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CHAPTER FOUR

"Why would I be happy"  Bitterness laced his tone and Salome felt her heart break easily from his words

This wasn't her picture perfect way of meeting her mate, it all went south and took an awfully dark and bleak turn that caught Salome by surprised.

"Then reject me" She said quietly, almost inaudible as she felt her strong demeanor wavering and a tear ran down the side of her face

"And have to suffer the repercussions of loosing my mate? I can't deal with a lovesick wolf inside of me howling for his mate and you know you can't either, we are tied to each other the second we laid eyes on one another" Heize said as he walked away from her, going up the stairs and soon, a door was heard being open and closed

"Salome, I'm sorry-"

"It's okay, and he's right, I'll waste away if me and him aren't together, and I'm the second born, my parents would force me to be with him so I don't get sick or weaker" Salome said as she wiped her tears away

Yena unexpectedly pulled her into a hug, making Salome freeze in her spot for a second but hugged the older girl back.

"Don't listen to him, he wasn't always like this and I don't know what has gotten to him lately" Yena said as she patted her back comfortingly

"Thank you"

"Don't worry, he'll come around, he always does"

-HEIZE's POV

Her sweet scent was what caught me first once I walked through those doors, and then I knew that she was the one.

My eyes locked on her, as she radiated the entire room with her presence, that dress draping and clinging onto her body like a glove, it grew harder for me to turn away.

She danced with another man, and I could sense her uncomfortableness, and my wolf started to growl in Jealousy, whilst I was worried in some way for her.

My worry grew even more when I see her trying to fight him off her and ultimately able to push him away, along with slapping him.

"What about ripping your throat out didn't you understand? Alexander" A threatening growl erupted from her mouth and My wolf was filled with proudness seeing her like that

It was like my feet had a mind of their own, my wolf howling louder and louder the closer we got to her but the howling turned into growling once we seen that man raise his hand at her.

I grabbed it and broke it effortlessly in my hands, and I could see her just gawk at me, she knew what I was to her.

I tried my hardest not to scare her away but my wolf was itching to kill this man, and I found myself trying to figure out why I was even doing this for her.

Ever since I was a child, love was something that only came to the worthy, mates were for the weak and death came to the lucky.

Sick way of my father to ensure that I was just anything but those things.

I knew she'd be my weakness and I didn't need that, I never wanted that, rejecting my mate was always part of my picture perfect way of getting this done but why couldn't I do this with her?

"Noona, take her out of here" I ordered my sister as she did so quickly and I was face to face with Alexander

"You can't take her, she's my sister" The curly haired man protested as he let go of Alexander and tried to go after the girl but his blonde hair friend held him back

"Mariano, She's his mate, nothing will happen to her" The man said and Mariano only looked shocked, looking back at me and Alexander

I assumed Alexander felt threatened, because he was quick to shift into his wolf, whilst I just stayed in my human form.

He growled lowly at me, and snapped his teeth at me, but I grabbed the wolf's large head into my hands and threw him across the room

The guest all made space for the both of us, probably eager to see this spectacle, this soon to be bloody show.

He charged at me and I ran across him, my grip on one of his legs and twisted it in a way that made them bleed.

He didn't budge but swipe at my arm with his big paw, ripping only the fabric of my suit.

I growled lowly and grabbed him by his throat, slamming the wolf down onto the floor and kept him there.

"Shift back" I ordered and he resisted, yet again snapping at me with his sharp teeth

"Shift back or else" I threatened one last time, slamming his head onto the floor repeatedly, a commanding roar erupted from my mouth and the room shook

He finally submitted to me and shifted back, as I threw my fist back and dove straight onto his face.

My vision turned red and I felt my wolf take charge of my entire body. Blood was on my face and hands, as he struggled to get me off of him, and everyone was too scared to do anything.

I stopped until he croaked the words "I'm sorry, alpha" a since of humility and embarrassment lace his tone and I then snapped out of my rage

"You're sister will stay with me for the time being, and I advise you to tell your friend to keep his hands to his side next time" I said to Mariano once I got off the damn near dead Alexander, my hands wiping themselves onto my blazer 

People stepped away from me, making a clear path as I walked out of the ballroom, most of them starring at me in awe and some in fear.

But I know that fear will soon turn into something else, now that everyone knows I've found my mate, they found my weakness and I know this isn't the first fight I'd get in because of her.

I couldn't have that, I didn't want to be like my father and inherent just as much enemies as he had when he was ruling our pack, having to rip apart packs to stop them from trying to hurt ours.

He always said that he did those things because of his mate, and children, their lives becoming his weakness to the point where he had to exterminate any possible threat to them.

My father died with a guilty conscience and He didn't want me to be like him, for me to have a weakness that can allow people to toy with.

Guilt was for the weak, he would say all through my childhood.

We weren't always like this, in the beginning of the Horang pack, we were a small and low ranked pack in korea but my great-great grandfather grew his pack and the more the pack grew, the higher we got in rankings, and the more enemies we gained, those enemy packs soon becoming ours at the end of each battle.

The thirst for victory and bloodshed was in our blood since then, passing through heir to heir, and i was no different to them.