Semua Bab Mated to the Young Alpha (BXB): Bab 1 - Bab 10

Z's POV Staring ahead, I could hear the rumbling noise of the engine as I sped up on the empty roads. One would think I was excited to reach my destination, while the fact was I was running away from my previous residence. Running away from my past.In my life, if there was one thing I excelled at, it was running away. Ever since I was seventeen, it was the only consistent thing about me. I made sure I never stuck around in a place for more than a year. No, I am not a Vampire hiding amongst humans, but I am a werewolf. I am an omega. My name is Zhane Bradshaw, and I am one of the rare breed of werewolves, male omega as they called us and werewolves like us were forced to hide, finding different methods to blend in the crowd in order to survive this brutal world. Unfortunately, I barely even got the chance before I was sold to a merciless alpha by my own big brother in exchange for luxury. What did I do after that? Of course, I ran. But t

Don and Megan decided to head out and wait for their son to come out. While they still had an hour left till the school gets over, it was the same time that it took for a trip back and forth from the McCain household to the school. Sure, the couple could let their son take the bus as usual, but things weren’t as usual around here anymore.“Let’s go to the bar. I need a drink.” Megan huffed as soon as they left the school. “You sure? It’s the middle of the day.” Don paused, worried for his wife. He was also worried about his son as no matter what he did not want to introduce Mark to alcohol at this young age, even if it was just a smell coming out of his mother’s mouth.“I’ll have like one shot. Please.” Megan begged. “I am already worried about that little kid, I need some booze in me.” she sighed.“Alright then…” Don sighed. Unable to say no to his lovely wife

"Wait... do you want to die? Are you here to commit suicide"? Mark asked the young man, or as Mark would like to call 'Old Man', in front of him.Zhane stared with bafflement in his eyes at the innocent eyes of the young boy. All Zhane needed to do was convince this kid to never come near him, perhaps like that Zhane could go ahead without ever killing his mate. "Why are you staring at me"? Mark asked, and moved his hand in front of Zhane's eyes."Mr. Old Man, you don't have to kill yourself. Whatever it is it'll pass. It will be alright." Mark comforted Zhane. It was ironic how Zhane didn't care for anything Mark blurted, and yet hearing those words come out of Mark was oddly...comforting."You are an idiot." Zhane mumbled."I get the highest scores in my class. I am not an idiot"! Mark argued with the man in front of him. For some reason Mark felt safer with this strange man more than he ever felt safe around his own classmates, typically the regular bu

After managing to escape the parents of the kid who was supposed to be his mate, Zhane went back to serving his customers for the night. Even so, he couldn’t help but be distracted from time to time as he kept on recalling what had happened. When it was close to sunrise, aka the end of his shift, he finally went back to bed.Unfortunately for him though, he couldn’t fall asleep. He just got here, and he was seriously considering running away once more. He had been worried about finding his mate forever, but never did he ever imagine a scenario like this. For some reason he had always assumed his mate would force him or something, but seeing that his mate was a harmless kid… it was crazier.Of all people in the world, why did he have to find his mate? And why on earth did his mate have to be a little boy? He groaned. Having spent nights on high alert when he took down a group of rogue wolves, Zhane could function well enough with low sleep. So, the next morning, he

  Why the hell did Zhane allow Mark to get the best of him? How could he let that kid convince him to tell his name? No matter what, Zhane couldn’t help but curse himself for being played by a little pup, when Zhane had taken down multiple, big bad alphas.  Zhane didn’t hear or get bothered by little Mark for the next week, but that didn't stop his mind from wandering here and there about what happened with Mark. On one hand he couldn't help but try to convince himself "Good Riddance". On the other hand, he was worried.  He was certain Mark would somehow show up again, bothering him especially when he dropped the supplies in the school. For some reason not only didn't Mark approach him, Mark was nowhere near to be found. Not even a flicker of scent. As if Mark hadn't