In that precise moment, Serena, the woman who should be his mate in this intricate dance of life, strides into the room with an aura of wrath engulfing her visage. Her cheeks are flushed crimson, a telltale sign of her boiling anger, as her piercing eyes lock onto his own. However, her tirade is abruptly halted as the door to the main room swings open, unveiling the arrival of a young man who saunters in with a displeased countenance etched upon his features.
"My deepest apologies, Alpha, my lady. Luna Granger insisted," the interloper remarks, his voice laden with an irritable tone. Serena glares at him with unbridled fury, her gaze searing into his very soul.
"What business do you have with her?" she hisses through clenched teeth, her voice dripping with suppressed rage. He stares back at her, unyielding and unwavering.
In an impulsive act, she seizes him by his tie, tugging him closer until their lips momentarily brush against one another, only to abruptly sever the connection.
"Do you comprehend, you wretched human? He does not want you" Serena growls menacingly, swiftly transitioning from anger to an unsettling sweetness. She casts a saccharine smile in his direction. "Isn't that right, my love?"
Yet, he turns away without a hint of acknowledgement, choosing to divert his attention back to his duckling.
"Serena, it is a pleasure to see you gracing us with your presence," he utters, a subtle smile adorning his countenance. "However, I must insist that you vacate the main residence. Gather your belongings from my room, for there awaits a room for you in the pack house." His voice resonates with an unnerving calmness, challenging belief in its authenticity.
"But, daddy... it is not you speaking, but rather your feral instincts," she retorts, her dissatisfaction evident as she pouts and futilely attempts to clasp his shoulder, only to be rebuffed.
His eyes darken, assuming an ominous hue. "Leave my house and into the pack house, or you shall find yourself searching for another pack!" His words erupt with a surge of unrestrained fury as he stands and gazes intently at her, seizing her by the neck.
Her eyes widen in astonishment. She had braced herself for his anger, but the notion of him threatening her in such a manner had never crossed her mind. He has always coddled her, ensuring her happiness without ever raising his voice. Until now. Her trembling hands reach for his own, yet he remains resolute, tightening his grip around her delicate neck.
"Speak another word, and you find death" he snarls, his transformation into an entirely different entity complete. Tremors course through Serena's form, rendering her incapable of any further protest. Silently, she withdraws, closing the door behind her. Moments later, the resounding echo of Serena's scream reverberates through the expansive halls of the house. "I will be back!"
For a brief, fleeting moment, the entire room seemed to forget the presence of the little duckling, who sat there in stunned silence. Slowly, he approached her, his gaze filled with a peculiar mixture of bewilderment and concern. His mouth opened as if to speak, yet no words escaped. Surveying the room, he noticed a swift exodus of onlookers, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Sinking back onto the sofa, he fixed his gaze on a distant point, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions.
"I'm sorry" he finally managed to utter, his voice heavy with remorse. "You are my mate, and yet I have treated you so poorly. But I swear, from this moment forward, everything will change."
Time seemed to stand still as she remained motionless, her silence speaking volumes. Sensing an opportunity, he leaned in to kiss her, but she stiffened, trembling with fear. She recoiled from his touch, unable to find her voice, let alone reciprocate his affection.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tinged with helplessness. "I couldn't resist the overwhelming desire within me."
With a gentle touch, he guided her hand to his chest, locking eyes with her as he did so. In those tear-filled eyes, he glimpsed the pain she tried so desperately to conceal. "Please, find it in your heart to forgive me," he implored.
Seeking another approach, he spoke with heartfelt sincerity. "Rest assured, the day will come when we will be together, all I want is to make you happy" Yet, she remained silent, her gaze fixed upon him.
"you can touch me," she offered, her vulnerability laid bare. In response, he held her tightly in his embrace.
Carrying her in his arms, he led her to a different room, a realm that diverged greatly from her cramped quarters. Here, a sense of warmth and rustic charm permeated the space, with a vaulted ceiling adorned by dark wooden beams intermingled with elegant white panels. A stone fireplace graced the left wall, its fiery glow painting the scene with warmth on chilly evenings. Generously sized windows welcomed the gentle caress of natural light, framed by curtains adorned with intricate patterns, offering tantalizing glimpses of the outside world. Placing her delicately upon a sumptuous bed, adorned with plump pillows and a striped comforter, he ensured her comfort took center stage.
Curiosity danced in her eyes as she surveyed her new surroundings, uncertain of her place within this foreign domain. Sensing her hesitation, he gently propped a large pillow behind her, settling himself beside her. "You look more tired than you realize," he remarked, his voice tender and understanding. She nodded in agreement, nestling beneath the cozy blankets, her head resting upon the armrest.
As she drifted into slumber, he watched over her, a warm smile playing upon his lips. After a moment of hesitation, he settled himself beside her, drawing her close and wrapping his arm protectively around her. He lay there beside her for hours, motionless, scarcely sleeping, for her intoxicating scent held him captive. Every soft sigh that escaped her parted lips ignited a fire within him, sending shivers cascading down his spine. His lips, hot against her smooth skin, formed a single whispered mantra: "Mine, mine, mine..."