The Alpha Fated But Rejected Mate

ATTACKED

Not true, and my stomach promptly rumbled loudly, declaring my lie. Male wolves and their need to feed a female wolf were beyond sexist and annoying. I'd starve before accepting food from them. It was a move for power, and I wouldn't play into it.

The brother to my left sighed, and I rolled my eyes at the roof of the car.

My attention was captured by the knobs and buttons; I wondered what they all did. Was that a television screen? I was going to ignore these jerks on the island!

The driver shook his head. "Listen, cub, I can't bring a hungry wolf to the island. We have an hour's drive before we hit civilization."

A green and gold package landed in my lap.

"There's a granola bar to tide you over," Kelly said from his shotgun seat.

Bravo smacked Kelly in the back of the head. "Why are you being nice to her? Let her starve."

"Calm down." Driver dude's voice was softer than the others; he was clearly the voice of reason.

The brother to my left looked at the driver next. "Moral, would you like to offer her a refreshment as well?"

The driver's hands clenched the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

"Piss off, Honour!"

Moral? Bravo? Kelly? Honour? What kind of freaking names were these?

I glared at Bravo beside me and leaned into him.

Placing the food bar in his lap, "Thanks for the offer, but I'll decline—on all counts."

The driver, Moral, chuckled. "I think this cub has claws."

I liked them better when they were mute.

"What's your name, cub?" Moral asked as he manoeuvred around the potholes on the road leading out of town.

Oh, now they were going to be friendly? I stared at my reflection in his glasses through the rearview mirror, wishing I could rip them off.

"Not a cub."

I was nineteen, and they couldn't be a day older than twenty-one. Was this a joke?

"Then what?" Bravo growled.

"Alpha successor to you, buddy." Might as well put these douchebags in their place right now. No island guard would talk down to me like this; I did not care how dominant they were.

All four of them laughed at that, and a blast of cold air hit me as the air conditioner came on.

"Be good, cub," Kelly growled.

"Or the next four years will really suck for you."

Was that a threat?

Fuming, I bent forward and angled the vents away from me, blasting Bravo and Honour with frigid air. How dare they?

Calm down, Fia. Don't show weakness unless there's a reason.

Recalling my father's teachings, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"What's with the names? You guys named after virtues or something?" I glared at Bravo, who wasn't named after a virtue.

More like his personality. But the others were Honour, Moral, and Kelly.

Kelly grunted, but that was the only response I got.

"What's your story?" Bravo asked, his lip curling.

"Didn't Orbit Clan already send their heir last year?"

Henry.

I tipped my chin up. "Henry is the spare."