The Possesive Alpha

Chapter 3

Luca's Perspective

The meeting had finally ended, and I walked out of the conference hall with my beta, Eric. My head was pounding with frustration. The meeting had been dull, filled with unnecessary discussions, and I had no patience for useless talks. Eric and I headed straight back to the pack house. He was excited because his mate was waiting for him there. I wish I could say the same for myself.

(Now, you might be wondering, what the hell is a pack? What’s a beta? And what am I talking about? Well, let me introduce myself properly. I’m Lucas Knight, the Alpha of the Knight Pack—the strongest, most feared pack in all of Colombia. I am 22 years old and still haven’t found my mate. Most wolves find their mate at 18, but not me. I’ve searched everywhere, travelled across countries and cities, hoping to find her. Yet, here I am, still alone. I’ve started to think the Moon Goddess didn’t bless me with a mate. Maybe I don’t deserve one. After all, I’m ruthless. A monster. Blood and power define me. But deep inside, I still yearn for her—the one made just for me. Eric, my beta and second-in-command, is my best friend. He has a mate, unlike me. He’s lucky. My pack consists of hundreds of warriors, the strongest among werewolves, feared by many. No one dares to cross me.)

As soon as we reached home, Eric rushed off to see his mate, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I went straight to my room and collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. The silence of my room felt suffocating. I turned to my side, gripping the pillow tightly. What would it feel like to have a mate? To hold her, cherish her, wake up next to her every morning? To have someone who belongs to me, someone I can protect? Would I ever find her? The thought haunted me as I drifted into sleep.

The next morning, I woke up early, feeling restless. After a quick breakfast, I got ready. Today, I had to travel to New York for an important meeting. My beta, Eric, and my delta were coming with me. As we boarded the private jet, an unsettling feeling washed over me. Something didn’t feel right, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was. We landed in New York at 6 a.m. The cold morning air hit my skin as I stepped out of the jet, but the uneasiness inside me only grew stronger.

Ignoring it, we checked into a luxurious hotel, where I crashed onto the bed, exhausted. I needed sleep before the meeting. When I woke up in the evening, the uneasy feeling still hadn’t left. At 8 p.m., I left for the restaurant where the meeting was being held. It was one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city, filled with rich businessmen and powerful alphas. I sat at the table, listening to an alpha drone on about something I didn’t care about when....... A scent hit me.

Not just any scent. It was the most intoxicating, delicious scent I had ever inhaled. Roses and vanilla. It was so sweet, so perfect that it sent my senses into overdrive. My head snapped up, and my body tensed. Inside my mind, my wolf, Zydus, roared in excitement. “MATE! MATE! MATE! MATE!” he howled, his voice booming inside me. My breath hitched, and my heart raced. My mate was here. I searched the crowded restaurant, my eyes scanning frantically. Where is she? Then, I saw her. She stood near the entrance, looking perfect. A tiny beauty, around 5’2”, with long, flowing hair cascading down her back. She wore a black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her pink, plump lips drew me in, and I wanted to claim them immediately. I swallowed hard, feeling something I had never felt before. Desire. Possession. Obsession. She was mine. My mate. My queen. My everything.

Every inch of her was perfection. I could already imagine how she would look under me, her body writhing beneath mine as I..... Suddenly, my admiration turned to rage. My eyes locked onto her hand. She was holding another man’s hand. My blood boiled. A deadly growl rumbled in my chest. My fists clenched. My wolf Zydus snarled, fighting for control. “WHO IS THAT FUCKER TOUCHING OUR MATE?” Zydus growled. I was ready to rip that bastard apart. Then, our mate's gaze landed on me.
Big, brown eyes. Curious. Innocent. Beautiful. My breath caught. She stared at me, almost like she felt something. But then...... She turned back to him. Fucking hell. The anger inside me was uncontrollable. I wanted to break his hand for touching what’s mine. I was seconds away from storming over there when Eric grabbed my arm.