The Alphas Prize Blood Mate

Wesly

She doesn't know that I am standing in the shadows watching her. My 'mate' Lidnesy just entered the warriors' packhouse arm and arm with her sexual conquest for the evening. My wolf, Kota, is growling viciously in my chest. He wants me to stop her. I ingored him. She isn't worth the trouble, and I already have other plans for her anyway.

I turn on my heel and head back inside my packhouse to my study. I sit down behind my desk and pour myself a shot. I downed it and poured another one. I have known for some time that Lidnesy is cheating on me. I haven't even marked her because I know I am not the only one mating her. However, on some level, Lidnesy is the perfect woman for me. She is safe.

I know there will never come a time when she will expect more from me than I am willing to give. If you look up the definition of a loner, you will find a picture of me. I am no good to be in a relationship with. To me, emotions are just tools used by partners to minuplate and control each other. That's why I do not have any.

Speak of the devil, and she shall appear. Lidnesy just strolled in. She hoists her ass up on the side of my desk, crossing her legs. "Hey, Baby, I thought I might find you in here." She purrs at me.

"Where have you been?" I asked, leveling her with a hard glare, which should have told her I was aware of her extra-curricular activities.

"I have been helping the omega's clean the warriors' packhouse. We just got done." She lied to my face with a smile on hers.

Kota is now going ballistic inside me because we can smell raw sex still on her. She didn't even bother to wash up.

Lidnesy has never helped anyone with anything a day in her life. She has only one goal, and that is to fulfill her own selfish wants and obvious desires. I often think Selene made her my mate because no other beings deserve to be shackled to us. Lidnesy is just as damaged as I am. We both are rotten to the core.

"Was there something you wanted?" I asked her as I take a sip of my liquor.

"I was thinking maybe you wanted some company." She said, leaning over the desk and running her fingers down my arm.

'Haven't you had enough company for one night?' I thought to myself. "Not tonight. I have a headache." I answered. I realize it's probably the oldest cliche in the book. I was hoping she knew I was just blowing her off.

"Are you ever going to let me spend the night with you?" She asked with a fake pouting of her lips. "You are my mate."

I stared at her for a long moment. Now she is just pissing me off. Which doesn't really take a lot. Physically is not the way I intend to hurt her, though. "Not tonight." I repeated more aggressive. "I think it's time for you to leave."

She huffed and puffed but finally found her way out, slamming the door behind her. I turned on my computer and picked back up my last search. My desperation has led me to the option of artificial insemination. I see I have a message from what I assume is a fertility clinic in my inbox. I open it and start to read the email.

It is a notofaction of a potential she-wolf sergeant but not at all what I was expecting. I have heard of Trentity females. I know they are typically used for breeding by Alpha's because their bloodline is stronger than the average werewolf. I also know that tasting her blood is the only way to know if she is a pure Trentity.

The email reads that there is one going up for auction soon. Supposedly, she is also a virgin, I like the idea of that. I am certain I can take one drink without being affected by the bloodthirst. I decided tomorrow I would call Darrell. Though he is human, very few things happened in the werewolf community that he didn't either know about or have his hand in.