The Destined Alpha novel Chapter 4

Rolling my eyes, I scowl up at him. "I'm not your mate, Braxton. I thought we figured this out when your real mate walked in on you almost marking me at your seventeenth birthday about four months ago?" I spat.

Braxton is the son of my Father's Beta and once he heard about me being a runt, which meant I couldn't smell my mate in human form, he did everything he could to convince myself and everyone around us that he could sense that I was his true mate. He had a thing for me before he found out, these news just made it easier for him to "win" me over. He made an effort to get me to go out with him a few times and we ended up dating for a few months. But when his birthday came around and he could finally smell his mate, he made sure I believed that it was him.

I regret ever talking to him. He was my first boyfriend and that night he almost marked me. His teeth grazed my neck when his mate from a neighboring pack came in, obviously following his scent, and growled at me mumbling "mate". I looked at him and he had the look that every wolf has when they find their mate, the look of love. He also possessed the "oh shit" look. I slapped him so hard across the face it made my hand bleed. I was so mad at him, I stayed in my room for days living off junk food and only leaving my room to go to the bathroom. I wasn't mad that he lied, I was mad that I actually believed him. I was vulnerable to where I almost lost the ability to actually have my true mate. I was also mad at the fact that the Man in the Moon decided to make me a Runt. Mad that I couldn't be just like any other werewolf, I had to be challenged, to have the ability to sense my mate in human form stripped from me.

"Well, you would've been if I had succeeded in marking you. I know you enjoyed the feeling of my hands and kisses...everywhere." He licked his lips and ran his fingers over my lower half. I held Ophelia closer to my body, without disturbing her playing her games. I cringed at the feeling of his hands on my body.

"Goodbye, Braxton." I managed to pull out of his hold and walk off but he didn't agree. He pulled me to him and pressed his hand to my butt. Ophelia dropped my phone and started to scream at the feeling of being crushed. "Braxton if you don't let me the hell go. I have a child in my arms," I protested trying to stay strong for Ophelia.

He just smiled and stood there. I couldn't pull away because I couldn't just drop Ophelia. But before I could yell for help, Braxton's grip loosened and he growled.

Finally letting go of my poor butt, he turned around to face the reason he stopped. "Can I help you?" He asked someone. I checked to make sure Ophelia was okay and calming her down.