Page 14 of His Wild Mate

“Emmett?”

“Sorry, I wasn't talking to you. She's just scared, and I'm going to protect her.”

“I thought you were going to take care of things, as in put her down.”

“Yeah, well, things changed. I don't want to get into it right now. I'm just calling to warn you that I'm not coming home tonight. I'm going to be sleeping out here.”

“Did you bring supplies?”

“No, but I can manage for one night. I'll hunt our dinner.”

He laughed. “When was the last time you hunted food, Em?”

“Shut up.”

Will gasped, and his eyes widened.

“Did you just tell the Alpha to shut up? You have a death wish, don't you?”

I rolled my eyes. “I'm taking her home with me in the morning.”

“That's not a good idea.”

“It's the only idea. Would you just trust me on this? And she's still in heat. I need you to put out an Alpha order that no one touches her. No one. You hear me?”

“Tell me why I would do that.”

“Because she damn near killed Brady and messed up a couple of the other guys too. And she's my one true mate.”

Paige

Chapter 4

He just told his Alpha that I'm his true mate.

Who the hell was this guy? I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I didn't know why I was trusting him or following him home like a damn puppy dog. I'd lived my whole life careful to avoid males. I hated what I had to do to survive, but it was necessary.

And once he knew the truth about all I'd done, there was no way he'd want me for a mate.

I wasn't proud of it, but I was a survivor. Right now, I was confused, and I felt horrible for hurting those men. It wasn't their fault.

I was cursed. It ran in my family line. Just like human girls got a period every month, I went into heat. It started when I was just eleven years old. That wasn't the worst of it though. My mother called me a cursed witch, a siren.

When I went into heat, it called men to me. Some thought I did it on purpose. I didn't. This wasn't something I could control, and according to my family, the only way I could break the curse was to a take a mate.

I shuddered thinking back to my thirteenth birthday, the night I ran away from my family and all they were trying to force me to do, the night I killed my first man.

I didn't want to think about it, couldn't dwell on it. What was done was done. If I let myself think too hard about it, I would spiral into a dark depression. But everything I had done was to survive this cruel world I was born into.

It wasn't my fault, or at least that's what I tried to tell myself.

This wasn't a good idea, staying with him, letting him take me home. I knew it was a mistake, but there was something about this male. He made me feel safe in a way I have never felt in my entire life. Didn't I owe it to myself to find out why?

Even if it meant only a month of peace and solid sleep without fear of being attacked, then it was worth it. And if he really could provide some food, that would be even better.

The ironic part of it all was that I chose to live in my wolf because I knew I could fight them off better this way. But I hated eating raw meat. It made me want to gag, and that was a problem living out here in the wilderness in my fur.

I knew I was losing far too much weight this time, but I'd taken off a few days before my cycle was to begin. Which meant I hadn't eaten more than grass and plants for about ten days now. I had wanted to get as far away from civilization as possible. And yet, they still found me.

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