You’re not my mate!

IRA POV’S

The scene of what happened a while ago played wearily inside my head and I couldn't take it away. He was hot, I admitted but I was sure he wasn't the main Alpha Micha that Zel had talked about. I could tell we shared the same connection which I couldn't detect. All I knew was that I got attached to him and I felt the same for him too.

I had to put away the thought since I needed to forget about it. I made my way up the stairs that led to Micha's room as directed and I felt my skin growing goosebumps. Zel had made sure I was well cleaned up after she bought me from the criminals and I just couldn't believe how I turned out to be. Pretty.

My nervosity rose when I got to the don't and I smelled his fragrance. I was satisfied, well, I've been okay with the people's auras in this pack. They were intimidating and I could tell the pack would be filled with a nourishing scent like the ones I had smelled.

I heaved a heavy sigh and reached for the door, hesitated a little bit before I decided to push it open.

Standing beside the door, I could see the handsome man, tiredly sleeping on his bed and I got so intense watching him that I didn't know when he raised himself from the bed to look at me.

He made a face before he sprang up from the bed and started to pave towards me. I tried to maintain my stance to avoid me looking like a lost lad but I was wrong.

The first thing he did when he came closer was to reach out for my face and I flinched in sanitation.

"Relax, pretty." His voice was gentle. He then cupped my face with his hand but I looked away. His eyes were dangerous.

Suddenly, his facial expression changed at once. There was a vicious look in his eyes. I went pale instantly.

"Who! Who kissed you?" The anger in his tone was like hot steel.

I jumped visibly.

He was furious and I could see he was struggling to hold his anger in.

Alpha Micah waited for me to respond but there was nothing I could say. Lying to him wasn't an option.

He pulled closer and gasped in shock. "Farrell?!"

I didn't know who Farrell was but judging by the look on his face it had to be the same guy from earlier.

I tried to explain but I was still confused. What could I say to him? I was in the dark as much as he was.

He took a breath then released me and walked to the bed. He was no longer angry. He was hurt.

"Do you know who you are?" He focused on the far wall.

"I'm nobody. Just an orphaned kid who had been unlucky enough to fall into the hands of slavers," I told him and I could read his facial expressions. He was happy with my response.

Alpha Micah shook his head after I was done talking. There was a look on his face that showed he knew more than I did. That wasn't possible.

"You are royalty. The heir to one of the greatest royal families. You were taken from your home by the man currently sitting on my throne."

His words sent cold chills running down my spine. My legs buckled and felt weak. I had to walk to the bed and sit on it for support.

"The pendant you wear is passed down to the heir of your family."

I touched it and gasped.

What he was saying made sense. It was strange to me but I could tell by the way he said it that he wasn't just trying to be funny.

"You're meant to be my mate." I stiffened at this. "We are destined to be together. Once I mark you, I can take back my throne with you as my Luna."

There was something wrong with this part of the story. I could tell because of how I felt when I got close to the guy he had called Farrell.

But I didn't say anything.

The look of hurt in his eyes disappeared suddenly. His eyes glowed with the spark of someone who had gotten an idea.

What did he have up his sleeves? I thought as he got up and walked towards me with a sinister grin on his face.

I gulped. The grin on his face wasn't really that friendly. They looked like he was about to commit some crimes that shouldn't be committed.

He got to me in no time and gripped my shoulder. "Do you know what I'm about to do?" he requested and I was left to shake my fragile head at him. Why would I know what he was up to?

As if he read my mind, he answered, "I'm about to claim you."

"Claim me!" I shrieked and his face fell into an expression I couldn't explain but I was sure they were not something good.

I watched him pull back a little, like a scared abandoned kid because the face wasn't looking all good. I thought he wanted to claim me.

He closed the distance between us again and sniffled my body which made me uncomfortable and I flinched a little, not like I could escape him after all. He didn't mind my expressions and continued to sniff his nose around me and just then he finally pulled away.

"You're not my mate?" The question came out more like a whisper so I didn't focus on his words but on his voice that had suddenly turned so husked. Apart from that, I could see his eyes turning dark and just then he let out a massive grunt that made me confused.

He said I wasn't his mate so what next? I would be taken back to the slave house? Or will I be sold out again?

I watched him swirl around and walk to his opened window. He stood in front of it gazing out to the bright day and uttered. "Not being my mate doesn't mean you can't be my Luna," he uttered.

"Does that mean I still have to stay here?" I asked out of my subconscious.

He twisted his head over his shoulders to face me, "Don't be scared, you'll be my Luna from now on," he conceded and fully turned to face me. His eyes were looking calm and hostile now so I guess he meant each word he told me. I wasn't going to be a slave any longer.

He sauntered to where I was and walked past me a little. "I'm going to meet Farell and ask him the reason, you both shared a kiss. Stay here Zel will be back to look at you," he uttered, pulled the door, and walked out of the room, leaving me in a daze.