My Destined Werewolf Mate

Heading out of Eva's apartment with the eloquence of satisfaction, Clara was walking towards the direction on her way back home humming a mellow tune. Her mind was filled with several thoughts but watching both Zeus and Eva happy together after such a harsh torment was finally giving her inner peace. But after marching a few steps ahead, all of a sudden her eyes locked on a surprising sight halting her motion immediately. 

Leaning his back against a giant white tinted wall a few meters apart from the apartment, Czar was smoking a cigarette fixing his dark glum eyes at the blue summer sky. A mild breeze was wavering down the neighborhood which was flinging his brown hair bangs curled over his forehead. Without even doing anything, his simple aura seemed magnificently handsome. 

"Master?" Impatiently, she rushed towards him hastily with a small simper unknowingly appearing on her face. She was happy to find him but didn't realize it herself. "What are you doing here? You didn't leave?"

"I was waiting for you," a short cold response emitted back from him as he shifted his gaze towards her blowing out a puff of smoke. 

"Wh-Why?"

"Let's go for a drive. I brought some chilled beers." He murmured with a kind smile on his face averting his eyes down. The gaze in his eyes seemed much darker filled with unknown blues. Clara could evidently understand he wanted her to accompany him in his tough time and it was his indirect method to ask for it.

Tenderly nodding her head in approval, she responded.

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Sitting next to him inside the magnificent black Rolls Royce, Clara glanced at Czar softly while he was focussed on driving himself. An awkward silence was persisting between them. She knew it well that he didn't like to drive himself but watching him all quiet and numb, she was fidgeting in anticipation. Sneakily, she was stealing glances at him while he seemed unbothered.

"Umm, well, master...shouldn't I be driving the car for you?" Perplexedly, she tried to communicate first.

"That's fine."

"But--"

"Today I am not bringing you up with me as my slave... You...will be my escort." A deep sonorous voice escaped from the edge of his lips as he gripped the steering wheel tight.

Spellbound, Clara quietly apprehended his verdict glancing at his stern face. She didn't intend to bother him with further explanations but couldn't suppress her query about the venue.

"Then...where are we going?"

"You will see it soon." He whispered back.

......

Groping the shimmering crystalline glass of scotch sitting inside the sumptuous bar alone, Ivory had a solemn expression on her face glancing at the screen of her phone. Her brownish wavy hair was curled down her shoulder and she was dressed up in a white, side slit gown wearing long white heels. However, her dark, intense eyes seemed much frigid as she gulped the entire drink in one go. A melancholic piece of melody was playing in the background of the peaceful ambiance with a few other people enjoying their drinks. 

Her dark eyes gawked at a message that was flashed on her screen. 

"Zeus is safe and sound. He is happy right now. You don't have to bother him anymore with your presence, let him enjoy this blissful time with his beloved one after such a hassle. 

Reflect on the true bitter words that I have spoken to you, Ivory. Eventually, you have to let go of someone who never belonged to you from the very start. It's too hard...but not impossible.

-Czar."

...

"That annoying brat! Who the heck is he to command my emotions? I...I want to rip out his annoying tongue! What does he even know about my feelings? Has he ever loved someone so much? All he did for his whole life was...fooling around with maidens! How the heck he would understand me?" Grumbling by herself, she hastily poured some drink on her glass looking quite agitated. Gritting her jowls, she gulped the whole drink again, flipping her phone on the table. 

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"IS IT YOU!?"

All of a sudden, hearing a loud jubilant voice just behind her, she quietly sneaked a glance back looking pretty annoyed. Immediately her eyeballs swirled in shock to watch Eric groomed up quite handsomely, standing right behind her. 

"What the fuck? This punk is here too?" Wondering inside, she gasped out a deep sigh of frustration.

"Oh...Oh my gosh! I can't believe it! This is...purely fate!! I can't believe I am finding you right here before my eyes when I didn't even search for you! I...I was feeling a bit down so I decided to come here for a drink but...gosh! What a beautiful coincidence!" Rushing towards her table, he hurriedly grabbed the seat opposite to her sounding quite delighted. 

Already irritated with his interference, Ivory decided to leave the place at once but the ambiance was quite soothing. Moreover, it was her favorite unique scotch as well as her favorite bar. The bottle was still half-filled and she was in desperate need of a drink to calm down her intense worries. 

"A pretty goddess like you shouldn't be drinking here alone. Should I join you for a drink?" He tried to grope the bottle with his fingertips but immediately she shoved his arm away, gnashing her jowls at him. 

"Don't you dare touch my drink! Don't ruin my peaceful time here...just...go away..." She sounded very gruff glaring at him invincibly. 

"Ohh, okay." Eric seemed a bit anxious watching her getting hyped up already. He could understand that she was pretty sensitive at that moment. 

"Well...you do seem a bit worried today...Did something happen?" Frowning his face, he inquired quite politely.

Slamming her hand hard on the table, she turned her fierce glare towards him. "Why are you always bothering me everywhere I go? Who the heck are you? And...why are you concerned if I am worried or not! What do you want from me?" She growled out in a dense voice.

Sitting quietly for a few seconds, fidgeting on his own he lifted his chin up looking deeply at her wide almond-shaped frowning eyes. "Do I...need to be straightforward with you?" He asked timidly. 

"What?"

"I...like you." Taking a huff of breath out, he declaimed in a bold, loud voice gawking intensely into her eyes. 

"What!?" Swirling her pupils wider in shock, she was almost about to spill her drink as soon as he dropped the unexpected revelation. "What did you say?" 

"I don't know why and how this happened...But...from the first day, I saw you...the moment our eyes locked with each other, my heart was pounding like crazy as if I was getting a heart attack! A spark ignited inside my core which I have never felt towards any woman in my entire life...not even towards my first love! I don't know your name...I don't know anything about you but...I couldn't stop thinking about you. That's the reason I started seeking for you helplessly just so that...I could see you again...but not today! This is indeed a beautiful coincidence which I still can't believe... 

But...

I...I really like you so much..." Blabbering out in one breath, he huffed out perplexedly gulping some water from the glass placed on the table, loosening his necktie. He seemed extremely nervous with the confession but somehow managed to let his emotions outflow. 

Ivory seemed spellbound, numb and shocked with his confession sitting like a statue gawking at him in awe. For a moment she forgot to blink her long eyelashes and watched him fidgeting anxiously after spilling his inner turmoils out. 

"This human is...absolutely...crazy..." She mumbled inside her mind, gulping the scotch fretfully. 

...

A giant wide sumptuously crafted room with crystalline glass floor was stained with thick gore black blood droplets in several spots. The room was partially dark and a dim yellowish chandelier was illuminating only the center portion of the room. At the edge of the room in the dark beside the two giant glass fenestrations, a tall man groomed up with a blue suit was sitting upon a magnificent cushioned chair, tapping his feet on the floor. Beside him, two tall, giant muscular men were standing still amidst the darkness. They seemed to be bodyguards of the man sitting slackly on the seat. 

Just below the chandelier over the blood-stained floor with both his arms were tightly restrained behind with a metallic chain, his bare upper body was covered in severe black blood and bruises, Beck was lying down on the floor panting heavily. He seemed to be brutally abused with fresh black blood spilling down the corner of his lips. 

"Have...Have mercy...on me...Master... Please...Please let me live... Please...I beg of you..." Moaning in pain, he pleaded in a husky voice glancing at the person who was seated in the dark. 

But the person still sat all slackly for a few seconds glaring straight at him. Slowly, he lifted his right arm, and with a sharp flick between his fingers, he indicated those two men behind him to approach Beck. 

"Please wait...MASTER!!" 

As they were about to approach him, a sharp shrilling palpitated feminine voice from the doorstep of the giant room averted halted their motion.