Chapter Seven: What The? Very Upset Alpha

Sage P.O.V.

“Yeah… just like that…”

"Yes, suck my cock, baby," I said out loud while I was asleep.

"Oh yeah, just like that, suck my cock, yes, good girl," I spoke out loud.

I am dreaming a wonderful dream, and damn, it feels real.

I am about to lose my load big time. It's amazing. I'm dreaming about Amanda licking, sucking, and nibbling on me like a lollipop.

I am almost there, moaning and groaning.

I wanted to give her what I have.

"It's coming," I tell her when I hear someone moan.

"Yeah, baby, now give me that cum. I want it." She says.

But it's not Amanda's voice.

What the fuck? Why does this feel so real?

Then I felt a wet tongue licking my balls as I exploded.

Wow, it's wonderful. I am exhausted. As I was coming down from my high, I woke up.

I see that whore I used to date.

Well, today, she will know I am breaking up with her, and she just pissed me off.

I wish it were my mate that was pleasing me, damn it!

"Damn, Vanessa had to mess this up for us, "Lee growled through mind link.

I am dreaming of my mate.

I was so worked up from coming back from her house the night before.

When I snuck into her room without her knowing.

I took a shower and had to wank in the shower three times to finally calm down.

The words slipped out before I even realized I was speaking.

The dream felt too real—heat, pressure, the slow build of something I couldn’t stop. My body tightened, chasing the edge, and all I could think about was her.

My mate.

I didn’t even know what I would do when I saw my mate again at school, but I can't wait to finally get my hands on her again.

Knew the way she whimpered and moaned for me when I was touching her and wrapped around me when I surprised her at her car, as she wrapped around my legs, as she belonged there.

“Almost there,” I muttered.

A soft voice answered—but something about it was wrong.

Too sharp. Too familiar.

My eyes snapped open.

Reality hit like a punch.

Vanessa.

Not my mate.

Her hands, her mouth—everything felt wrong now that I was awake. The connection I’d felt seconds ago vanished, leaving behind nothing but irritation.

A low growl rumbled in my chest.

“Told you,” Lee snapped inside my head. “She’s not ours.”

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to sit up.

“Vanessa. Stop.”

She didn’t.

Of course, she didn’t.

Frustration burned hotter now, mixing with something darker—something final.

This wasn’t a desire.

It was a habit. Convenience.

And I was done with both.

“Get her out,” Lee growled, quieter this time, more dangerous. “Now.”

I grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from me.

“That’s enough.”

She froze, finally hearing the tone in my voice.

Confusion flickered across her face. “What’s wrong with you?”

Everything.

But I didn’t say that.

Instead, I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly.

“I’ve got things to do today,” I said. “You should go.”

Her expression shifted—hurt, then frustration. “Sage, seriously? We’ve barely—”

“I said go.”

The room went quiet.

For a second, I thought she might argue.

Then she grabbed her clothes, movements sharp and tense.

“Fine,” she muttered.

I didn’t stop her.

Didn’t reach for her.

Didn’t feel a damn thing when the door closed behind her.

Only one thing stayed with me.

The memory of that dream.

Of her.

My mate.

“We’ll find her,” Lee said, calmer now.

I exhaled, staring at the empty room.

“Yeah,” I muttered.

“I need to.”

Our Human Mandy is our Mate.