Kiss An Alpha novel Chapter 25

I felt an annoying pang of pity and the instant urge to comfort him. I shoved it down, however, and kept the glare on my face as I waited for him to continue.

Mason took a deep breath through his nose and softly said, "I don't mean to hurt anyone, you know. I have an Alpha Complex-it's a real thing, comes with being the alpha's son-and it makes me need to have control over every situation. I kind of...I kind of blank out for a bit. Then I do some things, say some things, cause some damage, and I don't know how to reverse any of it. I hate it, okay? I fucking hate it, but it happens. I'm not saying it's okay, I'm just..."

"Making excuses," I interrupted; I tried not to be swayed by his little speech, but my brain was screaming at me to accept it, even if I didn't fully understand it."If you want control so bad, why don't you control your 'alpha complex'? Huh?"

"Do you seriously think it's that easy?" Mason snapped. "I don't have a choice in anything about myself. You want to talk about unfair? It's unfair that I can't control myself sometimes and I hurt the people I care about. It's unfair that I don't get to pick who I fall in love with. It's unfair that I spent the last few years of my life trying to figure out who my-" Mason stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening. "Oh my god," he whispered; I cringed at the use of the deity's name. He was staring at me like I was holding him at gunpoint. "I have to go. Tell the girls I got sick or something."

Mason rushed out before I could say a word, and I was left to ponder what he'd said. My brain tried to make some logical sense of what little information he'd given, but it was like trying to assemble a one-thousand piece puzzle with only five hundred of the pieces. One sentence remained stuck in my head, as if it were stamped there.

Do you think I don't fucking hate myself for it every day?

mason

I hated crying.

I didn't cry often. I just wasn't the type of guy. But every now and then, when my emotions became really overwhelming, I couldn't help it.

Overwhelming was an understatement right now.

I felt like absolute shit, and it was no mystery why. Nobody could make me feel bad about myself like Kieran Callisto did. Not because he was the big bad vampire and hurt my feelings. No, I was done playing the victim. I felt bad because everything he'd said was true. I was manipulative, I was selfish, and I did hurt undeserving others to get my way.

I was honest when I said that I didn't mean to. But that didn't make me feel any better. I was downright awful, and the only person who saw that was the one person I wished didn't.

Also me.

Being with your mate could become a battle between what you are and who you love when it turns out that your mate is not just a different species, but a vampire no less. I'd seen relationships in the past between werewolves and humans, or pixies, or even mermaids. But vampires? That was taboo.

Once again, me.

The worst stereotype was the 'moment of recognition'. Discovering your mate in the first place isn't that easy. There's no moment of eye contact where fireworks go off in your head and you both run at each other in slow motion with Whitney Houston playing in the background.

I didn't even know it was Kieran at first. When I walked into Art on my first day, I felt something. It's indescribable, but every wolf knows when they feel it what it means, even if they're feeling it for the first time.