Author's Note: Hello! I'm throwing this out here unedited and rough because a friend said I should throw it out here to see if it's worth a read. I've had this idea in my head for years since I read a Harry Potter fanfic with a pack and I've randomly wrote snippets just to get it out of my head, but considering it's a Lycan theme, I figured it wouldn't be a must read.

This is where I first got my idea for a Christian, Ana, Elliot fiction, but thought it may be too out there. Let me know if it's a worthy read or if I should just trash it and keep it to myself.

Elliot

Here I am again... on another date. Just another one set up by my mother, who thinks it's time for me to settle down. I'll be 30 in six months time and she is worried sick that I'll end up a lonely old bachelor. It isn't as if I don't want to be attached, I've just always dreamed of finding my mate and I'm just not one of those lucky ones. My mother has told me to move on and find a nice woman that will make me happy. I'd rather fate step in to make me happy. But the older I get, the more unlikely my mate will come.

So, here I sit, listening to this gorgeous redhead across from me talk about her work in emergency medicine. She works alongside my mother at the hospital and she is smart, beautiful, and funny... but yet, I find myself uninterested. Over the last few months, I've found myself more and more uneasy and on edge for some reason. I don't know if it's because I'll be thirty soon and have yet to settle down and have children or if it's because I'm bored with the same damn thing every week of my life. My force is warning me about something, but it's not strong enough to tell me what. It has been generations since our inner force had been able to speak to us. My great grandfather was the last generation to have a Lycan force and I remember being small and having him tell me how powerful his force was and how many times it saved his life. He told us stories of his grandfather, who was the last generation who transformed. Now, our males are just big and strong with high IQ's. The fates still step in and mate us when we're lucky and I listened to my parents talk about it my whole childhood. Their bond is so strong and all I wanted was to have a bond like that. I guess you could call me a hopeless romantic in a way. My lifestyle would dispell that claim pretty quickly, though. What can I say? I spent the better part of my 20's in an angry, boozing bachelor way.

I don't want to spend the next decade the same way. Falling into bed with women who were way more interested in me than I was with them had its fun points, but more than a few ended up borderline stalkers. It's lost its sparkle and I'd rather use my hand every goddamned night than deal with another woman fake giggling at my terrible jokes and forced flirting.

It's hard not to take this whole mate thing personally. Why hasn't fate mated me with another from our lineage? Did I fuck up too bad growing up? I don't get it. I'm big, I'm strong, I'm smart, and I can feel my force pulsing through me. It's got to be something I fucked up along the way, right?

"So, Elliot, Grace tells me that you own your own company?"

I nod. "I started Grey Construction when I was 25." I learned at 19 that the only way I could get my anger and aggression out was by physical labor, so I started working with a construction company in Bellview. Eventually, I got sick of answering to other people, so I started my own. It's doing alright. I don't make my parents money by any means, but I have my own home, a truck, a boat, and two motorcycles. Plus I have a nice little nest egg in savings in case my company implodes.

"Wow. You're quite the overacheiver aren't you?"

I give her a polite smile. "I just don't like answering to anyone. Working for other people just isn't my thing."

"Really? But your mother says you're so laid back."

I grin. "I can be." I could be if I found my mate. "So, what made you decide to become an MD?"

I find myself getting more and more irritated as I sit here. My force feels like it's literally vibrating deep in my core. I don't understand what the fuck is happening, but I'm about to start panicking. I'm starting to worry it's warning me that something terrible is about to happen. It's bristling and I don't know how to fucking stop it.

I reach for my glass of beer and a pain slices through my wrist, making me drop my glass. Luckily I catch it before it topples over.

"Shit." I hiss, rubbing my thumb over the burn. Feeling it makes me look down. My heart practically stops. Across the inside of my right wrist is the name 'Anastasia' written in white like a scar. Below her name is an infinite symbol. Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck! My mate. Her name. Such a beautiful name. Young. If it's just now happening, it means today is her 18th birthday. How the fuck am I supposed to come across an 18 year old? At least it's a unique name. I wonder how we'll meet... Fate would never mate us if we weren't going to meet. Still, this Anastasia is unaware. Females don't get their mark until they're 21. The Lycans way of keeping their females safe. They aren't considered 'of age' until then. Fuck. Three years. Three long years before she's considered of age.

"Elliot? Hello! Elliot, are you okay?"

I look up at the woman across the table at me. A woman who doesn't have Lycan lineage. A woman I don't give a shit about all of a sudden.

"Yes. I'm sorry. I need to go. I just realized something. Please, enjoy another glass of wine on me and have a great evening." Reaching into my wallet, I drop two 100 dollar bills on the table between us.

"Oh, um, did I say something wrong?"

Standing, I give her a true smile. "No. You didn't do anything wrong. You've been great. Thank you for spending the evening with me." Leaning down, I press a kiss to her cheek.

"Okay...?"

I leave her at the table, heading toward the exit with a spring in my step. I've got my mark and I couldn't be any fucking more ecstatic than I am right now. I've waited a decade for this... and I will wait until fate decides to bring us together. Until then, I need to work on myself. I need dive deep in my company and make sure that we're financially stable for our future together.

Christian

I stare at my left wrist, the new brand still burning. I have a girl in my playroom, tied up and waiting for me, but I can't stop staring down at the name. Anastasia... so fucking beautiful. I honestly didn't care about mating with anyone considering my background, but I still find my heart pounding with more excitement at this mark than I have experienced in the last decade with this lifestyle. I was shown this lifestyle as a teenager and I haven't known anything else. It's all I've ever known and has been so exciting, familiar, and calming at the same time... but this Anastasia makes me feel whole. I've never felt this way before... and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. I don't even know her. I know she's young. I know she has no idea I'm here, loving her already. I know I can't do this to her. God damn it. I can't fucking do this and I don't even know this girl.

I force my eyes off of the mark on my arm and drop the ice I was retrieving from the kitchen so I can make my way back toward the playroom. This submissive has to go. I won't cheat on Anastasia. I couldn't bear to. Fuck, I'm panicking.

"Sir?" She hears me open the door of the playroom.

"I'm here." I start releasing her from the sex swing I just bound her in. My hands are shaking, but I do my best to sound cool and calm. "Things have changed. Our contract is over. It's nothing you've done. Once I untie you, you'll get dressed and retrieve your personal items to leave. I'll have everything in your room boxed up and mailed to you. Your Audi is yours. You may keep it."

"I... I don't understand." I pull the blindfold off of the brunette beauty and see her pouting. "What happened? Did I do something to upset you?"

"I've already said it's nothing you've done. I got some news that can't be postponed. I'll give you your weekly allowance for your full six months in a lump sum on Monday, alright? I'll even give you extra for breaking the contract." Just get out of my fucking house so I can panic in peace.

"Thank you, sir, but that's not what this lifestyle is all about. I loved having you as a dominant."

I smile and tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. "I love hearing that. I hope your next will be even better to you. I truly am sorry." Boy am I sorry. She's a beautifully kinky girl with an ass that lights up so nicely when I strike it and a pain tolerance so high I haven't managed to break it.

I clench my jaw at the realization that I don't even care anymore. My control is wavering and it's only been a few minutes since her name appeared on my wrist. I'm in this lifestyle for the control and it has just fucking imploded.

What the fuck am I going to do now?