Chapter 14:- Rescuing my young mate

I felt great rage seeing that shit touches my mate.

Instantly, I ran to protect her pulling the drunkard off by his neck.

My mate cried, terrified.

Seeing her in such way. I squeezed the bitch neck, tightly, in great anger.

“Please,” the drunkard begged for his life.

I held his throat, even more, tighter; not fucking care what he says.

He deserves to feel the strong pain I felt; seeing my beautiful mate cried, scared. I sink my fingers around his throat. He pushed out his tongue; trying to breathe. His eyes rolled over and his body shakes; fighting to breathe.

“No, Liam, please,” I heard my mate; begging for the bitch who had tried to hurt her or rape her, I thought angrily.

My blood boiled with anger; thinking about him forcing himself between her thigh and trying to fuck her.

My fucking mate. My chosen mate.

My fingers sink into the flesh of his neck, leaving marks and stained made by his blood on his skin. As I continue to choke his life out of him.

My dark eyes open surprisingly feeling the warmth of my mate as she wrapped her hands around my neck from behind; wanting me to stop.

I watched her sideways surprisingly wanting to know why she had chosen to save this man's life. Why? I kept on thinking.

More thoughts filled my mind. About her being the only survivor of my brother's pack and being informed by one of my trackers that she could be the killer. It was hard to think of her being a murderer when she seems so weak. And now her pleading for man life who wanted to hurt her. I will never believe she was the cold-blooded killer who killed her entire pack and her leader.

It' was hard to unhand the bitch; constantly thinking about my innocent mate; who seems as if her heart was made of gold.

Eager to save the man's life she pressed her soft face against the side of my face; allowing me to feel her smooth skin and her tears against my face. My body felt comforted by her touch; feeling a great warmth within me.

“No, no,” she said softly; allowing her sweet breath to brush against my face like a soothing soft wind.

I felt my anger started to disappear.

I felt my hand moved away slowly from the man's neck; lost in the beauty of her face.

She quickly moved her body away from me the moment the man ran for his life.

I glance at the bitch; wishing he was breathless.

I turned to my beautiful mate. While anger started to take over my body again; staring into her innocent ocean eyes.

“He almost!” I shouted at her.

I wanted to finish what I was about to say, but she was so scared her body jumped, terrified.

I stared at her; wanting to know why she stopped me from hurting the bastard after he wanted to hurt her.

I wanted to shout and scold her for not allowing me to kill him, but her beauty made me speechless and took every anger that was within me.

She stood silently away from me. Her tall beautiful blue dress moved slowly by the wind as we both stand silently within the red road; lost in each other eyes. I loved the dress she was in. It didn't show her curvy body too much. I wanted to be the only one who knew how fucking sexy she was. Her blue eyes were even more beautiful in her new dress. I moved my head now staring into her hair. I almost smiled seeing the beautiful, blue, sparkle rose she had in her hair, but I tried not to let her know how attractive I was to her.

Desperately wanting to be close to her, I felt my foot move until I was close to her; pulling her into my arms; wanting her body to be next to me.

Still terrified of me. She pushed herself backward trying to get away from me and missed a step. Falling onto the red road; ruining her new dress.

Quickly, I pulled her up; pulling her body close to mine. Allowing her large breast to rest against my chest. She stared into my eyes and turned her head aside still terrified of me.

Wanting to see if she was hurt. I look down at her hands. My eyes widen with rage. Seeing bruises on her small hands. I gently run my right hand across it; hated seeing it.

Her body jumped frighteningly in pain. Too seeing she was hurt.

“Hah,” she cried out; grimacing her face in pain. While I kept on touching the bruises.

Not being able to bear the pain, she pulled her hand away from me.

“You need, help,” I told her.

“No,” she answered me angrily.

I stood staring at her realizing she was a stubborn wolf and no matter what I say to her she will keep on turning me down.

She stared at me angrily, with her cute face. I wanted to laugh out for no matter what she did with her face she was even more beautiful.

My stubborn mate went over to her shopping back; taking them up.

I continued to watch her until she was through doing so.

I went over to her and swoop her into my arms; wanting to carry her somewhere in treating the bruises on her hands.

“Put me down,” she tried to fight herself away out of my arms.

I growled at her; wanting her to stop.

She quickly rests her head on my robust arms, and laid still, obeying me; while I carried her to my mom's house.

Her house was not too far.

As I carried her I glance at her of every step I made; enjoyed holding her within my arms.

She watches frighteningly where I was taking her. I started to wish I knew whatever she was thinking.

Finally, we had reached. Ros and Rosa; my mom's godchildren ran around the house playing; as I got close to the house. My mate watched them, surprisingly within my arms. I wanted her to feel comfortable here; so I could have a look at her.

I knock the door.

My mom had greeted me; happy to see I was home. Her eyes widen surprisingly seeing I was not alone.

My mother knew Paisley wasn't my mate, still, she loved her as her daughter-in-law. Her seeing me with a beautiful she-wolf, she quickly allowed me inside wanting to know who she was. For she knew one day. I will have to find my true mate. My chosen mate. Even though she wishes that day will never happen

She examines my mate carefully within my arms and realized she was hurt.

“Place her to sit on a couch,” she instructed me to.

“What is wrong with her?” she inquired me.

I informed her of what had happened.

My mom, Jennifer quickly exit the living room in search of some ointment to rub onto her hand.

I kept an eye on my mate; while she sat on the couch.

Jennifer had returned.

She went over to my mate.

“Give me your hand?” she instructed her.

My stubborn mate refused to listen to her.

“I won't hurt you,” my mom told her, but still she refused to listen. about to exit the room.

I held her preventing her from escaping.

My mate turned around angrily reaching out for my hand to bite me.

I had no choice but to grab her by her neck and held her with my teeth preventing her from no longer making any movement. Holding her close to my body; by her waist.

“Hmm,” she made a soft moan; wanting me to let her go.

Jennifer quickly places the cream onto her injured hand.

My mom took notice that she was a wild wolf as I saw curiosity dances with her eyes wanting to know who she is and why she was with me.

Finally, I had let her go.

I saw nothing but rage within her eyes. My mate was angry as hell.

I could see she was tired of being pushed around. As I was about to spoke to her Jennifer spoke to her.

“Calm down!” she said to my mate.

My mate refused to listen to her and growled.

Suddenly one of the twins ran into the room, worriedly. Wanting to know what was happening.

I turned my attention back to my mate and saw tears filled her eyes.

I almost cried seeing her in so much pain. She was hurt and broken.

I saw her eyes slowly about to close. I quickly and catch her in my arms.

“I'm sorry babe, I'll never let anyone hurt you,” I said; loud enough for my mom to hear.

“What!” she said frighteningly; now finding out that she was my mate.

I hated she had to find out that way, but as a werewolf, she had to expect it to happen.



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