Axel's POV "What the actual fuck just happened?" I growled, pushing myself to my feet. "Well, isn't it obvious? She's our mate, dumbass." Atticus rolled his eyes and started walking towards the room Everett was staying in. "No fucking shit, Atticus. I mean, why the hell did she just run away from us?" I said as we walked into Everett's room. Atticus let out a loud laugh as he walked towards Everett's unconscious body. "Well, it looks like our little mate is quite the killer." He put his hands on Everett's chest and pumped some magic into him. Just enough to make him wake up faster. "Uhh, what happened?" Everett groaned, sitting up and against the headboard. "You let our mate go, man." I gritted out. I was beyond pissed right now. Not only am I going to have to share her with these two fuckers, but she also seems to not want to be with any of us. "And I thought you said she was human!" He looked at me confused. "She is..." "Apparently not. She snapped your neck and threw me through the air as she made her escape." "So...she's a witch then." Atticus smiled smugly at us. He thinks that just because they're the same species, that makes them closer by default. "How did you even find this chick?" I asked, steering us back on track. "She was at the bar down the road. She looked like she was drugged up by the looks of it, so I brought her back here. Everything was fine until...oh, shit...until I took the phone call with you guys." He said looking guilty. I sighed, "Of course, she could fucking hear the phone call." I looked over to a dress on the floor. "Is that hers?" I nodded my head to the fabric. "Uhh yeah. I went and got her some fresh clothes today so she could change. Why?" I walked over and picked up the skimpy dress. "Fucking hell. Is this a tank top?" I exclaimed holding the small fabric up. I heard the other guys laugh as I brought the dress to my nose. "I smell another human on it....and, blood." I scrunched up my face, wondering why that was. "Huh, that's strange. We can use the dress to track her." Everett said, looking like a lost pup. I snorted a laugh, "Obviously. We'll start tracking her once you're healed enough." I looked over at Everett and squinted my eyes. "How did she even get close enough without you noticing?" I pointed to his neck that was progressively healing. He opened his mouth a few times, slightly blushing as I narrowed my eyes further. "Uhh, well, she sort of kissed me...and I might have gotten distracted a bit." "Lucky bastard," Atticus grumbled, casting a few spells to mask our scent from other supernaturals. "You know, if she's a witch, then she probably just masked herself to you,Everett. It just appeared that she was human because that's what she wanted you to believe." "Why would she want to do that?" Everett asked, like the sensitive guy that he is. "Why else? Because she's trying to hide from someone." I supplied, wondering what her motives are. "So, she knew that I was a werewolf then." Everett looked up as we nodded. "That's why she kept calling me big man then." Me and Atticus snorted a laugh. "Well, you are the tallest out of all of us." Everett bit his lip looking over towards the breakfast tray laid on the table. "You know, she came out here in just her underwear." He looked up at us as he smiled smugly. Atticus groaned, "We get it. You got it bad for the girl." In all honesty, though, I could tell that all of us did. I was sort of disappointed seeing that my mate was a human. Not because I saw her as weak or anything but because I didn't want her to be afraid of me. I was pretty fucking pissed when she ran from us though. But when I saw her use magic and knock out that guy, I swear I knew she was going to be it for me. I'm not an emotional guy so I'd never tell her or the guys that but I do love a tough chick. "Well, when you pussies get ready, let's head out. I'm sure as hell going to take our mate either way." I said, before walking towards the door.-------------------------------------------------Rose's POV I pulled over to the side of the road once I was sure that I was a good distance away from the trio that I just left behind. My wolf was beyond pissed at me at the moment, but I quickly pushed her thoughts away. I did what I had to do and something was telling me that they wouldn't stop trying to track me down. I mentally shrugged. Let them find me, I'd just run away again. If I begin to allow people into my life, it'll only bring heartache and betrayal. That's what dad always told me. If they find out what I was, they could tell anyone. But would they do that? I was their mate, they wouldn't hurt me, would they? I don't think big man would but, I had no idea about the other two. I mean, I did just run away from them. I groaned as I put the bike back into gear and drove towards one of the houses that I own. I own several houses across the states so I'll always have a hideaway to go to. I needed to get ready and head out tonight. I just needed to get my mind off of the three guys who have been plaguing my thoughts. It's insane how strong a mate bond actually is. You think that you'll be able to resist the other person but nope. Fate has other plans. I knew I wouldn't get off this easy. I walk into the little cabin on my ten acres of land that I own. I groan as I hop into the shower. My sex drive has been going crazy all day since being around Everett earlier. I would have gone ahead and jumped into bed with him if it wasn't for the fear of my wolf literally never leaving his side again. When werewolves bond on an intimate level with their mate, you're basically stuck with that person forever. I close my eyes and lean my head back as warm water sprays onto my exposed skin. I trail my fingers down to my throbbing clit and begin to rub small circles. I can't help but picture the way that Everett looked at me when I walked out in the lingerie that he picked out for me. Or the way it felt when I kissed him. I purposely block out the moment I snapped his neck because, you know, technicalities. Small moans escape my lips before I come completely undone.I make sure to take extra time blow drying my hair before pulling it back into a tight, sleek ponytail. I applied mascara, eyeliner, and nude lipstick with clear lipgloss. I pulled on a tight red dress with a split up the thigh of the leg and a pair of spiked, black Louis Vuitton heels. I stuffed $20 into my bra before heading out to the club in town. Luckily, it was pretty far from the last bar I went to so I'm hoping no one recognizes me here. Mainly supernaturals because let's be honest, no human male could actually hurt me. One time a guy tried to sexually assault me when I was walking home drunk one night. And I might have 'accidentally' ripped out his heart. Ooops. I walked into the club where music was blaring and strobe lights were flashing. I don't normally go to these kinds of places because they're usually filled with rich assholes. However, tonight, that is exactly what I was looking for. I could feel several male hungry eyes on me as I walked towards the bar. I'm not being narcissistic when I say that I know I'm hot. I've just learned the hard way over the years by the male population. It can be a good thing or a bad thing. Good thing is, I can get a lot of things from it. Bad thing is, everyone's eyes and ears are always on me. I climb onto the barstool and order two tequila shots with lime. I've become kind of an alcoholic ever since I've legally been able to purchase alcohol. Although, I've been compelling people since I was 15 to get liquor. I scan the crowd looking for my next victim, I mean date. I try to find the douchiest guys so I don't feel bad about screwing them over later. Bingo. I lock eyes with a guy who's grinding on some girl's ass. Yup, I definitely won't feel bad about stealing or drinking from him. I put on my flirty smile and winked at him, motioning with my finger in a come here motion. He practically threw the other girl off of him as he scrambled across the dance floor of the club. "Well, hey there sweet cheeks." He said, trying and failing at being sexy. "Hey there yourself." I smiled sweetly when all I really wanted to do was throw up right into my empty shot glasses. "You want to get out of here?" He said, trailing his hand up my thigh. It took all of my control not to break his wrist right there. "How about you buy me a few drinks first?" I smiled innocently at him. I looked into his eyes as I compelled him. "But use your credit card. For me?" There was no way in hell this was coming out of my cut in his wallet. Three shots of tequila later and we were walking out of the bar. He was extremely touchy might I add. I faked a smile and laughed as he talked about sports and terrible music. He was a grade-A douchebag. I pulled him down the alleyway leading towards the back of the club. This guy was really getting on my nerves by this point. He kept grabbing my ass every opportunity he got and his breath reeked of alcohol. He lit a joint as we walked, never once asking me if I wanted any. Talk about rude. I finally found a spot out of view of the public. He tried grabbing my breast through my dress before I pushed his hand away. He scoffed, "Oh, now you're acting like a little virgin huh? Wanting me to buy you drinks and then you leave a guy hanging? Fucking women." He muttered as he took a hit of his joint. I felt my anger burning because well, fuck this guy. I mean yeah, I did plan on robbing him and stealing his blood but it's not like he knew that. I pulled his face down so his eyes would meet mine. "You're going to be very quiet for me, okay?" He slowly nodded his head while he was in a dazed state. "Good boy." I grinned, exposing my sharpened teeth. I gave no warning or warm-up as I sunk my teeth into his neck. I made sure to drink a little more than necessary so he would be extra dizzy afterward. I released his neck and as I pulled back, I heard the sound of approaching footsteps before I smelled the heavenly scents of my three mates.