looked to be the age of 18, with short blonde hair and light blue eyes. Other guys would call her pretty. But not me. I was looking for one girl only. My mate.

Werewolves can find their mate when they turn 18. I was now 22 and still hopelessly looking for the one. I had always been told your mate would be the best thing to ever happen. Everything about her would be amazing; utterly flawless. Her hair, her skin, her lips, her neck, her hands. My mind started racing, imagining finally being with her. I would go crazy, if I didn't find her soon. 

"I'd like a French toast and blueberry pancakes." My lips formed a dazzling smile, making her giggle and blush. Being a werewolf, I was extra handsome to humans and I knew it. It didn't take more than a smirk to swoon a human girl, not that I wanted her. 

It was not often we found ourselves at a lonely diner at 10 A.M. But we needed a plan. So why not do it over some pancakes?

This diner wasn't the best diner for sure, but it was the closest and not a lot of people came here. Mostly humans on road trips. We just needed to make sure no one heard our conversation. It would have major consequences if someone actually heard us. Especially rogues. Luckily, we could smell if a werewolf, that's not from our pack, entered our territory.

An amazing fragrance suddenly filled the air. I could feel my wolf howl in pleasure. What was this? My head snapped to the source of the scent and my eyes widened. There stood a goddess. She had shoulder long brown hair, which begged to be stroked. Her face was breathtakingly perfect. My eyes travelled down her body, only growing hungry for more. 

She must had noticed my stare, because she turned her head in my direction. Our eyes met and the world stood still. I sucked in a breath as I looked into her green magnetic eyes. A happy future with her flashed before my eyes and before I knew it, I stood right in front of her.

'Mate! We've found our mate!' My wolf howled in happiness.
As I stared at her, her eyes wandered over my face and body. She gawked at me and her cheeks turned pink. I couldn't help but smirk as she obviously checked me out. 

I was about to grab her hand to pull her closer, but her face suddenly changed. The dreaming look in her eyes was replaced with fear. She stumbled back, avoiding my touch.

Before I could stop her, she was out of the door.

KRISTEN'S P.O.V.

I wasn't sure why I was running, but I just needed to get away. The way that utterly beautiful man looked at me, made me feel special. Made me feel wanted and loved. That was not a feeling I was used to. 

And the way he ran over to me in inhuman speed, honestly freaked me out. Maybe my eyes were just playing tricks on me, everything seemed so surreal right now. Who was he? Why did he look at me like that, like I was the missing piece to his soul. Like I would complete him.

I could hear the door being slammed open and somebody yelling. My feet picked up their speed and I ran over the parking lot and towards the woods.

After just one minute of sprinting, I stopped. My feet already hurt again. My breathing was ridiculously loud as I leaned against a tree. I heard a footstep and tensed. My feet stumbled away from the three and I looked around. 

Before I knew it, someone threw themselves at me. My scream echoed through woods. But before I hit the ground, the person turned us around in the air, shielding me from the hard fall.

It was him. The beautiful man. I gasped loudly when he gripped my waist, like I would disappear if he let go. I couldn't help but love the way my body was pressed tightly against his. A warmth settled in my stomach as I stared at his absolutely handsome face. He jerked his head to move his messy brown hair away from his eyes. His face was perfectly sculpted, making him look like a Greek god. The most wonderful thing about his face, must had been his full pink lips. 

The lips curved into a grin and I realized I had been caught admiring him. My cheeks heated up with embarrassment and tried to push myself up. But the strong arms around my waist stopped me.

"You're not trying to run again, are you, my love?"

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So what do you think about Emanual? Hot isn't he. The picture is of Andrea Denver

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