Seduced by an Italian Alpha

Chapter 2: The party

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Danielle P.O.V. 

Running upstairs with tears in my eyes, I slammed the door for my bedroom in my brothers' faces. Flinging myself on the bed, I ignored the pounding on my door, as my brothers tried to get me to let them in. 

"Come on Ellie!" Damien pleaded, "Open the door!" this time, the doorknob was twisted as he tried to get in. 

"We only did what we thought best!" Blake said, as they finally started giving up on my door. 

"Just go away!" I yelled through the door, waiting as their footsteps left the upstairs, and headed to the dining room. Once they were finally out of hearing distance, I grabbed my phone and called my best friend. After a only a couple rings, Taylor answered. 

"Let me guess, your dad's making you go to the stupid party too?" she asked sarcastically. One of the reasons Taylor and I were best friends was that we both didn't want mates. She didn't want one, because she thought it was sexist, and she thought that the female wolves should choose their mate, and not let some random guy walk up to you and, "go all possessive on your ass." (Her words, not mine.) 

I didn't want a mate, for a couple reasons. The first being that since I was a runt, I would either be rejected immediately or my mate would be more possessive and dominant than he would if I was a regular wolf. Another reason was that I loved my freedom. Since I was the runt, and the Beta's daughter, I wasn't given any duties, so I could pretty much do whatever I wanted. With a mate, he's want to know where I was at all times, not to mention he probably wouldn't even let me out of his sight, (again with the runt thing.) the last reason was that if he died, I wouldn't want to turn into someone like my dad, who's mate died, and left him broken on the inside. 

"Yeah, I think my brothers talked him into the actually forcing me to go, but he probably would have wanted me to go anyways." I said into the phone, "what about you, why are your parent's making you go?" at my question, my best friend sighed dramatically. 

"My mom started crying when I told my dad I didn't want to go, and she was sobbing about me turning into an old maid, and not giving her any grandchildren." 

"But your brother and sister both found and mated their mates, and she already has grandchildren?" I interrupted, 

"That's what I said!" she yelled into the phone, "but that made her cry harder, which made my dad say I had to go." 

We talked for awhile, before we had to hang up, due to the fact we had to get ready. Looking through my dresses, I realized I didn't have a formal dress, so I called Taylor again, and asked her if I could bother a dress, to which she laughed and said of course. When she arrived with all her stuff, my brothers had to carry them to my room, 

"Did you bring your whole closet?" I asked, laughing at her, "I think an entire suitcase filled with makeup is a little too much." 

She grinned at this, "if I'm going to have to suffer at a dance, I might as well have fun dressing up, as well as dressing you up!" we giggled like little school girls, before going through her dresses to find one for me.  

"I think this is the only one that will fit you." Taylor said, holding up a dress that I would never be caught seen in.  

"Don't you have anything more, I don't know, MODEST?" I asked, looking at the silk, blood red gown that would put Marilyn Monroe to shame. 

"It'll look good on you, you're tan and red is so your color." she supplied, "besides, what if you do find your mate? Don't you think it would be great to see the look on his face?" she persisted, "and, wouldn't it be great to see the look on the faces of all the guys that made fun of you?" 

"Fine." 

Antonio P.O.V. 

"Maybe I should just give up." I whispered to Angelo, we were taking a break from the dance in the kitchen. My best friend looked at me like I was crazy, a look he usually saved for my mother. "I mean, I've already met two hundred and thirty nine girls, there's only two left that I've yet to meet!" Angelo shook his head. 

"Sure, the two hundred and thirty nine girls we've met from this pack so far haven't been our mates, but why lose hope? Maybe the last two girls aren't our mates, but maybe they are!" I nodded my head, listening to his pep talk. 

"Okay, fine, let's go find the two girls that seem to be hiding from us, and see if they are our mates, but as soon as we realize they aren't I want a jet to Italy straight away! And if one more of these American sluts ask me to speak to them in Italian, I'm not only going to swear at them in Italian, but in English as well!"Walking up the steps towards the ballroom, we weren't expecting a blur to run past us. The girl would've kept running if Angelo hadn't stopped her.  

"Uhm, excuse me? Let me go!" she yelled at him, only for him to stare at her in adoration, "I need to go find Danielle!" tugging her arm away from him, she ran up the stairs and out into the ballroom. 

"Antonio! That was my mate!" Angelo stated in shock, looking up the stairs to where she disappeared, 

"Well then we need to go find her!" I replied. 

Danielle P.O.V. 

"Danielle!" Taylor yelled, running up to me, and dragging me towards the back of the ballroom. She kept frantically looking over her shoulder, as if expecting someone to grab her. "I found my mate! He's the damn Beta!"  

"Where is he?" I asked quickly, remembering our plan, if one of us found our mates, we were going to leave to visit my grandma in Canada.  

"He's right over there! With the Alpha!" 

Looking over to where she was pointing, I locked eyes with the Beta, before turning to look at the Alpha. I watched as he took in a deep breath, probably finding the scent of his mate. His eyes searched the crowd, and finally landed on me.  

"Miniera." (mine) He breathed, before he started to walk towards me. I was the Alpha's mate? No! now my mate would not only be insanely protective of me due to being the runt, but he would be extra territorial and dominant because he was an Alpha! Shaking away the shock, 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, dodging my way through the courtyard gardens, running towards the gardener's tool shed, and slipping behind it, and into the shadows. Crying out in shock when I was pushed again the wall I was hiding next to. I knew who it was immediately from the sparks shooting up my arms. 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 Italian 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.

AUTHOR"S NOTE

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*i did not translate the Italian that Antonio spoke to her, because she didn't understand it, so there wasn't a need for you to understand. I only put translations in when i know they are necesary.

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