Chapter 2 Dirty Little Secret
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"Mate!" my wolf whimpered. I tensed, knowing that my sweet little mate's icy blue eyes were probing me, feeling the pain sear through her chest as I was engulfed deep in a kiss with Beverly. My wolf wanted to toss Beverly into the crowd and envelop my true mate. When I gripped her chin, I felt an electric sensation radiate through my body, deep into my bones. Her long dark hair made me want to swiftly run my hands through it and thrust into her harder with each push until I had her begging me to stop. Her petite hourglass frame made me wonder what was underneath that white dress she was wearing; the scent of her wetness was making it difficult to hold my wolf in place. He wanted her, I wanted her, but I knew we couldn't have her.
I swallowed hard, astonishment sweeping through my core when I realized that the rumours were, in fact, wrong. My wolf was thrilled to have found his one true mate and was clawing to come out, ready to proclaim to every wolf that he had found her, pride written all over him because the Moon Goddess had blessed us. He scolded me when I refused to let him surface; it was too dangerous, and we both knew it. I knew he wouldn't calm down until he had her.
She was gorgeous, with her deep Arctic blue eyes; I could stare at them for the rest of eternity. I had never seen anything with such a gorgeous color before, and they belonged to my mate—the wolf made just for me. She had curves that could make any wolf halt in his tracks. Her perky breasts made me want to rip her dress off and ravish those hard, taut nipples I could see were hard for me. Her scent overtook me with notes of rich vanilla, caramel, and a touch of pine. She smelled like the most delicious cake ever made. Just when I thought no scent could be more delicious than hers, I smelled her wetness dripping down between her thighs. It took every damn thing inside me to hold both myself and my wolf back. All I could imagine was how she would taste, and that I would eventually taste that tight pussy of mine, even though I knew I couldn't have her.
Beverly wasn't my true mate, but she knew how to ride a cock with ease. She was also the fiercest she-wolf I had ever laid eyes on. She not only understood my ways but also supported them. Long ago, I began to believe the rumours were true—that I was not gifted a mate by the Moon Goddess. I knew it was true that I was a cruel Alpha and that a cloud of darkness constantly surrounded me. My reputation held many truths within it. I was young and didn't understand what it took to reign as alpha; I became an Alpha at the mere age of eighteen. Two years later, I had learned many difficult lessons as a leader, lessons another wolf wouldn't have had to learn until much later in their wolf life.
A group of rogues killed my father in an attack while Beverly's mouth swallowed the come from my pulsating cock. I had turned off the mind link during that time, as the pressures of preparing to be an Alpha one day and my father's constant criticism were getting to me. It is a torturous regret that I will forever live with; I knew I could have saved him. I knew I was the strongest wolf in the entire US. Since that day, I vowed to keep my pack safe forever, regardless of who targeted them or how brutal my actions would have to be. Their safety was my one and only duty. My sheer childish behavior may have taken the life of my father, but I knew for certain it was not going to take another wolf from my pack.
As many wolves from the neighboring pack I had just conquered rejoiced and celebrations engulfed the streets, I felt raw worry and fear pour out of them as they submitted to their new Alpha, whom they thought was a complete monster. I didn't need more land, wolves, power, or whatever they thought I longed for. I was content with what my pack already had. It was their goddamn Alpha who was slowly taking out my guards from our border in hopes of weakening me. Silly old man, he truly was. If only his wolves really knew the kind of leader he was. He so easily fooled them as he spread stories about how lucky they were to have him because their reality could have been worse—and they could have had me instead.
In hopes of pleading with the Moon Goddess, I had tried to become a more compassionate Alpha. I issued Alpha Max two warnings already; I had no intention for this to escalate as far as it did. So much for behaving neighborly toward each other. A smart Alpha would have tried to set up an alliance with the most powerful pack in the country. When he admitted to his scheme and confessed that he had no plans to stop until all my wolves were dead—he left me no choice. It was an act of war. He wasn't going to harm any of my wolves, and I wasn't going to let them down—the same way I let my father down that day when he was ravaged by the rogues.
