Rejecting Dawn

Chapter 13

Xerxus ✴

I leaned back against the leather chair. I was currently in the White Knight Pack discussing some problems with rougues and rodens. It seems like they have been moving closer to both the packs territories and we needed to take action against it instantly!

Alpha Maver was keeping me waiting and I was at the tip of my toes. It was as if  I had nothing better to do. I had the biggest pack with seven hundred and thirty two members in it for goddess sake!

The brightly lit yellow walls of the office seemed too bright for my liking. I felt peace in the dark. Maybe that is why I am rumored to be having a dark soul and known as the most Ruthless Alpha. My title came mostly because I like to slaughter the rougues that crosses my territory in a  slow painful death.

Rougues reminded me of my second chance mate. Who would have thought I get to deal with another bitchy slut of a mate?

Do not call her that! My wolf Blaze snarls at me. Her name is Dawn. And her wolf is Fury. Blaze said in his love sick puppy voice which disgusted me.

If it disgusted you that much, then why did you cry at the hospital? Aren't you supposed to be the 'Ruthless' Alpha? Blaze said in a mocking tone. I growled at him. 'You should have known it was the stupid mate bond. That's the biggest problems us wolfs have to face. I don't agree to the fact that I just get paired with a woman and have to deal with her for the rest of my life. Besides if she dies, I will have to deal with it so I cried for my benefit.' I replied back to him monotonously.

So what? You'd rather fuck that slut in your pack? Coranine?.. Caroline? ..Cormia? ..What was her name again?

Her name is ... Corleah?.. Corllaine..I don't know. What has got to do with names? She can fulfill my needs and that's what I care about. I replied gruffly.

Our mate is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. You and I both know she can satisfy us better, fulfill our needs and love us unconditionally like we do her. She is made just for us. She is perfect. Just her huge looking dough like emerald green eyes bring me to my paws. Her luscious reddish pink lips makes me want to devour her. I want her skinny petite figure pressed against me. I want to get drunk on her citrusy honey smell. I want to taste her  sweet juices and to see her writhe under me as I release my load an her. I want her spine to arch in pleaure. I want to watch her stomach swell with our pup. I want to worship her and make her happy to thank her for being born but most of all, I want to be the best for her. I want to be everything she deserves. I want to protect her forever and mark her as mine. My wolf growled in my head. And the mental images he was sending me were driving me crazy.

We were on my bed and I had her pinned and was on top of her. Her bright green eyes stare at me. It reminds me of the forest and the first thing that pops into my head is freedom. This woman was my freedom. I look at her adoringly. Love practically oozing from me.

But this isn't me. I will never make the same mistake again. I will never love her. She was just my mate by name. The moongoddess must really love playing games.

Here I was free from one mate and she drops another on my territory lines. The last thing I needed was a second Chance mate. I had Eugene check the werewolf records and it seemed like second chance mates are given when the moongoddess finds two people who had changes in their original personality due to circumstances and when she finds both souls compatible. And it was extremely rare.

I wondered why she was rejected. She must have really been a slut at her old pack and her mate must have rejected her in shame. It was beyond me how I get sad excuses of  mates.