Page 1 of Stuck With His Mate
Chapter 1
Angelina
“Are you kidding me?” I mutter, with my expression splitting half in astonishment, and half in horror, as I try to regain my balance.
After I evade another bite by one of these hulking wolf-like monsters to take a large bite out my side. Throwing myself again to the left, after feigning to my right, I can’t help but pant as I do so.
When I had left my dorm with intentions of getting into the after-exams spirit by enjoying the rave, fighting for my life in a dark abandoned street had not been on my bucket list. What a lovely weekend!
Still, calling this a fight would be generous by any metric. Wielding only a steel pipe, all I am focused on is trying to run away and not get eaten.
Despite my five feet four-inch frame, I had always been stronger and faster than everybody I knew, including amateur athletes, but none of that makes any difference now.
With corded limbs, taut muscles and large slavering jaws full of protruding sharp teeth, these creatures were far stronger and faster than I was.
They are clearly out for blood, and unfortunately, they are also very equipped to get it. My insane reaction time is the only thing keeping me from being disemboweled so far, but my muscles are painfully burning with the strain.
The way I see it, being banged up is far better than death, so I keep moving.
“C’mon you nasty little beast, I’ve got your number now” I say, pushing my hair out the way and readjusting my grip on my makeshift weapon.
One thing is obvious. I am getting tired.
I know it, and whatever these creatures are, they know it too. The limp in my step from when one of them had sunk their teeth into my calf with mind-boggling speed wasn't helping matters.
I know I would be dead already instead of just nursing bruises and a bite, if they weren’t sadistically toying with me and that just ticks me off even more. Sodding sick bastards!
Crouching, both so I wouldn’t fall over, and to also reduce my center of gravity while increasing my dexterity, I keep my sight trained on the beast right in front of me, while I watch for movement from the others.
I can tell something has changed by how the hackles on the beast in front of me raise, and its gaze starts darting around. A snarl to my left is abruptly cut off, and suddenly dying cries of creatures litter the air.
A blur out of the corner of my eye catches my attention as it moves from one creature to another, leaving each one of them still and unmoving.
Before I can stand straight on my feet, all four of them are dead as doornails.
More blood, black as tar in the moonlight, splashes on the granite below as my savior relieves them of their heads, cleanly decapitating them with a sword.
I know I would normally be, but right here and now, I am not horrified by the gore I see. Instead, I am strangely elated, and it is certainly not just because I have been saved from a sure death. It’s a huge part of it, but the sight of my savior does the rest.
Taking a long look, I can see that all this damage is not inflicted with just his blade. The creatures’ bodies all bear slashes from both his blade, and claws, which I clearly see retreating back into the hand of my savior, right in front of my eyes.
Holy smokes, I am not hallucinating. Those are actually real! I shout in the confines of my head.
This is right out of the twilight zone. But for some reason I am not scared. Not because his gruesome actions, large sword, or aforementioned claws are not scary, but because I know I didn't have to worry about his type of scary.
I straighten my back, and angle my gaze to see my savior’s face.
“Wow! That must be a really sharp sword for it to….” My sentence trails off, as my train of thoughts is lost.
Heat floods my face, dusting my cheeks with pink, which is certainly visible even in the moonlight. My heart starts beating a drum against my chest, more than it did during the entirety of my very recent brush with death.
My pounding heart leaves me exasperated at the realization that my body reacted more readily to an attractive man than it did to the danger of a slow and painful death, and it's hard not to roll my eyes. But boy, it really should be a hundred percent illegal to be this hot.
My savior is hot. Very hot. Molten lead hot.
The first thing I note is how much I have to crane my head just to get a good look at his face. He is at least a full foot taller than I am. I can’t see the color of his eyes, but I could see his face, and he looks like he just stepped off the cover of a bodice ripper.
With slightly deep set eyes, magnificently shaped brows, and high cheekbones, he looks like what I imagine a sixteenth century aristocrat and warrior would be.