THE POWER I HOLD

Disgust.

He chomps on the last bit of the apple he had been eating before he saw me, with a simple flick of his wrist, he disposes of the core.

 “The alpha’s son? Not a chance.” he snorts,

The sound of his voice washes over me and I find myself shivering slightly. I hate to admit I can’t control my reaction.

 He sneers at me, the ring on his lip glittering under the moonlight.

It’s like he trapped me in a trance as he swings the hoodie back on his head, in a single fluid motion, he jumps down from the highest building in the entire pack lands.

 I rush to the edge of the latch, hand outstretched and ready to catch him, my mouth open in a silent scream.

 He lands soundlessly at the bottom, without hurting himself I see because he doesn’t slow down as he runs away.

 My heart is racing in my chest.

What just happened?? My mate is a man?? How??

My duty as an heir is to protect the pack, find my mate and bear an heir…

 Why…? How?

Groaning, I take the elevators at the back of the building, hoping to catch him. Maybe it was a her.

 I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

No, I think to myself, shaking my head and the thoughts away.

 Maybe it’s the hair, maybe her hair is so long and all over the place, plus, it’s dark out, I could have been mistaken.

 Following the hum, the song in my soul, whatever Holls called it, and I run.

I find guards running all over the place, scattered and screaming orders around.

 On the back of my neck, hairs stand on end. I can’t shake the feeling that the guards are searching for the same person I am.

 Catching one of the guards sworn to keep my identity a secret, by the arm, he frowns at me for a few seconds before recognition sparks in his irises.

 “My apologies young master Eddie, I couldn’t tell it was you.”

Yeah right. What he really wanted to say is, you’re wolf-less and therefore you have no scent on you, which makes you a suspect. I may not have the ability to hear them, but I can read facial expression, and I am an expert in deducing snark.

 “What is going on??”

Is my mate, who is totally a female okay??

“There was a sighting of rogues few minutes ago, we’re unsure how they broke in, but we are on a hunt for them as we speak.”

 My mate was crawling on the walls.

Surely, my mate is not a man and a rogue???

 “You should go inside, where it is safe, we will handle it.”

I swallow thickly.

My mate cannot be rogue.

 Yet, I point the opposite direction from he was heading, and I say,

“I saw one of them heading that way.”

He looks grateful as he barks orders, sending everyone in the wrong direction, and away from my mate.

 I feel like I betrayed my father.

Bile rises up in my throat.

 “No, it’s a misunderstanding, after you meet her, you’ll find that she came for the party, she’s no rogue.” I murmur to myself, waiting till everyone disappeared before running in the direction my mate had taken.

 For some innate reason, there’s a sweet smell in the air, the kind I cannot properly describe to anyone, but I know deep down inside my heart that this is the smell of my mate.

 It is after all coming from the same direction my body keeps getting pulled into.

Never have I stepped foot here, beyond the doors of the tower of the Alpha, I should be weary, I should go back to where it is safe, especially with rogues on the loose.

 Still, my feet carries me, the closer I get to my mate, the excited I become.

My father would love me again.

My father would accept me.

He would announce me to the pack as the heir…

 “Why do you keep following me??”

“AH!” I scream, jumping.

My hand flies to my chest at the sudden appearance of he-him.

 The hood has fallen off his face.

His brows are knit together, eyes darkened, nostrils flared,  jaw tensed as he grinds his teeth audibly.

 I swallow.

He is breath taking.

Under the moon light, I can see the brown of his irises, his high nose bridge, slant eyes, hair that falls perfectly tousled across his facial features, and the lip ring in the middle of his lower lip.

 My heart stutters in my chest, the hum below my skin is a buzz now, the urge to reach out and link our fingers together…

Snap out of it, he is a man.

He is in baggy pants, a see through tank top, with the cloak on top of it.

 I find myself swallowing.

There’s no record of any man with a man as his mate.

There’s no way the moon goddess would start with me, like Holls said, I am just a loser who stays in his tower, why would she toy with me like this??

 “You feel it too?”

His lip curls in disdain, and I feel the urge to run my tongue along his lip.

 What is wrong with me?? I have never had such urges, or thoughts ever!

I take a step back from how overpowering his scent is.

“Go home, alpha son, there’s nothing for you here.” he basically spits the word out.

I should do as he’s said, go home, pretend this never happened.

Since this is obviously a mix up on the moon goddess’s part.

 I just have to wait till my real mate appears, the female I am meant to spend the rest of my life loving.

 But something in his words, the way he spit them out, the way he looks at me, like I am some kind of gum under his shoes he has to scrape off..?

 That pisses me off.

“I asked a simple question, it’s a yes or no question really.” I say, taking a step forward.

We are almost the same height, I am taller but only slightly, but I am so grateful for this added advantage.

 But this does nothing to deter him, in fact, he seems to get even angrier.

“Go back to your tower, your highness, there’s nothing for you out here.”

The nick name grates on my nerves, and as much as I would like to kiss him, I want to punch him too.

 Nope.

No.

I don’t think about kissing boys.

Neither do I think about hitting other people. I pride myself with my ability to communicate my feelings properly with words, unless of course I have to communicate those feelings are towards my father.

 But nobody could really talk to the man, he is by far the greatest ruler that has ever lived, I live in awe of him every day. Our pack is only the most successful because of him, and one of my greatest fear is being Alpha after him, I will never fill his too large shoes.

 “I suggest you pick your next words carefully, since you know who I am, you know the power I hold.”

 He lets out a cruel laugh.

One that crawls up my spine and makes me cringe internally.

I have never used my position to threaten anyone, ever!

 Who is this boy and why is he turning me into someone I don’t recognize??

“Power drunk, full of himself, exactly like the father.”

I growl, pulling my arm back, I almost smash his face in, my fist halts inches away from his face.

 He glares at me.

My stomach lurches.

Even now, the urge to slam my mouth on his is overpowering.

I pull my hand away, taking a few steps back, I run my hands on my face, letting out a trembling breath.

 “Let’s start over, my name is Eddie Beaumont, and I may be…” I swallow, stretching out a hesitate hand, the word is stuck at the back of my throat but I force it out.

 “You may be my mate.”

“Fuck off.”