Chapter Four.

Alpha Rowen's POV.

After I got married to Denise, I ordered her to stay very far from me.

I knew she wasn't the one, and she wasn't my mate…but what would my pack think? What fucking example would I show when I decide not to marry her after I was seen naked beside her?

“ What have I done to deserve this?” She asked one day looking at me with tears in her eyes, “ Have you forgotten how we were the other night when we mated?”

“There was no night between us.” I replied.

“There was!” She yelled, almost in a squeal.

“Then show me, show me the mate mark!” I yelled back at her in anger, as she shook in fear.

“I …I'll show you.” She stuttered, as she peeled down the collar of her dress, revealing a mark far above her right breast.

I scoffed.

“That is a fresh bite.” I told her, amused at the fact that she tried to deceive me…again.

She stared back at me in fear, I could hear her heart beat rising each second.

“It's…it's not a bite…I can prove it.” She kept on lying and it pissed me off.

“Lie again and I'll slice your throat. Every scent, every attraction, leads to your mansion…tell me…is my Luna held hostage? Where did you keep her?” I said, as I peered into her eyes.

“I'm your Luna!” She yelled in response, as tears welled up in her eyes, together with this rage that lingered in them.

“You don't want to tell me, huh? I'll find out myself,” I said, as I grabbed my car keys off the center table, about to leave.

“What would an Alpha want with a fucking Omega?! A very filthy, uneducated, weakling like her?! ” She cried.

I smirked without looking back at her, as I left the sitting room.

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I pulled my car right in front of Peter's mansion, I wasn't going to announce my arrival, I just came to take what was mine, above the mansion, inside the mansion or below…wherever it was…I mean she was…

I had everything registered in my memory, her scent, the rate of her heartbeat…but I had no idea that it would be this white haired girl, struggling to pull a heavy bag of stinking dirt to the trash can.

Then she saw me, and I looked away, not shyly, but embarrassed.

A maid for a mate? The moon goddess hated me.

My wolf reared it's neck like it wanted to jump out of my skin and meet her, but my feelings were different…regret and bits of disgust.

She put the trash into the trash can, and greeted me with a bow, then she turned to leave.

This was punishment, no matter how hard I tried to hate her and reject her, a part of me said differently…

“Hey, you, maid!” I called out to her, as

she hurried inside like she was avoiding me. “Move again and I'll tear you apart.” I threatened, and she stopped abruptly.

I walked up to her and grabbed her arm, as I forced her to face me.

“I think we've met, my dear.” I smirked, as she trembled like a rain beaten mouse.

“Y..yes,” She stuttered, “ One morning,in Miss Denise's room.”

I could hear her heart pounding against her chest, it was not just fear of my presence that came over her, it was fear of me knowing what she had to keep secret…of which, unfortunately, I already knew.

“Don't fear little one.” I said, staring at her slim fragile wrist as I brought her hand close to my face.

“I'm…I'm fine.” She replied, as she swallowed, avoiding my gaze.

“I know you are.” I let go of her hand, slipping it into my trousers right pocket as I stood straight to observe her …the white colored hair, the golden eyes, the little freckles on her right cheek right beside her pointed nose, her thin pink lips and of course her curves…at least something attractive to be happy about.

“What do you want, Sir?” She lowered her head,as she fidgeted while digging her nails in her palms and scratching her flesh.

“You.” I blurted immediately without wasting a second.

She threw her head up sharply, as her eyes fluttered in surprise.

“Hmm!” She cleared her throat, rubbing her chest, “Has Miss requested for my services?” She avoided my gaze like death.

“You're mine…I guess this is the second time I'm saying it.” I smiled at her numbness and total shock.

“Al…Al…Apha…” She stammered, as she held the two sides of her dress tightly, her chest heaving up and down.

“Yes…Mate.” I answered, as I leaned closer to her, our lips almost committing sin…

“I—”

“A maid, An Omega, a weakling in the pack that can hardly wolf out.” The voice was familiar…and daring.

I frowned at Lady Sara.

“It's nice to have you…Mother In-law.” I greeted, hoping my sarcasm was much obvious.

“Of course…I mean, same here. But did I hear you right, Alpha? Mate?” She scoffed, as she eyed …what sort of Alpha doesn't know the name of his mate?

“You heard me right, and I've come to take her with me…all of her,” I replied, placing emphasis on my last few words.

“But…but that's outrageous…I mean,look at her, an embarrassment!” She said and let out a deep scoff, as she rolled her eyeballs.

“Which is more embarrassing, Sara Peters, marrying a true mate, or marrying one who forces someone innocent to do their dirty work?” I asked, as I smirked at her sudden fear and discomfort, “And if not for the respect I have for your husband, both you and your daughter would be hanging up the tree with ropes around your neck and a vulture poop on your head.”

“What…what do you mean.” She asked,as she fidgeted.

“What I'm trying to say is this mother in-law, I would be having a new mother in-law soon,” I told her, “And my drugged drink, do you want to say anything about it?” I smiled, a smile of satisfaction.

Just then my mate threw up on me…on my expensive suit.