Wereball Serie - Along Came A Mate

We looked at each other as if we both couldn’t believe what we were seeing.

Something deep inside me snapped. Everything seems clearer when I get lost in those grey abysses.

And then, I just knew it. I understood perfectly what people meant when they meet their mates. His gaze made my stomach twist, his eyes could calm a storm and start a fire at the same time.

He was the pure definition of masculinity.

Two silver orbs that I could stare at for hours. Ash blonde hair kept short on the sides and longer on top, falling in natural waves over his forehead, in that sensual way that made you want to stroke it forever.

His lips were manly but full, his nose was proportional. A blond eyebrow was cut in the middle, adding to the ‘fallen angel’s look’ he had. God-given cheekbones and a sculpted jaw made it even harder to avert my eyes.

And he just stood there, staring at me with an intensity that could move objects.

I would have needed to bend my head a good angle to look at him if he stood in front of me.

I was much shorter than him, probably reaching his chest, however, the height difference seemed perfect.

We continued to look at each other, without batting an eyelid, his lips slightly parted, until the group of people around him, mostly girls and a few boys, moved. This tore me out of the magical trance, and I lowered my gaze to get a better look at my mate.

He wore a thin green singlet that was doing little to hide all that hard skin and long, sporty black pants wrapped around his long legs. His rocky chest and broad shoulders were emphasized by his attire. The arms were insanely muscular with swollen veins in the right places, and were probably bigger than my thighs. He had biceps, triceps, and all possible “ceps”, too developed for my mental health.

His eyes darkened noticeably at something... They were fixed on something on the lower part of my face. Where my teeth were torturing my lip.

I forgot all about it when one of the girls touched his forearm, telling him something I didn’t catch.

I winced and pursed my lips, glaring at that manicured hand touching my mate, then met his silver eyes again.

Still stunned, he followed the direction of my eyes and only then seemed to notice the hand there. A second later, he swatted her hand away, not even looking at the girl, who had paled. Determination filled his eyes as he began to advance. People moved away as he stalked towards me. Eyes always fixed on mine.

My cheeks flushed and my heartbeat raced as I placed a hand on my chest. He must have noticed it as a small smile pulled at his lips and my heart flattered at that.

Oh my god...there it comes...is he going to kiss me? Touch me? Ask my name?

By then, the butterflies were at war in my belly.

My mate was just a few feet away, people passing by unaware of two newly discovered souls. Some glanced at me with curiosity while others tried to call him but were pointedly ignored...

Just a few more meters and...

“Yo, Thor, my man!” A boy appeared out of nowhere and hugged my mate on the hips, blocking his march. Breaking the ‘mate spell’.

“What’s going on, bro? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost”

A ghost, or a mate. They gave similar feelings: both drove you crazy with fear and amazement.

Then I blinked twice.

Thor... was that my mate’s name? It didn’t sound right.

“Hey C! Have you seen Thor?” Another big guy came from his right.

“Ah, there you are! Come on man, you have to sign autographs and talk to the fans.” The new werewolf exclaimed with cheerfulness.

“And you’ll probably bring some home again,” The other snickered, patting my mate on the shoulder.

A small gasp left my sad-self as I heard those hurtful words.

My mate, who had momentarily released me from the intensity of those silver orbs to address his friends must have connected what they had said, because his head snapped toward me, a mix of worry and guilt crossed his face.

Bitterness flooded my heart. His eyes sadden at my reaction and that same look of determination dominated again his handsome features, as he resumed his march towards me.

But fate was playing tricks that day, because right before my mate could reach me....

“Yva!!” Lachlan came from behind and wrapped my shoulders in his steel arms. My mate halted and greeted my brother with an odd look... There were several emotions there. Annoyance. Some disgust. And more annoyance. For a second, I thought he had cursed.

However, he did not seem bothered that another male, Highlander or not, had approached me. It was a relief to find a werewolf male who wasn’t a possessive gorilla pounding his fists on his chest plate and growling, spitting droll around, whenever another male was too close to his mate.

“Please help me! A bunch of crazy girls are chasing me” My twin said in a rush and glanced behind his shoulder with an amusing-for-me fear.

A heartbeat later, he stiffened, his head jerked forward, his face morphed dramatically.

“What are you looking at, Terminator?” He snarled, curling his lips.

I could die right away.

Terminator...

My mate was The Terminator.

The name that was on everyone’s lips. The most criticized yet loved werewolf in the wereball world.

No doubt about that...

I became aware of the situation and a noisy whimper left my lips. I stared at my mate with an incredulous look while my hand flew to my chest.

Our gazes remained locked for a few more seconds; he was studying me, almost waiting for something, as if he almost expected me to say something....

His silver eyes clouded with disappointment when I remained quiet, but to my defence I was still in a state of shocked amazement. Or amazed shock.

The Terminator still had not uttered a single word nor had answered Lachlan’s challenge. He simply glared at me with clenched jaw, the disappointment turned into hurt and resentment.

At that moment, some of Lachlan’s friends appeared and flanked him, as if they had smelled conflict and were drawn to it like moths to deadly fire. Meanwhile, hulks from Dark Diamond sided with my mate.

His tenebrous gaze had passed between me and my twin a couple of times, his eyes narrowed as if he were plotting something or analysing the situation.

Before I could say the magic word ‘Mate’, and prevent everything, snarls and growls shot from both sides.

“Look at the were-scums”

Right after that, insults and heavy words flew between the two war lines while a crowd gathered around. Everyone knew the rival exponents couldn’t fight physically. That was allowed only during the match, in the arena.

“Come outside then and I’ll show you the scum”

“Remember when I kick that soft ass of yours? How you wept?”

“I broke your nose, want me to repeat the favour?”

“Ugly donkey”

“You fucker come here and say that in my face”

“Come suck my dick, I bet you’d like it, just like your sister did.”

And so on. And on.

Until one of them shouted a few random bad words at me, not even even worth mentioning.

I was shocked. Just not because of his words.

They personally slipped on me and didn’t bother me at all. The dude knew nothing about me, probably not even my name, and was blinded by the heat of the moment.

But my mate had different ideas. His head snapped to the side, canines elongated visibly, taking my breath away, before emitting a malicious growl that silenced everyone. Even the birds outside.

I swore the ceiling above us trembled...or maybe it was just my poor heart.

A heartbeat later, my mate stood in front of the pack member, grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted the huge guy off the floor. With a single, powerful move, he kneed him in the stomach and knocked him out.

A dangerous amount of energy radiated from his massive body and blinded me.

My head was spinning and for some reason I started feeling drowsy.

Dark Diamond’s members paled while members of my pack looked surprised. Apparently, no one had noticed or given any weight to that insult, aimed at me. Not even my brother.

I felt succumbing to the ache of longing in my chest when my mate stalked away without sparing me a second glance, after punching a wall with a vicious snarl.

I couldn’t hear what Lachlan was telling me.

My brain was repeating the same thing all over again, like a broken record:

“‘The Terminator is my mate.’”

“‘The Terminator is my mate.’”

“‘The Terminator is my mate.’”

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