I've been standing here for nearly an hour, waiting for this ridiculous party to start. The surrounding humans are oblivious, buzzing with excitement as they line up outside the club. But I could feel her voice in my head, cold and commanding.

Get me that heart.

Her words echo through my mind, and a knot tightens in my chest. Being an underling for this arrogant but powerful witch is a small price to pay for my freedom. I'll do what she asks. I always do.

I watched as a couple bypassed the long line and strolled inside. I could feel them - they were wolves, or at least one of them was. But they weren't my concern. Nothing will stop me tonight.

Impatience thrummed through me as the bouncer lazily let people in, one by one. It felt like an eternity, but finally, I slipped past the threshold and into the club's pulsing chaos. The air inside was thick with the stench of sweat, alcohol, and smoke - the things these humans seemed to revel in. I moved through the crowd, barely noticing the crush of bodies and flashing lights. My mind focused on my task.

I was here for one thing: a witch's heart - a virgin witch, no less, from her bloodline. As I weaved through the crowd of dancers, I felt a strong presence, a powerful aura. I glanced toward one of the VIP areas and spotted an Alpha, a dangerous one. His energy was like a beacon, hard to miss. I made a mental note to keep my distance. Getting tangled up with wolves tonight wasn't part of the plan. I moved to the farthest place from him and searched for this witch.

I pushed farther into the crowd, and then I sensed her. It was like a shift in the air, subtle but unmistakable. My eyes zeroed in on her immediately. There she is.

She was young, not even 20 years old, and slim, with dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her skin had a warm, deep tone, and her eyes... her eyes gave her away. A soft lilac hue glowed faintly in the club's dim light, betraying her nature. She's a witch. She looked delicate, almost innocent.

It's a shame, really.

I forced a smile, masking my true intentions, and made my way toward her. She noticed me, her lips curving into a coy grin. "Hey," I said, slipping into the smooth, seductive voice I've perfected over centuries. "I saw you dancing, and I couldn't help but notice... you're probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Mind if I join you?"

Her smile widened, a feline glint in her eyes. She was interested. I could feel it - her desire rolling off her in waves. She nodded, and I stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her waist as we moved in sync with the music.

"Your accent is sexy," she whispered, her voice soft against my ear. "Where are you from?"

"Czech," I answered flatly, keeping it brief. There was no need for more conversation. She started babbling about how romantic Europe is and how she's always dreamed of visiting. She did not know her dream would die with her tonight.

We kept dancing, her body pressed eagerly against mine, but I knew I was running out of time. I needed to get her alone. She was panting already, barely able to keep still, and I knew it wouldn't take much more. Her desperation is obvious - written in every sway of her hips, every moan she lets slip as my hand grips her ass like I own it. She's just another girl who wants to feel wanted.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers, giving her exactly what she wanted - soft, slow, teasing. She melted immediately, lips parting, body arching into me like a fucking invitation. I took control, biting her lower lip, deepening the kiss with a roughness that made her gasp.

I grabbed her hip hard, fingers digging in, and murmured, "Let's get out of here."

She nodded fast, breathless and needy, and I didn't give her a second to rethink it. I guided her through the writhing bodies toward the back of the club. Down the hall, past the stinking bathrooms, into the dark corridor where the music faded and shadows eat the light. It was secluded here - perfect. She followed without hesitation, clearly desperate for touch, for attention. I almost pitied her. Almost.

I pushed her against the wall the second we were alone, my mouth at her throat, biting, licking, tasting the salt of her sweat. She moaned, loud and shameless, and I laughed under my breath. My hand slid up her thigh, lifting her skirt without ceremony. Her thong's already soaked. I yanked it aside and shoved two fingers inside her without warning. She cried out, more surprised than hurt, her hands clutching my shoulders as she spread her legs wider for me.

I fingered her hard, fast, curling my digits just right until she was squirming, panting, her hips bucking against my hand like she was chasing something. I slammed my mouth over hers to shut her up, silencing her cries as my thumb circled her clit with brutal precision. She was soaking, dripping into my palm, her body jerking with every thrust of my hand. It was almost laughable how easily she succumbed.

Her moans filled the narrow space as I moved faster, hitting the right spots with practiced precision. She was lost in the pleasure, utterly oblivious to the real danger she was in. When she finally screamed in ecstasy, I let her ride the wave of her release, her body sagging against mine, spent and vulnerable. Her panties were still shoved to the side, her skirt bunched up around her waist.

She gazed up at me, her eyes dazed. "What's your name, sexy stranger?" she breathed.

I remain silent, staring down at her with an expression she's too far gone to decipher.

"Don't be shy," she pressed, her voice playful.

"Unfortunately, it doesn't matter to you," I said, my voice dripping with venom.

I smiled coldly, removing my hand from her pussy and taking it to her chest.

"Why wouldn't it," her sentence was cut short in the middle as she screamed in pain.

My hand shot, and I plunged it into her ribcage with one swift motion. Her scream was short-lived as I grabbed her heart, the warmth of her blood spreading over my skin. Her eyes went wide with shock, and a gurgling sound escaped her throat as blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. I kissed her one last time, savoring the taste of her final breath.

"Dear, didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" I whispered mockingly as she choked on her own blood.

With one final pull, I ripped her heart from her chest, the life draining from her eyes as her body crumpled to the floor. I stared at the still-beating organ in my hand, feeling nothing but satisfaction.

It's been too long since she screamed. The wolves will be here soon. No matter. I clicked my fingers, and in an instant, I vanished into thin air.

I woke up with a jolt, the sensation of warmth and weight pressing against my shoulder. It took me a moment to realize my head was resting against someone. I sat up too quickly, and my forehead bumped against Ethan's. I winced as he shifted slightly, barely acknowledging the impact. Did I sleep the whole time on his shoulder? I glanced down at my phone, and it was 6 a.m. The pale light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a soft glow through the trees outside the window. We were surrounded by forest, endless and unfamiliar.

"Where are we?" I asked, my voice thick with grogginess.

"We're heading to my childhood home," Nathaniel replied, his tone casual, like that's a perfectly normal explanation. But nothing about this felt normal anymore.

I turned back to the window, watching as we drove for another hour, and the dense trees gave way to something more structured - a gate. A massive iron gate loomed ahead as Nathaniel nodded to a guard who opened it without question. As we drove down a long road, the landscape shifted again. Neatly lined townhouses appeared on either side, some large, some smaller, but all pristine and peaceful. Its serenity struck me in a way I couldn't fully describe. It was the kind of place that belonged in magazines or fairy tales, far removed from the chaos of the life I knew. My life, which has always felt so temporary, so unstable.

Nathaniel parked the car near what I could only describe as a mansion. No, scratch that, it was practically a palace. The kind of place I never thought I'd set foot in. He got out, handing the keys to a man who approached swiftly, as if this was routine. "Park it," Nathaniel said, like this is all normal. For him, maybe it is.

Ethan caught my gaze for a moment before stepping out and holding the door open for me. His hand was extended, offering help, but I hesitated. There was something in his eyes that made me wary, so I ignored the gesture and climbed out on my own. I straightened up and took in the full view of this place. It was breathtaking. A town nestled within a forest, with this massive house rising in the center of it all. The air felt cleaner here, untouched by the noise of the outside world.

"This is your home?" I asked Nathaniel, my voice rising in disbelief.

He chuckled softly, a sound that felt almost out of place at the moment's enormity. "Yeah, something like that," he replied with a shrug, as if the sheer grandeur of it all was no big deal to him.

Before I could say more, I noticed Ethan had already stalked off, disappearing into the house without another word. His presence lingered like a shadow, dark and unsettling.

"Come on, I'll show you around," Nathaniel said, his tone lighter now. He led me inside, and my senses were immediately overwhelmed. The place was enormous, larger than anything I could've imagined. High ceilings, sweeping staircases, rooms I can barely process because I was too lost in my head, trying to make sense of everything that happened last night.

We passed a living room so big it could fit my entire apartment multiple times, then a library that looked like it belonged in a movie. I caught glimpses of a private movie theater and an indoor pool, places I won't remember how to get to later, no matter how hard I tried to focus. Everything felt like a blur, and my mind couldn't grasp anything solid.

He eventually brought me back to the living room and turned left to show me the dining room - it was huge and could fit dozens of people. There wasn't just one kitchen, but multiple, all gleaming with state-of-the-art appliances. He introduced me to the cook, Agatha, a sweet-looking old lady with a warm smile. I tried to remember her name, but the weight of the night, the uncertainty of everything, made it hard to focus.

Agatha prepared breakfast for us, omelets, bacon, pancakes. It smelled delicious, but my stomach was in knots. I rarely ate breakfast anyway, and now? Now, I couldn't even stomach the thought of food. I nibbled at my omelet, more out of politeness than hunger.

Nathaniel watched me in silence, and though the room was quiet, there was a heavy tension between us. There were so many questions swirling in my head, questions I was terrified to ask because I was not sure whether I would like the answers. I stayed quiet, chewing slowly, my thoughts far too loud for me to hear anything else.

After breakfast, Nathaniel took our plates to the sink and then led me upstairs to the second floor, walking me down a long hallway until we reached a door. He opened it, revealing an enormous bedroom - far too luxurious for someone like me. A queen-sized bed dominated the center of the room, the kind you'd sink into and never want to leave. There were two more doors off to the side.

"One leads to the bathroom, and the other to the closet," Nathaniel explained. He walked over to the closet, pulling out a set of pajamas from one of the drawers. When he handed them to me, his expression softened. "Get some rest. We'll talk later."

I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. I watched as he left the room, the sound of the door clicking softly shut behind him. The moment I was alone, exhaustion hit me like a wave. The events of the last 24 hours pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. My legs felt heavy as I stripped out of my clothes and pulled on the pajamas he gave me.

I collapsed onto the bed, sinking into its softness. My mind was still spinning, trying to process where I was, what was happening, but sleep pulled me under before I could make sense of any of it.

I closed the door to Mer's room, the soft click of the lock echoing in the stillness. The master key felt heavy in my hand as I lingered momentarily, staring at the door. She was locked away, just as Ethan asked. Part of me hated doing this to her, but another part knew there was no other way. Not now. Not with everything that was at stake.

I sighed and headed up to the fifth floor, where Ethan's smaller office loomed at the end of a long hallway. My footsteps were the only sound, a stark contrast to the swirling thoughts in my mind. Reaching the door, I knocked once, and after a beat, I hear a low, measured, "Come in."

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Ethan was seated behind his massive mahogany desk, the dim light from the windows casting shadows across his face. His presence always commanded attention - he's the Alpha of the "Silver Dawn" pack, after all. One of the largest packs in North America, and I, his Beta, second-in-command, and best friend, have stood by his side for years.

"I locked Rosemary in her room, just as you asked," I said, feeling a tightness in my chest as I spoke her name.

"Good," Ethan replied, his tone steady. He gestured to the chair in front of him. "Beta, please sit down."

I took a seat across from him, trying to relax, but the weight of the last 24 hours had settled heavily on my shoulders. I exhaled slowly before speaking. "Ethan... is she really your mate?"

Ethan leaned back in his chair, his dark blue eyes meeting mine with an intensity that was hard to describe. "Yes," he said, his voice softer now. "I felt the pull of the mate bond the second you guys walked into the club. It was undeniable."

I nodded, though it still felt surreal. Ethan, the Alpha who had spent years without a mate, had finally found her in the most unexpected way. The pack's elders had been on his back for years, insisting that an Alpha without a mate was a weakness, an anomaly. At 28, it was unheard of for someone like Ethan to remain unmated. But he waited. Waited because the pack's oracle had told him that his mate was out somewhere, though she couldn't reveal her name or appearance. I also didn't have a mate, but for a different reason than his. I found my mate the day I turned 18 and gained my wolf, but I haven't accepted my mate yet.

"I was sent to that college four years ago to look for her," I said, my voice a little quieter now, remembering the moment I first saw Mer. "But I didn't know it was her at first. I just felt this... pull. I didn't realize she was your mate until that day you picked me up from college."

Ethan's expression tightened slightly, remembering the moment. "I knew she was close the second I arrived," he said. "I could smell her. I could feel the bond, but I didn't know who she was. It wasn't until I saw her with you outside the gate that I realized."

Ethan confided in me four years ago that the pack's oracle, Amber, knew where his mate was but not her name and looks, so he sent me to her whereabouts, a college in New York, to look for her. I felt an instant pull toward Mer, but didn't immediately know she was his mate. One day, Ethan came to pick me up from college to attend a business meeting with him. I remember that day vividly; Mer and I had been walking out of the campus gates, laughing about something trivial. I said my goodbyes and walked toward Ethan, who was waiting for me. His posture had stiffened, his face drawn with tension. He knew. That's why I brought her to the nightclub last night. I needed Ethan to be sure.

"When I saw the way you looked at her last night, I knew. I knew you had found her." I let out a small breath. "I'm surprised you didn't jump on her right there."

Ethan chuckled, but there was a restraint in his voice. "Believe me, it wasn't easy. The mate bond, it's... intense. All I wanted to do was claim her right then and there. But I couldn't. Not with everything going on."

I nodded in understanding. The mate bond was powerful, all-consuming. I remember how it felt when I first met my own mate. The urge to be with them, to bond in every way, was overwhelming. But I hadn't accepted them - not yet. I didn't reject them, either. I was still figuring things out, but Ethan didn't have the luxury of time like I did. He had waited so long for this moment.

"When I came back from the bathroom last night and saw Amber talking to Mer, I was surprised," I admitted. "I didn't know she had come with you."

Ethan frowned slightly, leaning forward. "Amber has her reasons for being discreet. She sensed the danger before I did. When we heard the scream... I knew it was one of Andromeda's minions. They've been hunting for witches from powerful bloodlines."

I nodded grimly. "I knew it was them, too. I made sure Mer was safe with you before I went to check it out. All I found was a bloody woman, dead on the floor. No pulse, no breathing. Andromeda's minions got to her first." The memory of that scene, the woman's lifeless body on the ground, flashed in my mind. I've seen death before, but it's never easy.

"I dealt with the cops and paramedics," I continued. "After all, it is one of our clubs. Everything is cleaned up now, and we're in the clear. Alpha, I am thrilled for you. I know how much you wanted to find her."

Ethan nodded, "Thank you, Nate. It means a lot to me."

"Please," I said, exasperated, "I'm begging you. Stop calling me Nate."

He chuckled, the tension in the room lifting slightly. "Fine, fine. Just don't bite me."

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile pulled at my lips. We'd been through so much together, Ethan and I. He was like a brother to me, and I knew the weight of finding his mate had been a heavy burden on his shoulders. But there was still so much more to deal with.

I was just not too fond of this nickname: Nate. Only my mate got to call me like that.

"Have you told Dylan yet?" I asked, shifting the topic.

Ethan shook his head. "Not yet. He's still on that business trip. He's been gone for three weeks now."

I nodded. Dylan, our third in command, had been away for weeks on pack business. He'd need to be filled in soon. But right now, there are more pressing matters.

"We'll need to get Grace to take Mer shopping," I said, thinking ahead. "She didn't bring any clothes, and I'm not exactly an expert in that department. I'll go with them, but I can't do it alone. I'll go mad."

"You're right," Ethan said, leaning back in his chair. "But first, we need to explain to her why she's here. Why all of this is happening."

"And are you going to tell her she's your mate?" I asked carefully.

Ethan's expression hardened. "No. Not yet. She doesn't need to know about that right now. We'll start by telling her about what happened to her parents. She probably doesn't remember them. And then we'll tell her about Andromeda."

I nodded, understanding the weight of his decision. It's not just about claiming his mate. It's about protecting her from the storm that's coming. Andromeda, the dark witch, is no minor threat.

"Yes, Alpha," I said, my voice steady. There was a lot ahead of us, but for now, all we could do was prepare.