His Tiger Mate novel Chapter 4

Into the room steps the most handsome man I have ever seen, everything about the tall, muscular and blond-haired man is absolute perfection. When he's inside the room he stops takes a big breath and releases it slowly.

"Alpha," the men greet the man with respect in their voices. He turns his eyes to me, and immediately they flash yellow telling everyone in the room that his wolf is close to the surface. He stares into my eyes and I fell a weird tug in my chest, and if it hadn't been hours since my last meal I would have figured I ate something bad and had heartburn. But the Greek God standing before me stares at me and suddenly growls out "MINE, MATE!"

Holy shit, tigers don't do mates!!

Do we?

Alpha Anders'pov

I've been trapped in this damn meeting between alphas for the last week, the amount of talking this group of grown men and women can do boggles the mind. Now don't get me wrong, I like all of them, but being trapped in a room with extremely dominating personalities for this long is grinding on my last nerves. We have discussed peace treaties, some packs have expanded to accommodate growing numbers, and after discussing options to deal with rogues and the growing threat of hunters the meeting is finally nearing the end.

And here comes the topic I dread more than anything; mates. I'm the only unmated alpha in this room and seen as a bit of a rarity. I'm 25 years old, most werewolves find their mate when they're 1. When I turned 1 and the age where my wolf would recognize it's mate I spent a year searching all the packs that would except me and I'm starting to fear that my mate might be dead. That familiar pain in my chest starts back up at that thought, and my wolf growls in pain. He wants the same thing I do, a mate to shower with love and to spoil rotten, have a bunch of puppies and grow old together. But the years keep creeping by, and the dream of a mate is getting more and more distant.

"My mate is pregnant with our second child," Alpha Sam says and the room fills with congratulatory remarks with the sounds of laughter and back slaps.

"It's not fair, he is only 22, and already having his second child. I want my mate," my wolf Mads whispers before he once again retreats back to the corner of my mind where he spends most of his time these days.

My Beta, Carl, is a good guy he's 26 and found his mate when he was 23. She's a nice woman, and when he found her he became a much more mellow guy. I still remember the day he found her. We where in an unfamiliar town and he got himself into a fight with a local, he would fight anyone about anything at the time. She broke up the fight and damn near had both men in tears as she had a good hold of their ears. For a human, she is surprisingly strong and feisty, and I really envy what they have together.

Driving for 10 hours is pretty tough, and if it wasn't for my werewolf genes I would have fallen asleep more than once. It may sound like I'm on some sort of power trip, but there is no chance in hell the Alpha is letting someone else drive.

By the time we're back home I'm tired, hungry and in a bad mood, so I figure I might as well take a shower and get something to eat before I greet our prisoners, they are secure in the cellars so it's not like they can cause any trouble where they are.

I walk inside the pack house and is greeted by "Hello Alpha", "Good trip alpha?", "Good to see you Alpha," and I smile and answer the pack members as best I can, trying not to be too dismissive. All I can think about right now is a warm shower followed by a nice meal, I would prefer to fall into bed and sleep for 24 hours after that. But I have tigers in holding and a mountain of paperwork waiting for me. Carl took care of what he could, but a lot of the papers need my approval before they can be filed away.