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Chapter Seven: Your Alpha

DOMINIK's POV

Kill him. 

Kill him now.

Break his fucking neck.

How dare he speak about my mate like that??

Those were the thoughts in my head while I squeezed harder against the neck of the man my mate called her father.  Him wheezing in pain had my wolf growling in pleasure.

Kill. He seemed to tell me. 

Snap his neck! He echoed in my head and I was so close to doing it.

“Please..”

I heard her voice again.

My mate.

My mate with the black shiny hair, with the bright blue eyes and some kissable lips that had me wanting to pin her against the wall until those lips turned from those light pink to red. 

My mate.

My mate who was an omega.

Weak and certainly submissive to a stupor.

WEAK.

I did not want a weak mate. 

A weak mate would not compliment someone like me. I really did not want her.

I could not go against the mate bond though, to want her or not. I had to keep her close to me as much as I could allow.

She was going to be a burden I did not want. I could feel it.

Just as much as I didn’t want her or feel she was suitable for me, I could still feel myself gravitating towards her, towards her voice. Towards her scent.

Flowers. She smelled like flowers, a mix of exotic flowers I did not know, flowers I knew I would spend time searching for.

I did not know I had gradually lessened my grip on the man till I heard his choking cough.

Pathetic.

That was what I was becoming. Because of an omega.

I thought the moon goddess had… more in stock for me.  Guess not.

With disdain, I dropped the stupid man and he quickly bowed his head in silent and fearful submission.

I turned to her, my mate. Claire.

My eyes were cold and unseeing when I said. “We leave in five.”

I would not take any more hesitations and reluctance from her. 

How dare she embarrass me this way?

I should have been the one hesitating.

She was the omega, I was the alpha.

She was not looking at me though. This omega. She kept staring at her father.

The bastard.

“How could you…” she muttered.

I respected her at that moment, even if it was grudgingly.

She was not crying, she still had her chin up in a proud pose. She would not break down. Not now.

At least not here. I could see that in her eyes. 

A stupid part of me wanted to hug her and pull her behind me to protect her.

I blamed that on my horny wolf and shoved that thought away.

I looked her over once more before inching my head towards one of my favorite pack enforcer, Luis.

“Take her.” I muttered and turned to walk out.

The whole pack house was as silent as a graveyard apart from Luis who was whispering soft, comforting words to Claire, no doubt trying to get her to come with him. 

She did not have a choice, she would have to go with us.

Just before I walked out again, I heard the voice of the alpha that was slowly starting to piss me off.

“What else… what else can we give?” He asked, voice a bit shaky. “What can we give in return… for her, Alpha?” 

I looked back at him, I saw the way he looked at my mate, the longing, the sadness, the lust.

I fisted my hands so hard that I felt blood seep into my fingernails. 

Kill him.

“Nothing.” I said instead. “I want nothing in return for my mate.”

I was not quite done, so I walked -or maybe stalked - towards him. 

I felt him cower a bit in response when I leaned in close to his ears. “Question me one more time and I would take that as a challenge.”  I paused and then on second thought, I said, “Look at my mate for one more second and your eyes will not belong to you anymore.”

Even though my words were whispered, I knew the whole pack heard my threat to their alpha and as I straightened, I smirked at the hushed silence in the house.

None of them would ever be brave enough to try to challenge me. They knew what the outcome would be.

It would not just end with the challenger alone. It would not end with just one pack house and the whole members burned to the ground. 

It would be a lot worse than that.

I looked everyone in the eyes as I turned back again and without a word or a glance to my mate who I noticed was being held gently by Luis, I walked out of the house and towards the black jeep I arrived in.

The door was opened for me and I got in, silently amused at the fact that my mate was not kicking and screaming in protest at being led out, to be with me.

It was obvious she did not want to mate with me and while my wolf was furious about that, a very demented part of me could not help but be amused. 

The little defiant omega.

Silently she was escorted into the car and beside me. I looked at her.

She did not look like she was silently accepting her fate, she also did not look like she was afraid.

I saw the look in her eyes and almost laughed. 

Oh no, my mate looked like she could be planning several ways to kill me.

I gave a nod towards Luis to drive.

Then on instinct, I turned to Claire again.

She still would not look at me.

Instead she stared hard ahead, fingers clenched on her laps, lips bitten till it had turned a good shade of red

I almost groaned at the sight. 

Why did she have to look so good even like that?

I wanted to hear her voice, apart from when she was pleading with me, she had completely dismissed me.

Not looking at me, not talking to me.

It made me want to murder someone.

How dare she??

She was supposed to be my mate! She was supposed to be dying for my attention.

Not this one though, such pride for a lowly omega.

Before I could think too much on the issue, I opened my mouth.

“You are fucking your Alpha?” I asked and then winced internally.

That was definitely not what I had in mind.

“What?” 

Her eyes zeroed in on me and it was not the look I wanted to see. I wanted to see sexy and pleasing.

She looked at me like I might be mad. Her eyes were wide incredulously. 

“You are fucking Enzo, are you not?” I kept up my stupid flow of words.

Fucking brilliant if you ask me.

“What are you talking about?” Claire glared at me, not looking anything like a submissive omega. She looked insulted. 

Or was it a mate thing?

Now curious, I leaned closer to her, lips almost touching. “I saw the way he looked at you… what is your relationship with him?” It was extremely hard for me to not brush my lips against hers, to taste her.

“He is a friend.” She seethed, looking like she could punch me.

“A friend that fucks you occasionally?” I was being a bastard, I could not help it. It was in the blood, it came with the name and family. 

“What are you implying?” 

“Alpha.”

“What?” She frowned and I clarified.

“What are you implying, Alpha?” 

She looked away, a small scoff leaving her lips. “You are not my Alpha.” She argued.

At that, I felt my wolf gear up furiously. Such disregard. Such…

Such defiant eyes.

I grabbed her chin harshly and pulled her to look me in the face. “I am your mate, that makes me your alpha and you will recognize that.”

I poured in waves of my dominance against her and waited for her to shiver or cower in fear and submission. She did not.

“You will never be my alpha or my mate.” She spat, molten fire in her eyes. “Not with the way you disregard me with your eyes.”

“You are an omega, how do you expect to be treated?” I was genuinely curious at this point.

“I am a wolf, no one gets to tag me as an omega. I am your mate, you do not get to treat me like shit.” She fired back. 

I chuckled, amused and dropped her chin before sitting straight again.  

Such high dreams for a little girl.

For a little pretty girl.

“You should be honored, if anyone gets to reject anyone, it would be me.” Then I looked at her, growling. “You do not get to fucking reject me, you do not get to hesitate or feel sad about being with me. I am the most powerful alpha in the continent.”

“And the most deranged.” She muttered and a loud, shocked laugh escaped my lips.

“You have heard about me then.” I said.

“Who has not?” She rolled her eyes. “The world hears of everything you do, the killings, the trauma you release upon your enemies. The cities you burn to the ground. We hear everything.” 

Her voice was bitter as she said those things and I could not for the life of me understand why she felt that way.

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Cupcake 2u
I always feel like when there’s more than one POV too much is given away. At this point we already know how he feels. That mystery is gone. I do like the storyline though.
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