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Ch. 4

*Axle's perspective*

"Fuck!" I yelled, tossing the chair into the wall, scattering broken wood everywhere.

I ran my hands through my hair roughly, pacing in my room as my wolf paced in my head.

Peaches and cream. Her damn scent was everywhere, but it was fading. I needed more of it, more of her. Of course she didn't smell disgusting, she smelled intoxicating. I can't think straight with it lingering around me, my thoughts consumed on my little mate.

God she pissed me off when she ran during the mating ceremony. I was fully prepared to punish her and make her submit to her mate, but her stupid puny human lungs scared the shit out of me.

And the sight of her in my shirt... oh my God. A thundering growl ripped through my chest at the thought, my wolf clawing to go to our mate.

A hesitant knock tapped on the door.

"What?!" I yelled. The door cracked open and my omega's head popped through.

"U-uh, I heard you from down the hall sir. Is everything alright? Can I do anything?" His shaky voice would usually amuse me but I paid no attention to it.

"Go get all of our files on the Brooks." He nodded quickly and scampered away, returning momentarily with a thin stack of folders. I sighed. This was going to be difficult.

I raked through every financial statement, every meeting, every recorded detail of their lives. They were extremely careful people, never missing a payment, always attending when needed, very active in the pack, and so on. But finally, after three and a half hours, I found something I could twist the rules on. I smirked with pride and demanded my omega to gather the guards and meet me outside.

We marched to her house. I banged on the door, the Brooks coming to the door. Well, the parents, now knowing of their secret daughter.

"You're under arrest," I growled out through my teeth. I could feel her here and it took everything in me to not claw the house down to find her. My hands balled into fists. "Your rent contract clearly states that no renovations could be made on the property. But," I pointed to the plastic picket fence that surrounded their tiny home, "I guess you don't care about rules, huh? Go with my guards to the court. I'm searching your house for further violations."

The couple were bewildered and stuttering, to which I felt a twitch of guilt. However, nothing would come from it. I just needed her.

They tried to argue and plead but my guards dragged them away. When they were far enough away that it was quiet, I entered the house and shut the door behind me.

I took a sigh of relief, but her scent and our connection had it ending in a low growl.

I followed the feeling, but dead ends were everywhere. It made no sense. I growled loudly in frustration, and I heard a little whimper from below me. A smirk crept across my face, and my movements became slow, teasing.

I calmly walked to the guest bathroom, which looked very used. Opening the doors, I found that one of the linen closets had a false back. The hidden door opened to a tiny basement. Her scent hit me like a train, causing my knees to go weak momentarily.

My little mate's room had only two tiny windows at the top of the walls that were barely above ground. They overlooked to a small garden and had blackout curtains on either sides, ready to hide. Despite the lack of natural light, the entire room was lit up with white Christmas lights. They lined the walls, hung from the ceiling, and wrapped around her bed frame.

I smiled at the bed: small, fluffy, light pink and cream. Just what I would expect. A handful of stuffed animals were thrown on the bed and the concrete floor was almost completely covered with a cream shaggy rug.

I walked around slowly, taking my time to look around as I heard Doe's heart pound so hard I was nervous the little thing would explode.

She knew I was playing with her. "Come out, come out wherever you are," I hummed lightly. From under the bed I heard a tiny squeak. Slowly, so slowly, I bent down to look under the bed. And there she was.

My heart skipped a beat seeing her tiny shaking form curled up in the dark corner, clutching to a stuffed animal for dear life. My jaw clenched,  uncomfortable with the feelings I had for this girl. Sure I was ready for the intense emotions of having a mate, but I associated it more with having the best sex of my life everyday, not this pang to care for her like a child.

I could feel my voice was shaky, so I cleared my throat. "It's me," the words came out roughly. Her eyes snapped to mine and emotions flashed through them so fast it was hard to keep up. However, I think I saw relief, then shock, and now anger.

"You!" She yelled at me. I growled lowly at her disrespect, but she was unphased. "What are you doing here?! Get out!"