I couldn't find it. My eyes searched the courtyard, arms tight against my body, fists curled. The smell hit my nose again, and I had to bite my lip to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. My mate was here.
My mate was close.
My eyes swept the courtyard one last time before turning around and heading into the pack house again. I closed my eyes as a shuddered sigh left my lips. I started forward, before getting smacked full force in the face by the smell again.
I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a chiseled chest. The power that radiated from him told me he was an Alpha.
My eyes wander down to muscled legs, and feet covered in running sneakers.I trail my eyes up, examining his face. He has strong cheekbones, a high brow, and slight stubble. His hair was light brown, with hints of blonde. My dull blue eyes met a pair of striking brown eyes, before my knees weakened and gave out.
His arms jolted forward and caught me, sending a spark like tingle throughout my body. A possessive growl left his smooth, full lips before he yanked me up on my feet, ripping his arms away from me, like I was toxic. He turned around to leave, and I let out a small whimper, feeling a tug on my heart.
He twisted his lean body towards me, his head raised, a snarl distorting his sharp features.
"Why are you whimpering, pup?" he snarled in my face, causing my wolf to become restless at the sound of his velvet voice.
"You're my mate," I spoke softly, barely audible.
"I am not your mate. You are my weak, pathetic mate. A mate I don't want." he spoke, his words slicing into my heart like knives.
"But we're supposed to be together," I said, bottom lip quivering. "The Moon Goddess made us mates for a reason."
"That's a reason we will never know." he spit in my face, before straightening.
"Oh, Goddess," I mumbled, bracing for what I knew was coming next.
"I, Alpha Ryder Nathens, reject," he stopped, before looking at me again. "What is your name, pup? Sarah? Melanie? Oh, that's right, Elizabeth. No, that's not it. What is it again?"
My wolf whined loudly in my head. "Don't tell him your name."
"My name is, my name, it's," I stuttered out, fighting an internal battle against my wolf.
"Well? I don't have all day to play games with a weak pup. What's your name?" he growled, crossing his arms.
"Don't."
"Lets go, pipsqueak. Give me your name so I can reject you already." he said, impatiently.
"No." I replied, shakily.
"What?"
"I said no."
"Why not? Just give me your name and we can get this over with."
"I will not tell you my name. I refuse to let you reject me without cause. You don't even know me. I don't deserve the pain and agony that will come with your rejection. I will not tell you my name until you at least try being my mate."
"Give me your name." he said slowly, enunciating every word.
"No."
He roared, turning around and smashing his hand on the granite counter, splitting it. The counter buckled, sending dust and small pieces of granite everywhere.
"This pack deserves a strong Luna. A Luna who won't disobey her Alpha. You are weak. You aren't worthy. You are pathetic." he said venomously, glaring at me.
I straightened, and put my shoulders back.
"Who's to say that when you don't even know my name?" I asked, crossing my arms and tilting my chin slightly upwards.
"Give me your name, or so help me Goddess, I will make you suffer," he spat, chest and shoulders heaving up and down as he breathed heavily.
"Nope," I said, turning away and walked into the courtyard.
I could hear him roaring and things breaking clearly. His stringing of curse words and the sounds of wood splitting and the clanking of metal being smashed upon metal.
If he wanted a strong mate, he would get a strong mate. One that the pack deserves.
I shifted into my wolf, and took off into the forest, determined to prove my angry mate wrong.
Fin
