Alpha Forbidden Mate

The blue lights flickered like restless spirits across the club’s smoky air. Bodies moved in sync with the beat—wild, desperate, like the music was the only thing keeping their hearts from breaking.

Bass thundered through the walls, drowning out voices and thoughts. No one came here to talk. Only to forget.

Stanley stood at the edge of the chaos, still as stone. He wasn’t here to dance. He wasn’t here to drink. He was just… existing.

His eyes scanned the crowd, but his mind wasn’t in the room. It was back at the pack house, trapped in that moment that replayed like a curse.

"How can you reject every mate and still have the audacity to reject me?!"

The Luna’s voice had cracked with rage. Her words were knives—and Stanley had let every single one slice through him in silence.

He hadn’t spoken. Hadn’t blinked. Just watched her.

Then she’d shoved him. Hard.

His body staggered a step back—not from the force, but from the shock. No one touched him like that. Not even her.

But still, he said nothing.

Back in the club, a girl laughed too loud. A boy spilled his drink. The night moved on.

But Stanley didn’t even move his body—even to the bass music.

"Hey!" Stanley felt a gentle tap on his shoulder—one that sent chills.

He turned slowly.

It was a young man, around his 20s.

Stanley didn’t let out a word, not even to the strange guy who wanted his attention.

"You’ve been standing here all alone. What’s the issue?" the young man asked, with a slightly feminine voice.

Stanley let out a little smile.

Here was the human world. He was restricted from a lot of things—things that he wanted to do.

The young man looked too human. His physical.

"Don’t you, like… talk?" The young man did almost all the talking.

Stanley just stood, adding only smiles to his face.

The young man held Stanley’s hand. Stanley immediately looked at him. The bond struck.

They both lifted their heads at the same time. Something flickered in their eyes.

"Did you—" Stanley wanted to talk but held himself back.

"What’s wrong?"

He wasn’t feeling the bond. He was human.

How can a wolf be mated to a human?

"What’s your name?" Stanley finally asked.

"Joshua," he replied.

He held onto Stanley’s hand and made his way toward an empty seat.

Stanley’s heart beat hard and sharp, almost loud enough to be heard outside his chest bracket.

"Okay, Mr. Handsome, can I get your name at least?" Stanley nodded.

"You can call me Stanley!" A smile spread across his face while saying his name.

"Ehhhh..." Joshua adjusted forward, trying to get what he was saying.

Stanley came closer, shouting his name into his ear.

"Stanley. You got a nice name." Joshua let out a chuckle, sitting back down properly.

Stanley kept that smile but never blushed for a second.

"Here is noisy. Can we go outside and talk better?" Stanley said, with his voice louder than the last.

Joshua stood up at the word, same with Stanley. They both held hands, standing under the light of the club. They looked into each other's eyes.

Something about Joshua made Stanley’s body scream out.

He’s cute—brown eyes, curly hair that covered his eyebrows, a strong chin, and abs very much visible from his male crop top and baggy pants.

"What's that?" Joshua leaned forward slowly, heart catching.

Before Stanley could say a word, he felt his lips on his. He tried to resist and call out that touch, but it felt almost half impossible. He followed the game dearly and calmly.

"Wow, gay couples." A female voice cut them both out of the session.

Stanley felt guilt within. He just never expected this from himself—not in public.

"So, sorry." The girl pleaded.

Stanley faced his head downward.

Joshua held him by the hand and made his way out of the club.

The thought of what just happened couldn't leave his head.

"You shouldn’t have kissed me," Stanley said, still holding hands with Joshua. "I might not be into it."

Joshua let out a smile—or maybe a little chuckle.

"You stood at the gate spot, and you were just perfect."

Stanley looked at him, his heart pounding heavily.

"What spot?"

"Seems like you're new to the club."

Stanley nodded.

"Yes, my first time."

"That's good for you."

Stanley nodded again.

Joshua still held his hand, but this time like two couples heading to the altar for vows.

"That spot is known as GL SPOT, for gay and lesbians."

"Okay, that explains it."

"So, are you top or bottom?" Joshua asked.

Stanley held his word for a few minutes.

He’s the Alpha of his pack and supposed to be mated to the Luna of the pack—not to some human boy he met at the club.

"You there?"

"Sure!"

"You haven’t answered my question."

"I'm bottom, but not the power one—still tight and nice to rim."

Joshua chuckled hard and playfully touched Stanley’s nipple.

"Bad kid."

He chuckled.

"So you make out at first meet?" Joshua asked.

"No, I have self-respect and integrity."

Joshua rolled his eyes.

"Okay then, that's not a problem with me once that’s not a problem with you."

"Thanks for understanding!"

Stanley’s phone buzzed. He quickly dipped his hand into his pocket. It was his night sleep reminder.

"I’d have to start going immediately. I have a morning interview to catch," Stanley said.

"Okay then." Joshua dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out a well-printed gold and silver card and handed it over. "Call me."

Stanley accepted the card and put it into his pocket. "I’d definitely."

Stanley wanted a better life for himself and a position in his own pack and world. He never knew something hid between those walls he tried to hide himself in.

Joshua walked away into the darkness of the night, while he stood there, heart racing with thoughts.

"If you don’t be my mate, you’d never become anything here!"