Chapter 18: Beta Ian Challenges

POV-Ian

My beautiful, loving, and kind Mate left for Paris on a cold January afternoon with flurries blowing with North winds. I recollected how this Christmas felt like my patience was being tested. It was my worst Christmas ever, and it all began when she arrived in New York with Patrick from Paris. I met my Mate at her parents' house, and we could smell the human scent on her. I felt enraged and kept asking myself what was wrong with this female werewolf. How could she bring a human as her significant other? Doesn't she know she had to mate with a werewolf?

During an evening of our friendship gathering, between lots of fun, laughter and competition among our friends, she decided to leave us high and dry to go to dinner with the human Patrick. Was she blind to the fact we left our busy schedules to spend time with her? I was seething inside because she brought back this human, and I felt like screaming at her. I held it in the best I could and waited until she opened the door to leave. I knew I had to protect this female no matter how angry I was with her. After all, I knew she was my Fated Mate.

I followed her out, and instead of her driving to the city, I offered my services to take her to the intended destination. During the drive, there was a shower of light sleet. Our conversation was based on her time in Paris, and I asked for details. s on how she was injured. It seemed as if the recollection was difficult for her, but she was courageous enough to tell me what had happened. I thought this whole time, It was the same Patrick who caused her harm, and instead of coming home alone, she brought the scumbag along with her.

Isabella opened the door, and I realised she would be drenched when she got to the door. I knew I couldn't let my Mate run into the building and get wet, so I covered her with my leather jacket and hugged her so she would be protected from the bad weather. Isabella's scent was making me horny and had my head spinning. I hung around the area, waiting for her return. I thought I would surprise her when she returned, and she would be pleased to see me waiting to take her home. Thus, I walked over to the gas station on the opposite side of the road and parked my car while waiting for her. I watched them leave with my heartstrings tugging to follow them, but I was better off awaiting their return.

I observed them getting out of the taxi. Immediately, I could see he was drunk and disagreeable. I watched as she accompanied him to the door, and they probably rode the elevator to the seventh floor. Suddenly, I felt the hit on my face. As usual, whenever she was harmed, I could feel it. I automatically shifted to my wolf as my protective nature slid into place. I heard my wolf say, "Mate needs protection." I had no memory of how I sprinted to that building and mounted those stories until I was on the patio of their apartment on the seventh floor. I burst through the patio doors in that building and was about to pounce on him when she stood in front of me, protecting him; I heard my wolf howling in pain at what she did. She knew our Leaders were her protectors. I could not understand why Isabella would defend this human.

I jumped from that patio to the grass below, then vanished to the nearby alley. I quickly shifted, returned to my truck, and changed into gym pants and a teeshirt. A short while later, I parked in front of the building. I waited until Isabella exited the apartment door, pulled up with my truck, stopped, and opened the front door for her. She got in, and she knew instantly I was angry. I said nothing until we reached her home. As she exited the car, I grabbed her hand and hugged her while bracing her to the car's back door. I examined her face. I saw the imprint of a hand on her face; despite my anger, I hugged her and placed butterfly kisses on her face to comfort her. When I felt calm enough and breathed in enough of her scent, I swatted her on her butt and indicated she should go in.

This female was my doom; I reminisced on the second incident of partner abuse a few days later. They argued about why she was not staying with him at the apartment. That day, she drove to the apartment, and I was hanging out outside. He pushed her down, and she banged herself on the side of the car. I watched as she jumped in her car and drove off. I asked myself how much more abuse she must endure before giving up on his sorry ass. I kept my distance as she drove home. Once she reached Packlands, I allowed her to drive home. I parked my car and went for a howling, angry run in the woods to blow off steam. Why was she allowing anyone to mistreat her? Wasn't my love for her enough? Why couldn't she wait for her Fated Mate? I agonised as I ran through the woods. I shifted back to my human form and punched tree trunks in anger. That night, I could not sleep. My heart was pounding, and my anger was getting the better of me. I hope that I will be able to control my temper. I guess training the warriors and beating up a few of them helped me during this time of agony, as my wolf was out of control. My love for this female was making me crazy.

Then just before she shifted, she went on a dinner date with this dude when he tried to rape her, and when she resisted him, he locked her out almost naked on the patio; I watched the whole episode and wanted to beat him to a pulp. I jumped to that seventh-floor patio, wrapped her in my arms, and jumped to the grass. Then I carried her to my truck, wrapped her in my blanket and took her home. I made no bones about telling her that I would call my friends to lock him up. She begged me not to do that and promised that she would break up with him.

That weekend was Bluemoon. I did not realise that she had started her shifting until Ashton called me that morning to say she was drooling and had horrible tummy pains. I knew I had to stay with young wolves who were shifting that night. I called Alpha Bryan and told him my Mate was about to shift. He said I should concentrate on her while he helped the youngsters in their shifting process. I thanked him and he gave me the thumbs up. He was happy for me. This meant that my Mate would recognise me. Our Alpha has not met his Fated Mate as yet. I was the second of the four leaders to find my Mate. Ashton had already found Anne.

My Beloved Readers,

As we get into Beta Ian's Point of View, We will discover how he overcame his challenges. Read on to find out the worst difficulties ahead of him.

Love always

your author.