My hidden mate

The wind whistled and leaves fluttered followed by the morning singing of birds and the growling sound of animals as the sky glistened in its uniqueness beaming light into a delicate flower-filled cabin rounded by objects in pink. The possessor of the cabin must be addicted to pink cause it was more like a pink cabin.

Crouching on the huge bed with a scowl on her beautiful face was a glossy Angel in mortal skin murmuring and cursing incoherently as she kept ruffling and pulling her hair as if wanting to pull it out. Although angry she had this sparkling cute face that glistened and was one with the sun. Her lips were so pink and shined brightly with the color of her cabin.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what I feel. I can't even title a little of it. I'm so angry at myself right now. I can't seem to get him off my head. He keeps appearing in my mind, in my sleep, while I walk, while I bath, while I eat, everywhere I go, everything I do. Maybe it's because he saved me from what would've ruined my life. I just don't know. Ugh!" She babbled in a voice sweeter than the melodious voices of birds.

'You can't get him off your mind but yet you keep going close to him instead of refraining from him. And stop saying that he keeps appearing everywhere you go cause you are the one always appearing anywhere he is' a voice in her head argued.

"Shut up. Shut the crap up!" She shrieked and threw the lampstand beside her to the wall as she began recalling the events of months ago. The very first day she met him. The very first time she met the werewolves' most feared male. Alpha Aston Kutcher Davies the Alpha King of the 'Blazing-sun pack.'

At that time, she was just a girl in her early days of being seventeen who was trying to have a little fun and get to walk around in the cool kingdom in the numerous nights she kept late nights as she often does due to her tremendous love for nights. The wolves who always saw her at night nicknamed her the 'Nightrambler.' A name which took over her main given name.

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I know it's weird that I fancy nights to days but then that's who I am. I didn't create myself anyway so I'm not in any way angry that I'm different from others cause that's one of the mere reasons I love myself so freaking much. I've always been one who can sleep all day just to go about in the night under the twinkling shiny of stars while I sway my hips to the rhythm of the cool wind. The feeling of the night wind on one's skin can't be overemphasized cause to me it's a gift...

On that consecrated night, I was coming back from my normal routine outing giggling, and dancing when three huge scary males appeared out of nowhere and thwarted my part...

"Hello sexy damsel, you seem a little lost" one of the males mumbled licking his lips and chuckling.

I'm the last lady to be scared of such acts so I wasn't in any way intimated by their looks or actions even though I know I am in no way a match for them and can't stop them if they try to harm me but then I'll never let it be easy for them. "I'm not lost sir, my cottage is a few steps away from here. I can see that you're the leader here so please can you and your subordinates leave my path cause I'm so sleepy and crave to rest" I retorted boldly staring keenly into his eyes without blinking.

"So bold huh nightrambler?" He muttered calling me by my nickname and chuckled. "We just wanna have a little fun with you damsel and we will let you go. Right guys?" He added and his guys nodded.

My nose wrinkled and I partly closed my eyes shaking my head at his shameless words. "Please, sir. Leave my path right now!" I barked pointing and glaring at him. My mum will always say that one shouldn't ever show weakness even though he or she might be defeated. That it's one of the best ways to scare an enemy.