Derek's POV

Let me tell you something. Being a werewolf sometimes totally suck. Why? I possess a supernatural hearing so I'm able to hear every sound that is at close range. So when I woke up this morning I heard my next-door neighbors turning up the radio, playing some kind of pop music that I hate. Not exactly what I want to wake up to in the morning, especially when my head hurt from a major hangover. I went out of bed and into bathroom. My bathroom is simple and organized without any personal touch to it. I never found it necessary to personalize my apartment, since I never found a deep attachment in staying in one place. It has always been like that ever since I was adopted into my family when I was five. I looked through my cupboard till I found the Tylenol. By taking two pills and a glass of water I felt my head becoming a little clearer. What surprised me after I took the pills was that I was completely naked. What happened last night? I remember that I was with Simon at the club, drinking at the bar and then nothing. Everything else was a total blur.

I left the bathroom and back to my bedroom, and I took a better perspective of what happened. First thing I noticed was that my clothes were all over the place. My pants were on the floor along with my socks. Then my jacket was by the door and my shirt next to the bed. I thought at first that I may have been to tired or too drunk to care that I stripped of all my clothes, but I quickly brushed that thought when I saw my boxer on the lamp next to the bed. I was certain that no matter how drunk I got, I would never hang my underwear on my lamp. What if it accidently caught fire or something? I'm cautious and responsible and I would accept that I would have an entire different attitude to things just because I was drunk. But I'm not Simon.

Otherwise my bedroom seemed normally despite the circumstances in this scenario, except for one thing. I didn't notice it at first since I was focused on the bedside I sleep in, but it was on the other side of the bed I found something that absolutely didn't belong here, especially in my apartment. I found a white dress, meant for someone who was at least one foot shorter than me. Don't ask me why I know this, but I will tell you that when you have a sister you are certain to pick up on a few things. But this dress wasn't Tori's, that's for sure. One, for I would never let her in to my bedroom let alone my apartment, reason is for my own safety. Two, this dress wasn't her style. Tori would wear something 'sexy' and revealing, this dress was fitted someone cuter than her. Then I remembered something. I remember meeting a girl with strawberry blonde hair and the most beautiful baby blue eyes I were seen. Mate, was the thought that crossed my mind when I thought about her. Being a werewolf means that you are half wolf and half human, so you can say my wolf is a part of me, but also someone completely different from me. The wolf act based on instincts than by using his brain like I normally do. Now the wolf was not only telling me he felt sexual attraction for a girl I don't remember, but also sees her as my mate. I shook my head; trying to tell myself that there no way she could be my mate. I don't know her, hell I don't even remember her name. How the hell was she supposed to be my mate?

Apparently I was so lost in my own thoughts that I almost didn't car to listen to the sounds coming from my kitchen. Danger was immediately messaged to my brain telling me someone else was in my apartment. I walked quietly into the kitchen, not that I made a lot of sounds to begin with. I have always been a quiet kid and now that I'm an adult I can walk up to someone without him or her even noticing I was there.

When I entered the kitchen I was met up with the biggest surprise or rather shock today, and it was only seven am in the morning. In my kitchen there stood a woman, many probably would have mistaken her for a much younger girl, and she was making breakfast. What the hell?

Her back was facing me, but her waist-long hair had small curls in it. She didn't hear or noticing me coming into the kitchen as I approached her. I didn't know her, but as I walked closer the strong smell of vanilla entered my brain. I may not know personally, but my brain and more surprising my heart remembered her. It was strange it's like I have known her for long time, but I couldn't somehow connect the dots together. When I was so close I could touch her, she turned around and was completely taken by surprise about my presence in the room. She stumbled back was about to fall down on the ground, when I grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. I had to be careful not to use my full strength on her or else she would have ended up crashing to the wall.

"You surprised me. Oh…wait a sec," she said, and turned her attention to the coffee machine and handed me a cup of new coffee. It smelled delicious, since it has been a long time since I drank homemade coffee because I never had time because of work. "Thank you," I mumbled and took a sip from the cup. She smiled and said, "Thank you for grabbing me before I fell."

It was nice being with her, having her here in my apartment. Then I realized that this was wrong way of thinking. I didn't know her or even knew why she was in my apartment. I didn't wait to ask her, so I said: "Who are you and why are you in my apartment?"

Her cheeks turned red when I asked her my question, like she was embarrassed of something. I thought at first she would run or dodge the question, but she did something unexpected from my side of perspective and said shyly, "I'm Chloe, and apparently I'm your wife."

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