Mated To The Devil

"We finally found one!"

"Shhhh." Zezi said as she laid down her six-year-old daughter on the bed. Mira was a beautiful chubby girl with brown curly hair. She stirred lightly in her sleep before smiling peacefully once again. A smile that wiped away the frown that had crossed her face when her father barged into the room.

Zezi smiled then too, before she turned to her husband who still stood at the door. He was quite muscular and his grey uniform fitted a little tightly against his skin as usual. He looked tired, his brown eyes that were usually filled with optimism now had frustration swindling in them.

He walked across the room and hugged her, relaxing into her arms.

"We finally found a body."

"We did?" She pulled away so that she could see his face.

That was great news!

For quite a while now, werewolves had been mysteriously disappearing from different packs in Teeland. When the packs' alphas discovered that it was getting out of hand, they came to their King, Alpha Gery who was the King of all werewolves in Teeland. He had responded by sending his warriors off to these different packs to find out the unknown enemy and kill them. But things hadn't gone as planned because soon the enemy attacked the Capital and so far, they were losing.

The enemy never left a body of their warriors behind but the werewolves knew that those that disappeared were dead. Their mates in the pack had either turned insane or depressed from lost. There were even occasions when the mates had died.

If they at least were able to find a body, then it meant that they could at least know what was killing them.

"You don't look happy. What is it? You know this is great news, right?"

"It is not, my Love. I don't know which is worse. Knowing or not knowing." He sighed, stepped back a little before pacing worriedly in front of her.

She took in a deep breath, ready for whatever it was.

"Tell me."

"Vampires, those bloody blood suckers!"

She gasped silently, her body stilled with shock before her voice came out in a defeated whisper.

"That is impossible." She muttered to herself, allowing her brain to process everything before she finally snapped.

"But they are gone! They got wiped out! There is no way they are the one. Something must be wrong, check the body again!"

He came to her immediately, held her hands so she could calm down. Then he spoke to her softly, watching her eyes flash with different shades of worry.

"I know, I know. That was what everyone thought too but I swear they are the one. The blood drained body, the marks, everything. It's them, my love."

"That is not possible." She shook her head slowly, her voice a little shaky.

"They will kill us, they will kill everyone. Don't you remember what they did to us?"

His jaw clenched and he wrapped his hands tightly around her, she was the one to find peace in his arms this time around.

"I will never let anything happen to you or Mira. I'd rather die than let anything happen to you."

"I'd rather too." She nodded and immediately put a control over her emotions, just like she had done for many years. It had been a long time since she cracked like that.

"What did the Alpha say?"

George let her go then. He walked to the window, glanced quickly at the star-filled sky then at the room, while he avoided her gaze.

"What are you not telling me?"

"Nothing." He shrugged dismissively.

That didn't convince her one bit. She had known George for years and she knew that he could be a good liar to everyone else but when it came to her, he was terrible at it. She didn't waste her time to try and listen to his heartbeat to confirm it, it would be of no use anyway. He was a Beta, a highly trained and powerful one. He knew how to control those things.

"Just tell me." She sighed, feeling exhausted already.

He clenched his fists before he started talking, "He wants to send you to the First Borderline. Since we know what we are up against, he wants..."

"Me as a war general to be there." She completed his statement.

The First Borderline had the worse hits, werewolves disappeared there every minute. It was like the war front.

"He gave you my pass?"

He sighed again, pushed his hair backwards and nodded. The room was not so bright but she could see his face. When last did he get a good sleep? When last did any of them?

He suddenly heard a bag being unzipped and his eyes flew opened. There Zezi was, her slightly curvy self, packing clothes into a bag.

"What are you doing?"

"My duty."

Before she could say any further, he was right by her side.

"You can't leave," he said tightly.

"I am the Zeta of this pack. It is my duty, let me do it."

His eyes widened with fear.

"You will die!"

She looked at him calmly, she knew he was right.

"Then let me."

His nose flared in anger, he clenched his fists yet again. At this point, it was starting to feel like blood wasn't passing through his veins at how tightly he clenched them.

"It wasn't an order, it was a favour. He knows we have a child that needs your care, he is only asking."

"There is no difference."

She didn't stop packing, she couldn't make herself look up at him nor her sleeping daughter. It would hurt too much.

"There is!" His voice raised from the hushed tone that they spoke in. Zezi's eyes flew to their daughter but she was still sleeping soundly. She let out a breath of relief before turning to her husband.

"The men we send out there have families too. If everyone had stayed back just because of the fear of dying then we would have been dead. Those people at all the Borderlines are out there giving their lives for us."

"And it is all the Alpha's fault! He should be the one to face the consequences. Sending off warriors to attack the enemy when we didn't even know what it was. It doesn't make sense."