Seduced by an Italian Alpha

I watched as his eyes searched the crowd, and finally landed on me. "miniera." He breathed, before he started to walk towards me. Shaking away the shock, I started to back up. He gave me a warning look, as if daring me to run from him. I turned around and ran. Looking back, I watched as my mate looked surprised. Hah. Weren't expecting that, were you Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome? I ran out to the courtyard, sliping past the pack gaurds, making a quick right turn, and hiding behind a wall. Crying out in shock when I was pushed against the wall I was hiding next to. He put his face in the crook of my neck, and breathed in deeply.
"Perché sei scappato, angelo?" he asked me, before realizing i didn't speak Italian, "why did you run?" he asked, while i was trying to form a sentence, he ran his lips along my neck, "perfetto, assolutamente perfetto in ogni modo. vi sarà l'amore della mia vita, il mio angelo, la mia perfezione." He whispered.
Why did my mate have to be so sexy? Why did fate hate me? I stopped the mini rant in my head when my Italian Alpha captured my mouth in a passionate kiss. Damn, i love the Italian.