CHAPTER FIVE | PLEASE, HAVE A VAGINA

ALPHA NATE

The scent was coming from a guy... the mate scent was coming from a man.

“What the hell is going on?" I ask tentatively.

The blonde girl I thought was my mate shuffles over to me, gently pushing the guy out of the way. “Alpha Nate. I've heard so much about you and I must say, the tales didn't do justice to your good looks. I'm Charlotte but you can call me Charlie. It truly is a pleasure to meet you." She finishes by stretching her manicured fingers towards me.

Even with a voice that could make any man's dick leak at the sound and a body that could give an impotent man an erection, I don't pay Charlie any attention. My gaze is fully fixed on the guy behind her.

“Leave," I order, not being able to take my eyes off the man.

Charlie hits the shy looking man on the shoulders gently but repeatedly. “He asked you to excuse us." She tells him in excitement.

“I was talking to you, Charlotte. Excuse us, I have business to deal with him. I'll come find you when I'm done."

There's no way in hell I wouldn't make sure I tapped that ass but first, I need to get to the bottom of whatever is going on here.

With a huff and a disappointed pout, Charlie walks off, finally giving the guy and I privacy.

I silently observe the man in front of me for a while, not sure of what to say.

He can't be older than 18. His short blonde hair is hanging on his head and it's obvious he just started growing it after a buzz cut. He's neither short nor tall and he rocks a loose fitted round neck with some shorts.

I hate to admit it but he looks good.

What am I saying? What the fuck has gotten over me.

My palms suddenly become sweaty, and my skin feels clammy for no reason at all.

Feeling like an absolute pussy for having such physical and emotional reaction, I ask my question the same way a high ranking military man would bark orders to his subordinates. “Who the fuck are you?"

My harsh voice startles him, making him squeak. He rubs his palm on his shorts and refuses to look into my eyes.

He mumbles something under his breath, something I don't catch which only makes me more aggravated.

“Speak up, mutt." I growl.

“I am a nobody who turned out to be your mate." He mumbles then adds, “Obviously with an eye roll."

“My mate?" I say, my brows furrowing and mouth opening in shock.

I try to say something. Anything at all but my vocabulary seems to have gone on a vacation.

“My mate." I repeat, finally wrapping my head around the news.

“Goddess forbid," I exclaim, jumping away from him like an African mother that just got told she lost her child.

The guy giggles. “Ironic, isn't that? The big, bad, ruthless, homophobic Alpha is secretly gay."

I shake my head like I'm trying to chase off a swarm of bees surrounding my head. “No. Hell No. You're fucking crazy. I'm not gay. I'm not fucking gay. I'm a man. A real man. I can't be mated to you. I'm not mated to you. Never. Not in this life and any other life. You're delusional." I say, not sure if I am trying to convince him or myself.

He scoffs, “I am Blake, thanks a lot for asking, mate." He sarcastically replies, ignoring my panic and rants.

“We ain't mates, Blake." I intended to say his name like it is hot coal on my tongue but it comes out soft and gentle... like a spoken lullaby.

I must be mad.

Blake doesn't reply immediately. Instead, he moves so close to me that I feel his breath on my neck.

I unwillingly shiver and curse myself for it in my head.

Blake takes my hands and sparks shoots up my arm and spreads to the rest of my body. “Do you feel that? You think that happens between random people?"

Once again, I'm left tongue-tied.

I watch as Blake stands on his tippy toes till he is at my eye level. Before I can react, Blake places his lips on mine.

I freeze. My soul freezes. Everything freezes.

I come back to my senses when he pulls at my bottom lip. I push him away with all the strength I could muster which isn't much since his kiss made my knees weak.

Blake falls to the ground a few steps away from me with an ‘oof.'

I look around, hoping no one saw what happened and fortunately, no one witnessed it.

“Something must be wrong somewhere. The moon goddess can't mate me with you. You are not my type. I am straight. Straight! I only do girls. How is this even possible? This must be black magic. You have casted a spell on me. Remove the spell before I have my guards seize you and torture my healing out of you."

I know I've lost my cool and calm demeanor but I don't give a fuck. I'll do anything as long as I'll be unmated to him and any other male in the future.

Blake gives me a ‘really' look as he helps himself off the ground. “If I have magic, I wouldn't be mated a homophobic bastard. If I had black magic, you'd be six feet under the ground."

I have never prayed in my 20 years of living but at the moment, I knew prayers would be needed to pacify the moon goddess for whatever crime I committed that made the moon goddess think it'd be funny to mate me to a man. “I know I've been living a fucked up life, Luna but please, forgive me. This punishment is more than I can bear. Before things get out of hand, stop this prank." I say to the sky.

I don't think I've ever said ‘please' in my life, nor have I begged anyone for anything but right now, I'll walk around my Pack as naked as the day I was born than have anything to do with the man in front of me... or any man for that matter.

I hastily touch Blake again. I'm disappointed to find out that the mate bond is still there.

I hold his hands pleading. “Please, tell me you have a vagina. Tell me you're actually a female with no boobs and a male appearance. For the love of everything holy, tell me you have a vagina and not a penis."