The Alpha's Rejected Mer

"What the fuck," Dallan murmured to himself. He jerked his hand away from the knob as if he touched something poisonous. What was he feeling? His nose quirked and he felt a surge of his wolf. Unintentionally, his claws elongated; his body became hot. He was aware of every single thing going on around him. The voices of the men coming from the lower deck sounded like a conversation being made directly beside him. "What the fuck," Dallan repeated as his heartbeat increased. How come he could feel all the known signs of a mate? He looked around to know where the peculiar scent of a female he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with was coming from. All indications pointed towards the door he was standing before. "What the fuck!" Dallan repeated again, this time frantically. Only one soul he knew could be inside the cabin. The mermaid! The fuck! The goddess mated him to a mermaid?!! A low class of specie! He would have done better with even a measly human! Dallan knitte

"Where is the mermaid?!" The fake smile Dallan had plastered on disappeared as fast as a pin thrown into a pile of haystack. He quickly pushed himself back to a comfortable sitting position. What the fuck! Mermaid?!! When did it become right for the pack members to ask him about whoever he brought into the pack? Why was the mermaid getting them excited? Dallan allowed the questions to pour into his head even though he had no answers to them. When at last the truck stopped close to Dallan's quarters where some of the more daring ones were gathered, all the warriors swung into action. They disembarked and guided the alpha through the crowd. Already, Dallan had given orders for Hazel to be locked in a room in his mansion. It was to serve as a temporary site until he figured out what to do. Kai followed him into his chamber. Dallan rushed into his room. "Gosh, these people are noisy!" "They have been this way since I knew them. Are you just taking note of their noisy nature?"

Dallan got a little confused. Abe was always the type to crack jokes, laugh, and make people feel at ease. But this particular type of congratulation did not sit well with Dallan. Who knew what the warlock had seen? "Abe, I don't understand." Dallan nervously cleared his throat. "Why are you congratulating me? "Wait... Are you telling me that you do not know?" "Know what?" Abe feigned a look of surprise. It made a corner of his lips tilt up. "Are you yet to feel the mate signs?" "Oh. Is that what you are talking about?" "Of course!" Kai who was now smiling gently plopped on a sofa. He allowed them to discuss. Dallan also sat on a sofa. Now, only Abe stood. "Please, sit." Dallan tried ushering him to a sofa, but the man refused. "I am okay this way. I want to know why your face looks this way. You don't even seem excited that you have finally found your mate. What is going on?" "If you saw a vision about me getting my mate, did you also see who the mate is?" "Of cour

If there was anything Dallan hated, it was pack gatherings. He would have to face all the insufferable council of elders and the over-demanding pack members. The fact that the main theme of the celebration was to see the mermaid was a fact that he was well aware of. He had no idea why the pack wanted a mermaid so badly. He had been the one crazy for one. Initially. Now, his mind was pricking him. It felt like he did a very wrong thing by kidnapping Hazel. She wasn't the first person to be taken by him in such a forceful way, so it came as a surprise why he was suddenly feeling bad—no, remorseful. The trumpet sounded again. Dallan exhaled and slowly got up. It would be a very obvious lie if he should duck under his covers and pretend he didn't hear the summoning trumpet. The sound of that instrument could reverberate on an individual's eardrums from a surprising distance when handled by a specialist. The only reason he would flow with the party was because of his order for the men

Dallan gasped; his jaw almost touched the ground. He felt a surge of his wolf, an excited dance of jubilation in his guts. The moon seemed to shine brighter, or maybe it was just his eyes. The feeling of adrenaline pumping through his veins was soon replaced with a feeling of peace and serenity. It was a familiar feeling. He had always felt that way whenever his mother hugged him. As a child, feeling undefeatable in her arms was an everyday occurrence. That was the same feeling that attacked Dallan when he set eyes on Hazel. Her choice of dress—he doubted if it was her choice—left very little to the imagination. Very little. The green net covering the white body-hugging dress not only outlined Hazel's shape but her eyes as well. The green of her eyes perfectly matched the dress to the extent that the colour of her eyes was evident from afar—not considering the sharp eyesight of his specie. She wore a stiletto, also green in colour. Hazel stopped walking. The stares she was receiving