Alpha's Mate And Desire

4...Mate trainer...

Flashback of when Barry started to show me his naughty, bad side. And this was how it started.

[Flashback]

"Oh goddess, help me, just help me! I wanna fuck Pete one day." A girl behind me said in a hushed tone to her friend, paired with her, to train in the gym. I was tempted to rotate my head backwards to throw her a glare, but I didn't do it.

I let my eyes slide to Pete, who was training alone with the gym equipment and was oblivious to the lustful stares he got from 70% of the girls here.

I swung my arm in anger, trying to block out more lewd words from the horny girls, but I didn't even need to as the gym suddenly went quiet for a moment before hushed voices broke the quietness.

"Oh, man, look at that...." The girl whispered like she was in a trance "I'm not fucking Pete anymore"

Then, a particular light cinnamon scent suddenly filled the air, pleasing something deep within me.

"Look at the guy I wannna ride his dick" she said to her friend.

I traced the girl's eyes and found out the new guy in her wild fantasy is none other than Barry, and it seems the pleasing cinnamon scent was from him.

Barry like everyone else, has grown into his youth stage and had gotten worse behaviourally than when I first met him.

He is putting black tees and black joggers with a wolf head design at the side of it. Barry is rich enough to get all of his clothing customized just to show he is the Alpha's son. His hair is dark and curly as usual and his green eyes are on no one in particular but they held a twinkle for the girls around who would not stop talking about how hot he is and how bad they wanna fuck him.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes when I saw Barry walk into the gym like he owned the place. Well, technically his dad does own it, so I guess he kind of does. But one of the werewolf trainers wasn't having it and decided to confront him.

"Barry, you're late" the trainer said, giving him a glare. "You're always late."

Barry quickly rubbed the back of his neck, probably trying to come up with an excuse. "I got busy," he said, trying to defend himself.

The trainer shot him a disbelieving look. "You're always 'busy.'"

"I was actually dealing with some pack issues with the Alpha," Barry added.

The trainer's expression made it clear that he still didn't believe Barry.

"Whatever, just go do something," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "Something actually meaningful!" he added, raising his voice a bit.

Barry had this annoying smirk on his face as he confidently strutted towards the weight lifting area. The girls couldn't help but call out his name, desperately seeking his attention. And of course, he responded by throwing flirty winks at them. His arrogance and Casanova attitude really gets on my nerves.

I couldn't help but scoff and roll my eyes for the second time.

"Pixie, I've told you to lift your arms straight!" the trainer half-yelled, looking at me from where he stood.

I nodded at him and tried my best to lift the small weight in the correct way.

The trainer gave me a serious, observing look, then his gaze shifted to someone else and then back to me and back to the other person. Curious, I followed his eyes and realized he was looking at Barry, then my eyes stayed on Barry.

I watched as Barry casually checked out the weight lifts and chatted up an older girl who was a senior like him. He flashed her a charming smile and then... his eyes landed on me. Fuck.