The Alpha’s Accidental Mate

“I’ll go.” The words felt bitter on my tongue and my father, Roger Varlat scoffed, straightening. “That’s it, girl. We could have cut to the chase if you didn’t decide to be a little stubborn.” He turned to the door and began heading towards it. “Emilia, hand those suppressants to her and ensure they wash her up properly, we leave in three hours. Also…make sure those stupid cuts all over her wrists are covered up.” I cowered back, hiding my wrists under my sweaty striped shirt. My older sister, Emilia shut the door after our father and her blue eyes lowered to me. I extended a shaky hand out, expecting her to give the bottle to me, but she slapped my hand away and snorted at me. “Are you stupid?” “Huh? Dad said you should give it to me.” “And so?”“Emilia—“ “Dad said to give it to you, but he never said anything about messing with you a little before handing it over.” My hands balled to my side and I chewed my bottom lip. “Emilia, please give me the suppressants, my conditio

I shuddered at his touch. This man spun me around and grabbed me by the arm to drag me back, further to the very center of the hall where all eyes stayed on me, unblinking. I couldn’t breathe, everything felt suffocating and my vision was growing fuzzy. “Did she really try to run?” they murmured. “She did, she did. No one has ever done this sort of thing before, I think she’ll be killed.” My father stood watching with a stone-cold face as if he didn’t know me. And Emilia, she stood behind him, smiled spitefully at me, clearly enjoying the entire thing. What I would give to drop dead at that very moment. I was forced to my knees by Romare, the hatred brewing from this man very clear to me. His touch, his hateful stare, it all pierced through my skin like needles. Alpha Elliot stepped toward me and grabbed my chin with a disgusted look that seemed as if he was touching dirt. He tilted my head from left to right, examining me, and suddenly took a step back. A sigh fled from him an

I didn’t answer him, I couldn’t. It was hard thinking rationally when I felt hot all over, my mind clouded with his pheromones. I could plead to have him scent-mark me, but I wouldn’t. Not a jerk like him. All I needed were suppressants, I would survive on them alone. I didn’t need him. Romare’s inscrutable expression changed a bit. He continued looking at me in silence, his gaze sharp. it was a hundred times more unnerving than any words. But suddenly. “Don’t even think about it! Because I won’t.” “I didn’t ask,” I said calmly—or at least I tried to. “You know it would be better for you to just kill me.” His lips thinned. “Why do that, when I can punish you for what you’ve done? You’re only alive because killing you would be me giving you the easy way out. Did you think I was going to let you go scot-free after trapping me?” “I didn’t trap you. Your actions were your own fault!” I fought the urge to squirm under his cruel stare, my breathing ragged. “And you refusing to simply

Romare’s nostrils flared. He was mad, more than angry, but I wasn't going to let him go, not until he handed the suppressants over to me.“Herlo,” he said at last. “Take your hand off me.” I shook my head at him, my eyes lowered to avoid his soul-crushing gaze. “Give me the suppressants and I will.” “You’re being very daring and you don’t know—“ “I don’t care.” I met his eyes. “Just give me what I want.”Silence. Seconds ticked by. “Let go,” Romare said. “Or I’ll break your little fingers.” He stared at my fingers which twitched at his threats. Still, I stood my ground, grasping him much tighter. “I don’t really want to stand here, holding you. It’s not helping me at all and it’s making my heat worse.” My stomach lurched, my legs unsteady. “Just give me the pills.” “Why should I do that? Giving it to you or not is up to me,” Romare said softly. My eyes widened. “So, you’re going to let me die?” “No.” “You’ll help me with my heat then?” Disgust crossed his face immediately a

“Sir Romare!” I heard the firefighters screaming for me to step back, but I couldn’t. Confusion gripped my chest and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my company that was being reduced to nothing but ashes. What had happened? What has gone wrong? I had no idea who set the fire, my workers who’d been called weren’t saying anything coherent either, each of them claiming they had no idea what happened. Not even the management field could give me any damn explanation. Did they leave something flammable on?“Romare,” a familiar voice called and I turned to see my younger brother who’d stepped down from the car approaching me. “Are you okay? I heard what happened and had to rush over here.” “I’m fine, Adam, what are you doing here?” I asked, focusing on the company that was being watered down. I could see him frown from my peripheral vision and glanced at him. “Why are you here? Weren’t you going to travel today?” He grumbled under his breath and cleared his throat. “I was. But I coul