Rejected by my Cheating Mate, Mated With His Alpha King Dad

“Hey Elena! Here you are,” Chris said, approaching me with a glass of wine in his hand, which I simply retorted with a wide smile beaming radiantly as the lights flickered around the hall.

Today is my coming of age day - my eighteenth year old birthday that also matches with the crescent moon night. How blessed I am! And this same night, I’ll get to be marked by Brandon Thorne, the future Alpha King of Blood Moon pack and also the most gorgeous male wolf in the whole of Moon College- my mate and also my childhood crush. 

“Here darling, have some drink to celebrate your eighteenth year on soil,” Chris smiled, pushing the glass filled with a mixed cocktail drink into my hands. 

“Oh no, Chris. You know pretty well that I don't drink” I mumbled, pushing the glass aside. 

“You’re sure?” He drew the glass nearer, almost taking it up to his mouth. “You sure you're not going to regret not taking this?” He insisted, raising his eyebrow at me.

“No thanks, you can have the drink,” I replied, tilting my head around to catch a glimpse of the man of tonight—my mate, Brandon Thorne. 

I’m the type that doesn't drink; I’ve never for once taken anything alcoholic, although some of my friends in the college do take it even before they turn eighteen. And also, right here beside me is one—Chris Scott, Brandon's right-hand man and also a friend of mine. The future Beta to my mate which I'll get to be his future Luna after tonight's marking.

My face heated up as the constant thumps of my heart were already settling my stomach into a high leap —am I seriously becoming the future Luna of a powerful pack like Blood Moon?

Oh my, thanks to the moon goddess!

I must make sure to satisfy Brandon to his fullest tonight. That way I'll be able to show him what I can offer as his mate and as a Luna to his pack.

I cupped my cheeks in my hands, thinking of how Brandon’s leaned, muscled body would flatten my slender build tonight.

Come to think of that; I think I need to spike myself up, as Chris suggested. Just then, Chris was about to gulp the drink down his throat, but I was quick to snatch it from his hand, making a few spills over the table where we were seated. 

“What the fuck was that?!” He queried, his brow furrowed with his eyes spitting irritation. 

He’s sure a man of his bottle. Is already he getting mad over a snatched drink?

“I think I will have to take this” I raised the glass to his surprised face.

And without wasting any seconds before he’d extend and snatch the glass away from me. I gulp the entire content down my throat.

“What the fuck!” My face turned vile while I spit out the invisible remains lingering on my tongue. Is cocktail drink always this unpleasant?

This tasted so bitter!

I guessed Chris understood the oblivious side of me as his face was beamed with a wicked smirk. 

“Hot down the throat, right?” He asked before emptying another content into my glass. 

Damn it! I’ve always thought these darn alcoholic drinks would have a sweet taste to them but no! It's just a fucking bitter crap. 

“How do you guys manage having this like it’s some sort of water? It’s damn bitter” I murmured, squeezing my face in disgust as its taste lingered on my throat. 

“That’s the welcoming part of it dear. Take more, and you will soon be on top of the world.” he pushed the newly filled glass to my face.“Gulp it down, baby,” he instructed. 

“Seriously?”

Is Chris kidding me? How does he want me to cope with taking this bitter crap down my throat? Ohh, I fucking forgot who I was seated with- an alcoholic asshole. I shouldn’t have felt that at home with him, or I’d ended up missing tonight's marking with Brandon.

I think I have to go look for my mate; I lost sight of him some minutes ago while he was talking with a few of the school grade seniors. 

“No thanks, Chris. I’ll pass” I said and stood up from my seat with my bag clutched on my shoulder. But I was abruptly pushed back when I suddenly felt Chris's hands on my waist. 

What the hell is he doing?

I titled my head sideway to look at his face after his despicable action but all I could see was a familiar flame of lust - ohh, this? I’ve always noticed this filthy look on some guy's faces both in the college and in my pack. Sometimes, even Brandon does wear it, which I hate but dare not speak about. However, the case is different. It’s Chris Scott for damn sake! Brandon’s friend. How dare he?

“Get your hands off me” I gritted, clenching on my jaw, calmly.

“Oh, Elena. Don’t be such a naive girl, you’re now eighteen, not some fifteen-year-old girl anymore.” his apprehension increased, followed by a wink in his left eye.

Chris smacked his lips as his eyes were keen on my boobs, which were quite revealing from the tight gown I had worn— On a norm, I'm not the type that loves sexy dresses; however, I had to for tonight’s mating with Brandon. 

Nonetheless, I hate it when men are a fucking flirts. All thanks to the hate, I’ve tightly kept my virginity from them and tonight, it’s going to none other than Brandon–the only man I love and will ever love. Thank goodness, he’s not a flirt like the other guys. I know that at least..

“Don’t make me laugh Chris. You’re Brandon’s friend and your friend is my mate, and you fucking know that.” I jerked his hands away from my waist before walking away from him. 

So ridiculous!

“Really? Are you saying he’s all your heart beats for?” He yelled behind me, making me stop on my track. “Elena, you're too good for Brandon. Why don't you just be mine?” his voice echoed into my ears, and I could literally feel his burning gaze behind me.

 Is Chris actually saying it to my face that I'm too good for the future Alpha King? What a way of mocking me.

When everyone knows clearly I'm the least worthy of being his mate. However, I can’t believe Chris doing this right in front of everyone, even though the blaring music prevented some from hearing what was going on. I turned back to face him, sharpening my eyes slanted. “Yes, of course, because he’s my mate. The destined one for me” I snapped.

“Destined one for you?” Chris nodded briskly before pouring the drink over his mouth in a flash making the drink splashed over his mouth and stained the white shirt he was wearing. “Okay. I'm good with your happiness” he said, flashing a forced smile. “However, it seem you're in a rush to see him?”

My face beamed, relieved that I was safe from the stress of looking around for my mate. At least this asshole of his friend would know where he is, I arch my eyes up, looking forward to Chris.

“You can find your lovely mate in the medical room.” he dropped the word like it's nothing to him or not of a big deal at all.

My brow dropped from the shock and my heart tightened.

 Why would Brandon be in the hall medical room? Just a few moments ago, when we chatted briefly, he was so fine that he even pranked a joke about how he couldn’t wait to have me soon. My heart tightened at the thought of Brandon being sick, but he had the key to all my questions. He, who said he was in the medical room —Chris. 

“Is Brandon sick?” I asked, tightening my teeth on my trembling lips. Oh, gracious!

“Sick?” Chris snorted, sniffing his nostrils on his index finger. “Just get the hell out of my face and go look for your claimed destined mate before I hold you down for tonight!” He gritted, drunkenness engulfing his eyes.

“Drunk asshole”

Without saying any more words but with series of thoughts and questions running through my mind, I scurry away to the medical room, hastening my steps in the fastest way I've ever done while praying silently in my mind. 

Nothing must be wrong with my Brandon—But, what if he’s sick and he can’t mate with me tonight? Oh, no!

“Geez! I don’t even care. All I want is for my mate to be fine,” I fight back the thought.

With my feet snapping on the tilted floor, I stopped right in front of the slightly opened door— the hall medical room, my tightened heart thumping slowly at the image of seeing Brandon in any hurt state.

I heaved faintly before stretching out my arm to shovel the door inside but I flinched when an unexpected sound struck me the moment I got closer. I titled my ears at the door to hear those sounds clearly–to make sure I wasn’t mistaken.

However, I'm sure of what I just heard; they are solemn moans of a girl–perhaps a girl that just turned of age, just like me, mating with her mate?

Why the hell will Chris direct me to where some two idiots are having the good time of their night.

Damn that dickhead!

“Ahh!”

“Bran–ouhh!”

“Arrh..” 

Suddenly, the girl's voice jerked louder, her voice turned ignited like she was getting the best pleasure of her life. 

Soon, this would be me and Brandon. I blushed, hiding my faint smile.

However, something amusing in between her moans caught me unaware and suddenly curious. Though I know it can’t be what I was thinking. Nonetheless, without weighing down the thought, I flunked the door aside— tilting my eyes across the bunker bed only for it to land on the shocking scene happening right before my face. My heart tightened at the two unclad bodies slamming into each other on the bunker bed.

No matter how hard I tried to control it, they failed me. My legs, my body, my heart—They all failed me.

“Brandon?”

Impossible!