Playing With The Alpha

pg 42

Leah POV

The clock was ticking and my stomach was in knots. I wanted to leave before he could declare his feelings for Camila in front of everyone. It'll be no different than standing in the middle of the road waiting for a car to come and hit you.

An hour had past and just as expected the clanking sound of glass, alerted everyone's to the alpha.

If it wasn't for the fact Zayne and I had taken our seats long ago I just know my legs would have given out on me.

"I would like to thank all of the members who have come tonight for this special occasion.

"Our pack has roamed these grounds for over two hundred years and during those two hundred years we have been living by the same laws and traditions our ancestors left behind. But as your new alpha tonight it will all change. I will be breaking tradition of uniting with the mate mother moon has chosen and instead claim Camila to be my one true mate."

"Tonight I announce as my mate your new female alpha. Camila Olsen."

No matter if I knew this day would come, nothing could have prepared me.

I turn to Zayne and smile through the pain.

"Game over." I shake my head. I snatch my hand from underneath his. I couldn't stay here any longer. I needed to get away and fast. With quickness I stand up and look for the nearest exit.

Once outside I didn't care who was watching I take off running. I wasn't even sure where I was going I just ran.

"Leah!" I could hear Zayne call. But I don't stop in fact it made me run faster, and I scream out as I fall to the ground. Sitting on my knees I stare dumbly at my hands that were now bloody. I pay them no mind though because the pain was nothing compared to the hurt I was feeling inside.

Forcing my shaky legs to stand I limp in whatever direction.

"Leah!" Zayne shouts again. He grabs me from behind and I black out.

"Get off of me!" I start hitting him and clawing at his hands. Kicking and screaming I holler for him to release me. He forcibly spins me around. I bang at his chest until my arms begin to hurt.

I grab on his clothing for support as I cry. "Stop crying. I'm here. I'm here!" He says trying to soothe me. But my tears continued to pour.

"Leah? God damn Leah, please stop crying! Tell me," he grabs me by the shoulders and looks me in the eyes.

"Tell me what you want."

This time he releases my shoulders and squeezes my face.

"Tell me what you want!" He demands again.

And as if I wasn't myself anymore, with desperation in my voice I explode,

"Mark me."