Alpha Mates (On Hold)

CHAPTER FIVE

KRYS' P.O.V

Three weeks of constant hounding. Three weeks of dealing with the annoying alpha, I now call bitch. I'm just kidding; I don't actually call him my bitch. I mean the guy doesn't even act like a proper bitch. What bitch won't get me a bottle of water? Or carry my books? The only thing he seems to be good at is following me around and making me feel uncomfortable. And trust me when I say that it takes a lot to make me feel uncomfortable.

I know why I am unwilling to accept my mate, don't get me wrong, I'm not just playing hard to get. My wolf and body crave for him but my logic...my logic is telling me to stay clear. Telling me not to fall. To become vulnerable. Vulnerable to betrayal, pain, loss. Just like Ang-. No! Go to your happy place, Krys, that is a no go memory. Red zone section of my mind.

And then I realized hell I'm not even acting like a proper alpha. Where are my leadership skills? What alpha hides from their problems? Why haven't I kicked his ass already? Rejected him?

I've been so caught up in my own problems that I've hardly paid any attention to the problems of my own pack. Sure, we haven't been attacked in years but there's always a possibility. A chance that there is a rival group or pack just waiting for an opportunity to strike. I need to get this problem sorted and out of my head. And perhaps while I'm at it I'll have a word or two to him about my pack being off limits as punching bags. Especially Kevin.

Taking out my phone, I text Terry asking for Paul's digits. I receive a reply within seconds. Quickly typing in a message to Paul:

We need to talk.

Meet me in 10. Neutral grounds. Reniu Falls.

-K

Taking a deep breath, I press send. Making my way to the exit when my phone pings.

K who? ;)

-P

I envision him smirking whilst typing this and I growl in annoyance. Can't he be serious for one bloody second?

I reply:

K fucking Stewart. Need to do some research for Twilight -_-

Just meet me at fucking Reniu Falls asshole!

Before I can put away my phone it pings again:

Well Kristen Stewart I'd be happy to let you research me anytime. ;)

Jeez. You're such a tool. Not bothering to reply, I tuck my phone back into my snuggly fitted shorts, and speed off on my Harley.

Reniu Falls is a quiet and isolated waterfall, beauty unspoiled. The thick forest trees conceal the waterfalls location from humans and rogues.

I sit at the edge, dip my now bare feet into the cool water, and lean back on my hands. Closing my eyes, relaxing for the first time in a long time, I relish the momentary peace.

"You're late." Keeping my eyes shut.

"By 2 minutes! Besides you're not Kristen Stewart" he mumbled as he sat beside me.

I sigh and sit up, facing him. Let's just get this over with. "My pack. They're off limits."

"That's what you brought me here for? To talk about your pack?" He runs his hand through his hair in frustration. "Okay. I'll bite. What's your pack off limits to?"

"Amongst other things" I nod briefly. "They're off limits to being your warriors' punching bags. I know you know about the beatings and I want them to stop." I determinedly meet his eyes.

"I'll talk to the boys about it."

"No, Paul! You tell them to stop or I'll take matters into my own hands, and I will not be responsible for my actions." I lean in closer to make my point but instantly regret it, as I have to resist the desperate urge to kiss him.

"Okay." His eyes darken as he zeroes in on my lips, occasionally flicking his gaze up to meet my eyes.

"Great." I shift away. "Now about us. I think we should settle this matter swiftly, it's distracting me from my duties as alpha and we need to solve it."

"Settle this matter? Solve it? Dammit Krys this isn't an attack by rogues or a freaking maths problem!" He looks at me as if I'm an alien. "We're mates! And this can be easily solved. You submit to me and we'll combine packs. I'll look after you-"

"No!" I panic. "I was thinking along the lines of..youknownotseeingeachotheratall"

"I'm sorry I think I might have heard wrong. Did you just say for us to not see each other at all?" Crap he heard. Dammit Krys grow some balls.

"Yes. I think that would be for the best." My wolf adamantly disagreeing with me.

"Oh that's bull and you know it!" his voice raised in anger, he springs to his feet and I follow suit.

"What's your problem? Why can't you just let me take care of you? Just submit! It's so damn easy!"

"You submit then, huh." I shove at his chest. "If it's so damn easy to submit then you do it! I have a pack to oversee and, I don't know about you but I have no immediate plans of submitting to anyone."

"You're afraid," taking a step toward me.

I scoff "No, I'm not."

"So that's it? You're not even gonna give us a chance?" his voice breaking towards the end, searching my face intently.

"Like I said it would be the best for us both." I release a breath that I didn't realize I was holding.

"Is it? Is it, really? Since when do you get to make that decision for us? Are you really as cold-hearted as they all say?" He probed harshly.

I narrow my eyes at him and sneer. "Yea, I guess I am."

I march swiftly to my Harley, get on and ride off, and back to the pack house.

Once in the garage, I ease off my bike and head to the pack clinic for my "weekly check-up".

As I enter the pack doctor mummers that she's busy without glancing behind her. She hovers over a boy's face, focused on an injury of some sort. "Sports injury?" I asked, amused.

They both went rigid at the sound of my voice. Dr. Sweetz turned; I saw the guilt on her face. And that confused me. Why would she feel the need to feel guilty?

The boy shifted nervously behind her, giving me a good view of his face and everything went red. This wasn't a sport injury. I stiffly turned and made my way to the garage, the humor on my face gone.

"Krys!" Sabastian runs out the doctor's office but he's too late, as I mount my Harley and speed off.

It's as if there was a target engraved into my mind and there was nothing that could stand in my way now. And right now my mind was telling me one thing.

Kill Josh Tanner.