The Dark Alpha's Sweet Mate

10 "Open the door."

Maverick walked into the cabin that William said he would let him stay in. It was big and spacious inside, with simple furniture. It wasn’t much, but it was a big change from Noble’s cage. William walked in behind him. He walked to the tiny kitchen, opening the cupboards.

“There is nothing in here. If you want anything, you can come to the main house. There is always food in the kitchen,” he said.

Maverick nodded, even though he wasn’t sure he was going to do that. He didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. He could feel the wariness of the wolves that had been in the house when he arrived. Marcus and William were wary too, but they hid it well. It was as if they could sense that something was off with him.

“I’ll leave you to rest. Please don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything,” William said, stepping close to him. He placed his hand on his shoulder. “Our experiences might not be the same. But I understand how you might be feeling.”

Maverick stared at him. He doubted William understood how he felt. He was confused and felt disoriented, like he had lost some important information. He felt agitated like things would fall apart if he didn’t get that information back, but Maverick figured the feeling had to do with the fact that he didn’t know where his mate was. Or how to get to her. He balled his hands into fists at his sides as the agitation intensified within him. He had looked for his mate’s face amongst the females he had met in the main house in the hopes that he might find her just like she appeared in Noble’s labs. That was a miracle in itself. But now it felt like she never existed.

William gave him a pat on the shoulder and then walked to the door.

“Thank you,” he said as William walked out of the cabin. He closed the door behind him. Maverick stared at it for a few seconds, and then turned to the bed that sat in the corner. He walked to it, and lay down. He stared at the wooden beams that made up the ceiling.

“Maybe it was a dream,” Maverick said to the empty cabin. He closed his eyes, and as if on cue, the words from the male who worked at the clinic rushed through his mind again, cementing the thought that she might have been a dream to him.

“I don’t think whoever you’re looking for is your mate, since it’s not possible for us to have mates.”

It’s not possible for him to have a mate. Was that true?

He wasn’t a werewolf anymore. Maybe it was true.

Maverick opened his eyes, and raised his hand. He stared at the black claws tipping his fingers. He was so far from being a werewolf. He didn't know what he was.

He had to find out what he was, he thought. And the only person who seemed to know was the male at that clinic. But he resented his presence the minute he woke up. The male didn't want him anywhere close by. He told him in no uncertain terms that he should leave.

He didn't want him there.

He said Maverick would bring trouble upon them.What kind of trouble?

He sighed, feeling deeply confused. All he wanted was to find his mate.

Maverick closed his eyes again, feeling a little tired. He sighed, turning to his side. His body sank into the mattress as sleep took over his mind.

“He’ll sleep for a few minutes,” he told himself. Sleep dulled his senses to the point that he realized too late that the darkness he was afraid of was creeping in to take over his whole body.

Wyrd, no, he screamed at his wolf but it was already taking control of his body. He pushed him into the abyss where he felt or heard nothing. Maverick pushed at his wolf or whatever it was now, but he couldn’t make him budge.

Wyrd stood up from the bed. He looked around him, confused for a minute about where he was. He walked to the door and opened it.

“Mate,” he said. His voice wasn’t as rough as before. He will get better at speaking. He stared at the darkness surrounding the area. Trees bordered a lot of land that had cabins taking up most of the space. He sniffed the air, and then shot out through the night following an invisible trail only he could see. He ran through the forest, sniffing the air every now and then, until he came to a stop in front of a small cabin. This cabin was different from the one he came from, which meant that he was on a different pack’s land. He looked around him as he got closer to the cabin. The scent that he followed was stronger here. He sniffed, taking it into his lungs.

“Mate,” he groaned, getting closer. The lights were off in the cabin. But he knew she was in there. He could hear her heartbeat, beating slow and steady. Wyrd stared at the door. He wanted to go inside. He wanted to see his mate again. It has been so long. He thought he had lost her. But through his extremely heightened senses, he somehow followed her here. He didn’t even know how he did it. He followed his heart’s desire. And there was nothing he desired most than his mate. And as if by magic, a wispy trail appeared right before his eyes, and he followed it. But then he was hit by the car, dislodging his hold on Maverick’s body. He’d settled in his body for hours, waiting for the minute he would let his guard down and he could push through and take control again.

Maverick thought that Wyrd didn’t understand stand him. But he understood him very well. It was just him who didn’t understand him. He was scared of him. And because of his fear, he pushed him into the abyss that stifled and robbed him of his voice. He didn’t feel like he was part of him anymore. That’s why he was taking control. He was going to claim his mate for himself.

He walked to the door, and then paused as he reached for the door handle.

“Don’t come any closer,” he heard her suddenly say through the door. Her voice was soft and sweet. It washed over him, making him step closer to the door. He paused as she spoke again. “Please. I am not ready to see you. Not yet.”

“Open the door,” he commanded, his desire to see her heightened.