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His Unwanted Mate

"I don't want your love or anything from you, Anya," he flatly said. I smiled bitterly and bowed my head; tears started streaming down my face. "I know Marcus, I know because I'm your unwanted mate." --- Anya Lynx Collins has always wished to find his mate. She promised herself that she would do everything for him to love her, and only her if she finds him. One day Anya's wish came true. She found her other half, and it was Marcus Cepheus Kingsley, the Alpha of the Dark Hound Pack, but unfortunately, Marcus Cepheus Kingsley was a heartless demon that doesn't want anything, even a mate. Entangled with a person from the past. Dangers and confusions were everywhere. How will their relationship turn out?
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Chapter 3

Anya's Point of View

I suddenly woke up hearing the alarm rang. Why did I dream of the first time I met Marcus? I remember it was a sunny day. I went to Blue Moon packhouse, clasping my book to my chest while sauntering around the street. 

Atella was acting strange that day. I remember preparing food for Candice and Blake and decided to run. I was alone in the forest, enjoying the wind brushing in my skin, then the smell of chocolate with the touch of cinnamon filled my nose. When I opened my eyes. A gray wolf with a beautiful pair of blue eyes was in front of me, looking at me intently.

It was the day I found my mate. My other half and my destined lifetime partner, Marcus Cepheus Kingsley. I heaved a sigh and got up. I picked the towel and went inside the bathroom.

"Good morning, Anya," Atella wolf greeted me.

"Morning!" I replied while yawning. I got into the shower and turned the dial on. I let the warm waterfall on my body and closed my eyes. It was another day for me to hope for our relationship to get better. After showering, I went out and pick denim shorts and an oversize shirt. I was planning on picking the flowers in the garden later.

I got down and walked towards the kitchen when I heard loud crashing sounds. I felt my nervousness rose and hurriedly went inside. 

"Fucking hell!" Marcus angrily cursed. The first question I wanted to ask was, what happened? But I'm too scared to speak up, knowing he was raging in anger. I glanced around and saw Arnold. I breathed a sigh of relief and spoke.

"What happened?" I worriedly asked. I don't know, but I felt like it had something to do with their operation yesterday. The rogues that Arnold was talking about. I didn't get a reply, and Marcus kept throwing the plates and glasses on the wall.

"What happened, Arnold?" I asked him once again. He was the only one who could answer my question right now. I badly wanted to know what's happening. Marcus may not treat me as his mate, but it was my right to know the current situation as the pack's unofficial Luna.

"The rogues suddenly knew we were going to attack their base, and they escaped, "Arnold said. When I looked at Marcus, he had a dark expression on his face like he wanted to kill someone. 

"It's impossible in the first place because only the warriors of our pack knew the raid, and before leaving, the intel told us that they were still on their base and they weren't planning on leaving anytime soon," Arnold said with a creased forehead. 

"Marcus," I called his name and walked to him slowly. I held his hand and squeezed it. Mates have a bond, and it could help them by soothing their anger, but for us who haven't mated yet, it was weak, yet it worked. How did the rogues know that we were going to attack?

"Call the allied pack, Arnold," Marcus ordered. "Tell Joseph of the Silver Moon pack that I need their help. There might be someone behind this, and Damien may be the key. Investigate the inside, I want him or her, dead," he added. 

I know Marcus won't tell his sister about Damien as long as he doesn't have the proof. It was for Candice's safety. Arnold nodded his head and excused himself. If I heard him right, there might be a snitch left on the pack. Marcus looked at me and what he said surprised me. 

"I want you now, Anya," he huskily said and pulled by my waist. I couldn't believe he wanted to do it again, but I admit that he sounds so damn sexy while calling my name. I gulped and closed my eyes when I saw him leaned forward. I waited for his kiss, and it happened. For the first time, he wasn't in a hurry. It was deep and needy. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Ahem," I opened my eyes and saw Arnold standing on the door while scratching the back of his neck. Marcus glared at him.

"What!?" he asked, irritated. 

"Alpha Joseph said he would go here tomorrow," Arnold said. Marcus's only response was the nodding of his head. We went out of the kitchen, dragging me back upstairs where his room was located. We got inside, and he locked the door behind him.

"Now they won't disturb us here, again," he seriously said and kissed me again. My eyes widened when he carried me to his bed. He took off his clothes and began showering my face with little kisses. I don't know what to door to think anymore. He's good to me one minute, and then he will suddenly change and ignore my existence as his mate. Am I selfish for wanting his love so bad?

"You are mine, Anya. Mine alone," he whispered in my ear while he was tracing my body with his fingers. I don't know what to feel. His words brought both pains and hope to me. 

What am I really to you, Marcus?

Those were the words I long to ask him, but instead of speaking, I closed my eyes again, embracing the warmth he was giving me. As much as I can, I decided to put all my love into him until the day I couldn't love him anymore. 

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