Chapter 6 Chapter 6

Alpha Andrew's POV

After mating with the beautiful lady, I wasn't expecting her to collapse on the bed. But she took my rut.

My body hadn't felt better than it felt now. I watched her sleeping on the bed.

My eyes darted to her neck, where I placed my mark on her.

"Oh no! What came over me?" I gasped in the dim light of the room.

In the midst of my sinful glee, I marked her. My lips tasted the soft feel of her skin. Her skin felt so soft and soothing to my touch, and it calmed my body.

I had cum a lot, and now I felt restless, wondering if she would take care of what I discharged.

"You shouldn't have mated with her and marked her! She is human! She cannot be your mate!" Zion growled at the back of my head. His mood enraged.

Ignoring my wolf, I gently positioned the woman to sleep peacefully on the bed.

I will leave before dawn. How do I make her payment? My mind raced as I peered at her face.

"You should leave the check where you think she can find it," Zion replied, despite his gloomy mood.

"A human woman cannot be your mate. Get it, Alpha. The pack will not accept her. You know this is like a death sentence for her if you bring her home." Zion seethed, knowing the implications.

"Got it." I calmly lay back on the bed next to the sleeping woman. Her breathing felt soft against my ears. My eyes watched the rise and fall of her chest as I lay next to her. Her citrus scent welcomed my restless heart. A heart without a mate.

Why can't she be mine? Her body felt so wonderful. And her womanhood pleased me.

The rain slowed, and I knew that I would soon resume my journey.

"Alpha, what time are we leaving?" Steven mind-linked me.

"By 3am. I do not feel the need to go. I want to stay in the arms of the beautiful woman," I replied, my tone laced with selfishness.

"Alpha. You know that's impossible. A human woman cannot be your mate. How is she? Was she able to take your rut?" Steven inquired. His voice was thick with worry for the sleeping beauty next to me.

"How could she not be able to take my rut? It was like my cọck was specially created for her," I replied, my lips curved into a smile. My cọck hardened against the thin fabric of the quilt.

"Thank the moon goddess that you didn't commit murder. I worried for a heartbeat, thinking your cọck already murdered her to death," Steven replied, his tone relaxing. His breathing calmed.

"Fụck off, Steven. How can my cọck commit murder? It's fine. Inform the men to get prepared. We are leaving by 3. It's just midnight now. So enjoy your 3 hours of sleep, and don't worry about your Alpha committing murder," I mind-linked him, and he chuckled.

"Got it, Alpha. Sleep tight," Steven said, before the mind-link ended.

In the dimly lit room, my eyes wandered over the sleeping woman's face. My lips ached to taste her soft, rosy lips that beckoned for me to kiss her.

I shook my head to snap out of relishing those sinful thoughts. A harsh ringing tone jolted me awake.

Hearing a different tone, my mind raced, thinking it was the woman's phone.

I shouldn't pry into her life, but I moved out of the bed, careful not to wake her. She stirred on the bed as my weight lifted.

When I reached for her black handbag on the table, her citrus scent welcomed me once more. I dipped my hand into the open zip, wondering what I would find.

Would I find anything unthinkable in her bag? She was human, and I had learned that most women move about with makeup.

When I dipped my hand into her bag, I pulled out the Android phone and saw 9 missed calls.

As I wanted to end the call, it rang again, and I assumed it was something urgent.

Who could be calling her at this late hour of the night?

The caller was unknown. No name. Just a few digits.

Not wanting to pry into her affairs, I switched off the phone, tossed it into her bag, and moved to the bathroom to freshen up.

The more I inhaled her citrus scent, the less I wanted to part from her. Why do I feel this way? The uneasiness in my chest felt like I was parting from my mate.

When I got back to the room, I began to dress. I had a long trip, especially after shopping for all the essentials that my pack members needed.

The goods were all transported because the human ruler preferred I arrive to seal the business. He grew suspicious that we are not really human. His drones spotted wolves in my pack. But I built more barriers to protect my pack members.

Now, with digital products and the use of AI, it was easy to fool humans into believing the video evidence circulating online was only mere fantasy and not real-life scenarios.

There was no way that I would admit to the reality of my people. But I had to travel with my men to ensure the humans remained in the dark about the existence of werewolves.

Once I finished wearing my clothes, I drew my checkbook and wrote a check of 3 million for the lovely woman.

"I won't be here when you wake, pretty," I whispered to her, watching her sleep like a baby. Her long hair sprawled on the bed, and some strands covered her pretty face.

Standing up from the chair, I put the check under her hand in case anyone comes into the room after my departure.

Taking one last glance at her face, I lay on the bed next to her and drifted to sleep for a short nap.

A few minutes later, my eyes fluttered awake, embracing the sight of the room.

My eyes shifted to stare at the sleeping beauty next to me. She lay on her side, her back turned to me.

Rising from the bed, I searched for the check, knowing that she would lose it before morning.

How could she sleep so carelessly? My hand reached for the check under her breast, and I picked it up, moved out of the bed, and put it in her bag.

"Alpha. Are you awake? Our men are ready to leave," Steven mind-linked me.

"Got it. I am set," I replied coolly, my eyes darting to the sleeping figure once more. She snored softly. Her features trembled on the bed from the cold that blew against her skin.

I moved to shut the window panes and watched her hand pull the sheet to cover herself.

Even though she was asleep, she slept like she was at home in her abode.

Shaking my head, I put on my black boots and threw on my coat. Then I exited the room and met the hotel manager in the hallway.