Mate bond connection

Xendy on his way to Alpha Billnas Pack kept telling himself that nothing would happen. It was just ten minutes max, and he would be back and would sit beside his mate within no time.

Every mile he crossed away from his mate, he could feel a loss. Both in his power and his alpha aura. And his wolf was out seeking their mate.

What was happening in his body scared him. It reminded him of the time before he met his mate. It reminded him of how weak he could not be of help to himself and his pack members, who needed him to stand for them.

Turning around to look at Alpha Billnas's excited face broke his heart. He was just like his pack members, and he needed to show up for him. Canceling was no longer an option.

He pushed Yendy in the back of his head. And tried his level best to survive the feeling.

When he arrived, it was more of a royal meeting than a five-minute meet and greet, with thousands of pack members in attendance excited to meet him for the first time.

Their smiles were so genuine. He greeted a few of them on his way to the high table. Even with such a beautiful welcome. Xendy's mind didn't sit okay with him.

He had already made up an excuse he would use to leave in the coming few minutes.

He hurriedly stood up in front of everyone present and waved at everyone while thanking everyone for attending. Then he started a brief speech. Few words of gratitude and he would go back to his mate.

He had only said two words out of his mouth when he felt massive pain.

A growing pain. That made him clutch his body, almost falling onto the mic in front of him. The Pain wasn't his.

He knew what this pain meant. He had heard of it from his people. It was a mate bond pain.

Xendy was surprised to feel automatically connected to his mate. The mate bond connection happened. But how? He questioned himself.

He stood up, still frozen by what was happening.

He now could feel his mate's emotions for the first time.

How was it possible?

But.... His mate. His mate was in so much pain. Tears line his eyes.

The mate bond connection never happens until the mating process has happened. A process that involves marking.

Marking would have happened if his mate was human.

That meant he would have made love to her by now and he would have bitten her between the shoulder and the neck. But she was a bird and that could never happen.

Once Yendy marked his mate, they would have completed half of the bond. That is the only way it was possible for his wolf to feel and get through his mate's mind like this.

But it was happening with none of that done. He couldn't see anything in her mind because pain overshadowed everything in her mind.

The pain grew deeper by the second. He couldn't take it. It worried and scared him. He jumped high and dropped himself off the high table.

Mind linking all the werewolves present all at once to apologizing for leaving as he forced in between the crowd of people present and started running out to his mate.

‘What was hurting his mate?’

He tried to pick through the minds of the two security guards he left to guard his mate. He did not like using this power on anyone, but he needed to do that now.

But there was nothing.

It was as if they didn't hear a thing while they stood a few meters from his mate's presence.

He ran faster into the car and switched it on. Driving at high speed, not caring about the traffic on his way to his mate. He hoped for the best and prayed for her safety.

When he had finally made it to the hotel. He marched at a fast pace and then ran fast through the corridors of the hotel to his room.

The two security guards were standing still and abruptly turned to face him. They searched his eyes and his worried face, probably not understanding why he abruptly showed up out of nowhere a few minutes after he left.

Two doors before his room, he stopped sniffing the air. His mate's intoxicating scent was everywhere, a whiff of a good mix of cardamom, vanilla, and cloves, the fragrances.

Hypnotizing and making his chest growl. But something was off.

The scent was mixed with too much blood. His mate was bleeding.

Someone shot his mate.

That's the first thought that hit his mind. He ran straight to his room at the end of the corridor.

With the speed of light, he was already at the door, scared. He opened the locked door.

And saw his mate standing in a pool of blood. Too much blood scattered all over the room's floor. He wanted to know who did this to her and tried to pick through her mind.

Unfortunately, to his surprise and disappointment, with the opening of the door, their mate bond was automatically shut down.

***

Iyya did not have enough time to do what she planned and within minutes, the flow of blood reduced, and the peacock feathers overpowered her skin.

Iyya was forced to stand still, with her muscles no longer functioning. She stood still as the pen in her hands dropped to the floor.

And her hands were forced under the feathers. Tears prickled in her eyes as she looked down at the pen on the floor, then Xendy's notebook in front of her on the dressing table.

She morphed completely into a peacock.

Xendy's worried growl behind her brought her mind back to the room that they were both standing in now.

She looked into his eyes, which were full of worry. She would too if she found that much pool of blood especially dripping through the feathers of the bird standing in the middle of it.

His eyes were shimmering in the sunlight. As if tears would prick out of them in the coming second.

He looked so scared that the devious smirk he always wore around his lips was now replaced with so much force pulling his two closed lips together so much into his mouth.

He tore his shirt into one shred and Iyya's eyes were on his torso; the man looked hot, and it dazzled her. In the next minute, he was too close.

Iyya didn't let her gaze down as she watched his toned chest down to his over-defined torso, with muscles all over his arms and chest.

His long hair, which was tied in a bun behind his head, had a few strings covering his now sweaty face. The defined features on his face matched his body.

He stood like a most expensive statue in front of her.

She saw him up close, trying to find the source of where she was bleeding, touching her body gently. It felt good being this close and all the attention he gave her.

He continued searching her body from feathered head to toe, his handsome face extra close to hers. She could smell the cologne he used for that day.

His jaw, which was now squeezed, defined his face to perfection, and his pinched eyebrows as he tried to examine her made her heart race.

His nose that stood out added to his manly character. And that skin was one thing she would touch if I had made it one minute earlier.

She felt good and soured the moment, almost forgetting to tell him she was okay and to make him stop worrying about her.

But more urgently, she wanted to show him what she had written in the notebook.

Her last card at the moment to a shot of bringing her human body back. And setting herself free.