The Bodyguard's Claim {manxman}

Prologue.

I could smell him, his rich, exotic scent that filled my nostrils and I found myself wishing for more of it. I smile as his far away scent wavered into my nostrils, the scent of alcohol, green apples and barbecue smoked chicken flew into my nose. I could see him glimpses of his fierce brown hair that was wild and untamed, his fiery hazel eyes that seemed defiant in every part of this world and his smooth, tanned skin that had a glow to it. He was gorgeous. 

Who was he?

I could almost taste him. He was so close, I could almost feel him in my grasp yet he was so far away, unreachable. "Where is he?" My wolf Amadeo hissed, the need for his mate killing him. He wanted his mate in his hands, to love, to cherish, to fuck senselessly into the morning. It was killing me not to have him in my arms, forming that beautiful soul bond that could never be severed. It was killing me to not have the same happiness that my pack members had, clutching the bellies of their pregnant wives. I wanted that too and I knew I was going to have to descend from my pack to get that happiness.

God damn. 

"Where is he?" 

I let out a deep, dark howl.

"He may be far away from me right now," I chuckled as the snarls of rogues filled my ears, the sounds of death making music to my ears. "But when I find him, he will be mine." I let out a deep, dark laugh before howling and descending into battle. The rogues whimpered in fear as I roared, the sound of my dominating voice ruling the forest.

I was on the quest to find my beautiful mate and I didn't care what I had to do to get him. If anything got in my way, it was up to me to terminate whatever it was. Nothing would get between me and my mate and I'll be damned if I let that happen. When I finally got my hands on him, oh the things that I was going to do to him.

I grinned mercilessly as my red wolf began to dash beyond the trees, chuckling at the sounds of the blood squirting out from the rogues, their result for trespassing on the lands of the Blazing Rage pack. 

After all, I was Mikhail Baranov and I always got the job done.