Seduced by an Italian Alpha

Chapter 3: Scones

HEY GUYS! How are you? Well, since I'm getting such a response, i decided to update early, Please tell me what you think and read the Author's Note!

The Dedication this week goes to one of my super fans:) who apparently is on vacation, but still is reading my book! Love you, and thanks for the support!

Sunny

Antonio's P.O.V.

We ran up the stairs and into the ballroom, stopping in the middle of it. Looking around, I was trying to find Angelo's mate, when the most intoxicating smell I had ever inhaled appeared. Trying to find the source of the scent, my wolf started to growl inside my head. Angelo nudged me, and pointed out his mate. Looking over to his mate, the girl she was frantically whispering to met my eyes. Mate. My wolf roared.

"Miniera." I whispered. My mate was beautiful, incredibly small and petite compared to her friend, she would be a stark contrast to my well over six foot height. The dress she was wearing caused my wolf to whimper with need, it was blood red, with a deep v-neck that plunged down, accented by gems and a long slit that was showing me the tops of her thighs, shit. She was perfect. My mate looked at me in shock, and once I started to walk towards the beauty, she ran in the opposite direction.

She looked back at me, slightly smirking at my face, which held my shock, before she continued outside. I started to run after her, when the shock started to wear off, my Alpha speed helped me to keep her in sight, but for some reason she was incredibly fast. We ran into a courtyard, and she started to dodge her way through the gardens, slipping past trees, and jumping flower beds. My hand reached out to grab her, but I tripped over a fountain. I caught my balance before falling, but when I started to run after her again, there was at least twenty feet in between us.

She ran to a building, which looked like a shed, clearly belonging to a gardener, most likely a tool shed or supply storage. I watched as she slipped into the shadows, and stood next to the side of the shed. She was trying to catch her breath, and once she finally did, she looked past the wall, clearly not knowing that I was behind her, and trying to figure out if I was looking for her. She cried out in shock when I pushed her against the wall, placing my arms on either side of her to cage her in. Putting my face in the crook of her neck, I breathed in her scent deeply, trying to calm down my wolf, who was enraged that his mate had run from us. He was growling at me, demanding that we marked her, not only with the mark, but also the territorial mark.

The territorial mark is a mark that forces the mate to obey their mate's every whim. Only being used by Alphas, it was a mark that was created in the medieval age, used to help Alphas keep their mates in towers and to not run away. Rogues with alpha blood can use the territorial mark on humans to create slaves that they use to fill their sexual needs.

Once my wolf was calmed by the wonderful scent, I looked up at her, meeting her beautiful eyes, confused by the fear they showed.

"Perché sei scappato, angelo?" I asked, before realizing that my mate didn't speak Italian, we were in America, she might speak Spanish or French, but that was about it, "Why did you run?" i asked again, this time in English, knowing she would understand me. She looked up at me, and opened her mouth, before closing it, clearly trying to form a sentence, while she thought, i ran my lips along her neck, placing butterfly kisses up to her jaw.

"Perfetto, assolutamente perfetto in ogni modo. vi sarà l'amore della mia vita, il mio angelo, la mia perfezione." (perfect, absolutely perfect in every way is the love of my life, my Angel, my perfection)

I moaned into her skin, not being able to help myself, intoxicated by her scent. She looked up at me, with those puppy dog eyes, and i couldn't help myself again, i pressed my lips against hers, silencing her protests in a passionate kiss.