Chapter 1

If it was darn possible; I woke up with a wide grin plastered on my face, not minding how my cheeks slightly hurt from stretching its muscles. 

Usually when I came face-to-face with the morning's bright rays, my eyes would barely open in slits, sedated and disorientated like a zombie as my body would move uncoordinated, ambling towards the bathroom to prep myself in facing the new day like any other; with a built-in mental 

checklist ticking off every action when it was done. 

Today, though, was different- with various exceptions. 

I had every reason to show my elation with a massive show of my pearly white teeth for the whole freaking world to see. 

It's a special occasion, one that was rightfully deserved to be happy about. 

I, Keller David Madsen, a werewolf and heir to the Alpha seat of the Madsen Pack, had turned eighteen years old. 

Uhuh, you bet your ass there, sexy. 

Today is my birthday and the day I will meet my destined one. 

My mate. 

The very person that I'd be bound to for as long as I could live and breathe. 

I was known for many names; player, man whore, douche bag, jerk and other deplorable names you could think of. I was, after all, playing the field like any teenage guy in such cliche environment 

So now, my reign of sexiness ends today. 

Which means: a) No more hooking up; b) No more flirting with anything that has boobs and a vajayjay; c) Concentrate in seeking my mate; d) Be a responsible adult, and e) All of the above - I made this part up just for the heck of it. 

These conditions, as depraved as they sound to any young hormonal guy, were laid out by my daddy dearest, a deal that we had come to an understanding once I turned eighteen. My dad had let me have my fun when I hit puberty; when I first grew pubic hair on my balls (excuse the bluntness), found girls' boobs and legs, an interesting piece of specimen and a collection of porn stacked underneath my bed- still do and growing. 

It was a fair compromise and I didn't have any qualms about it. 

Being tied down to one girl was unknown territory; new and treaded carefully if such experience was uncharted. I haven't had a proper relationship, a serious one to say the least and I asked myself, could I really handle a stabilized relationship with my destined one? 

With the fact that I had jumped from one girl to another, I guess I'll cross that bridge when I get there. 

The mating, however, that brought in with it sounded appealing- someone that was only meant for me to pleasure with great heights and I'd be damned if I disappoint her with my sexual prowess. 

One thing my destined one should know is that I had talented digits- insert a wink in there. 

Eager to face this special day, I maneuvered to get up from my bed, but something was impending my movements; a constricting feel around my waist. 

I looked down to check what it was. It wasn't something but someone; a dainty arm wrapped across my waist from behind and I hadn't noticed that someone was peppering my back with kisses. 

I guess I forgot I had a random one on my bed. 

Not bothering to remove the bindings, I managed to turn around and confront the random who was, to my surprise, not a random at all. 

Familiar crystal blue eyes, tousled wavy blond hair, define cheekbones that enhanced her looks strikingly and plump red lips that I had graced countless of times when I'm pissed drunk in a party, in school and all inconspicuous places I could think of. 

My girlfriend, Jenna Everson. 

Eldest daughter of my dad's Beta and school's head cheerleader- a bitchy one at that. 

It made sense to be with her because she was popular and everyone expected us to date, but honestly, I was just in it for physical intent and purposes- not that I ran out of supplies. It wasn't that we were faithful or something, heck no we weren't! I did my thing and she did her own and we were cool. She just loved the idea of being with me because I was head honcho in school and the fact that I was the heir to being Alpha was icing to the cake. 

The power couple thing made her immensely giddy to the point she would cum herself to death. 

The problem now was how to break up with her without screeching my ears off like a freaking banshee. 

This was the annoying part in playing the field- breaking up with someone. No matter how you want to break it off without hurting the other, no matter the longevity of such a relationship; short or long, it is the same damn thing. Hurt was hurt and with that, you earned yourself colorful names under the sun. In my experience, it was a litany. 

However, breaking up with Jenna would be different, I guess. She'd get over it by sleeping with another guy as a rebound. She had tons to choose from her booty call list and she was set for life- figuratively speaking. 

Now on with the theatrics. 

Giving her my most dazzling smile, I greeted her with my most sensual of tones. "Good Morning, beautiful." Man, that was Oscar winning material right there. 

She smiled back flirtatiously and responded, "Good Morning, handsome." Tell me something I don't know. 

I kissed her nose and pulled back to look at her again. I had to maintain the endearing facade before 'shit hit the fan' happens. "Did you sleep well?" 

She sighed in contentment. "Like a baby." 

'Here comes the dreaded line,' I thought bemusedly. To ease it up a bit, I raised my hand to cup her cheek, grazing her cheekbones softly with my thumb. She closed her eyes, leaning in to my touch and I wondered... is she acting too? She was my female version- conniving and a flawless liar, but whatever so I tucked that thought away for now. I pressed my full body length to her then spoke the words which I was sure she would figure out their meaning- if she was dumb enough not to but then again, she was an airhead- bitchy, but easy. 

"Jenna," I started, low and husky. "We need to talk." 

To prove my point, she giggled. See what I mean? Her cluelessness confirmed the size of her brain- which is a peanut. "What about?" she asked giddily. 

With a fake dramatic sigh, I dropped my hand that grazed her cheek and smiled sadly; going in for the kill. 

"We need to break up." 

It took her a full minute to let my words sink in. She was rigid like a flag pole in that span of time, dazed with her mouth slightly parted. 

I was seriously considering she had gone retarded. 

After regaining her full state of mind, her face contorted, resembling into the likes of a mad looking chihuahua, and I was unsure of my reaction; to laugh or be scared. 

I choose neither, just to be on the safe side. 

"What?!" she shrieked then scrambled out of my bed like it was hot coal. She stood there, stark naked, but that was not the issue as of the moment. I needed her to chill out and discuss this like mature adults. 

Yeah right. 

I got out of my bed, feeling the cold draft slapping into my bare skin as I went to the other side of the bed where a furious looking Jenna stood; ready and itching to wring my neck. 

She was seething, heavily breathing as she glared fiery holes of hatred into my eyes and I felt like choking on my spit. I was right about breaking up with Jenna would be different but not this suicidal different. 

As I approached her cautiously, I said, "Honey, calm down." They said calling scorned females with sweet names helped in lessening the hurt. I just hope it worked on Jenna. 

Not. 

She snorted. "Don't you honey me, asshole," she spat out angrily, and hey! Was there a need for name calling? Okay, I let it slide since I deserved it. 

"I'm sorry, but this is for the best, Jen," I reasoned with her with my innocent doe eyed stare- we guys do it better. "I'm eighteen now and you know how it is. I will meet my mate soon and I promised my dad that I will..." I paused, making hand flourishing gestures to insinuate our situation,"you know, so we need to break up." 

I added, "Besides, you'll meet your mate too when you turn eighteen," and then shrugged. 

Unfortunately, she didn't understand. In fact, she said the unthinkable. "You can deny your mate, Kel. We have a connection and I'm sure you know that we belong together. Don't you feel it?"she insisted desperately. 

That was so melodramatic of her. If I did feel the connection, I wouldn't have broken up with her in the first place. Was she even crazy for suggesting the impossible? 

I snorted. "Psh! The only connection I feel is when my outdoor plumbing is connected to your tunnel." 

Here was the kicker; Jenna pulled a hissy fit. She stomped her foot like a petulant child and screeched out in indignation. "No no no! That can't be! We have to be together! You have to deny your mate!" 

I really had enough of her stubbornness, much dealing with her prissy attitude. If she didn't understand that then it's her problem from here on. Every werewolf in our society should know that it is wrong to deny what was destined for them. I know some of the werewolves in our pack denied their mates because they weren't ready for a lifetime commitment. They were a bunch of idiots, but in the end, they'd always find their way back to what was theirs. 

A werewolf bond is too strong to be ignored. 

"No, Jenna. That is going against nature. I can't possibly deny my destined one to make way for you." 

She fumed. "YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY! NO ONE WILL TAKE WHAT IS MINE!" 

That did it. I didn't want to use my ability to command for inherit the Alpha gene, but she was beyond caring now. I got up all in her face, not giving two shits for invading her personal space. 

"You will not make me deny my mate. I was never yours and never will be," I said in a calm tone but leaked with authority. 

She almost buckled at the power behind my words; like an unknown force pulling her to the ground unwillingly but still had the audacity to defy otherwise. Where was the respect in that? None. If using my Alpha tone on her doesn't scare her one bit, I don't know what to do anymore. 

She composed herself and insisted again. "I can make you, and you belong to me. No one else." 

Jenna was definitely a spoiled brat. Her what-she-wants-she-gets attitude was annoying to the umpteenth degree. If things didn't go her way, she would go to extreme lengths just to make everything right on her terms. 

But this, she couldn't do anything and she knew it full well. Blowing up a fuse was the result of her desperation just to be with me. 

"No," I said simply, with a tone of finality. 

Jenna tried to retort back but she was like a fish out of water as she opened her mouth and then closed it. As nothing smart ass came out of her mouth, she opted for something easy. She picked up her clothes that were strewn on the floor, got dressed fast and breezed towards my bedroom door. 

As soon as her hand touched the doorknob, she glanced over her shoulder and stared at me with intent. There was an unrecognizable glint in her eyes which had me uneasy but either way, I could care less. 

"You will regret this, Keller Madsen. You will regret dumping me," she said rather calmly with her threat, but what could she do? Bite my furry ass? 

I rolled my eyes. "Is there anything else?" 

She shrieked out in frustration then wrenched the door open, got out of my room and shut it rather hard. Her thundering footsteps and strings of expletives reverberated throughout the house and the best sound of all, the sound of the front door opening then closing, sealing our fate. 

She was finally out of my life. 

With a sigh, I flopped back to my bed and closed my eyes. 

What a great way to start my birthday. 

And I did with a bang, naked as hell.