Her Italian Alpha

Liquified Silver

Delivering mails with my trusty bicycle has always been a nightly routine and today is no exception. Contrary to the stigma that this is a boring job, I actually feel at ease seeing I've done a small favor for the community. Plus, I actually like it. Well, I would've liked working as a barista better but no. This is the only job I am allowed to be in since it doesn't require much talking with people. I've tried everything from being a barista to assisting in the pack hospital but I'd always receive malicious threats from people. It hurts seeing people get defensive that I'd spike their drink or worsen their condition. I still am thankful for getting this opportunity though and I feel grateful to the moon Goddess.

I usually deliver mails at night so I could avoid people. After a while of trying to get them like you, you only get to feel even more rejected and eventually, tired. The weird thing about this pack is that after 9 pm, you rarely see people loitering the streets. It works in my favor though, so I'm not questioning it. If I delivered mails during the daytime, people would most likely smother me with curses and throw rocks at me.

Humming the tune my mom would always remember to sing to me despite her memory loss, I sigh contentedly at the chilly night the full moon brings. I should go for a quick run after this. Luckily, I'm inserting the last mail in Mr. Jensen's mailbox. Someone from ladyxoxo, I read. Okay, slightly intriguing but I know I can't pry in people's businesses. Me out of all people should know that with all the hate I've received.

I park my bicycle beside a really large pine tree and proceed to strip out of my clothes, ignoring the slight rustle of leaves I hear not too far away. I quickly shift into my wolf, Isabelle, hearing her delight at the prospect of getting to exercise her limbs. My wolf is really active and being kept inside for a long period of time bothers her. I start my light padding, dodging prop roots and low branches like an adept. The foliage of the trees is just enough to make me look like I'm blending to the shadows of the night. I come to a halt as I hear the same sound but a lot closer.

My curiosity will probably make me regret this later, I think as I follow the source of the sound cautiously. I smelt him before I saw him. 'Mate' Isabelle and I mutter synchronously. There stood my mate, enveloped in another girl's lust. Both of them panting and kissing one another. A tug is pulled at my heart strings. I can't take this anymore. I take a step back to retreat but not before meeting the blue eyes of my mate.

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~Knock! Knock! Knock!~

My Goddess who is banging my door at this ungodly hour. I check the time. 1:38 am. Pulling on a robe to cover my body in a nightgown, I look at the peephole to see the person at my door. Blue eyes. My mate. Despite Isabelle's original hurt as a reaction to the situation she saw her mate in, she can't help but feel a sliver of hope that he realized who we are to him. Sensing I should open the door, I did.

My mate is exactly what I hoped he would be. I let my eyes wander taking in his slightly muscular physique and angular features as he does the same. I look at his eyes to see a slight glimmer of adoration but all too quickly it disappeared, replaced by a look of indifference as if he has seen better. He probably has, I mutter insecurely.

"I will make this curt. I know who you are, Lennox." The way he says my name sends a flutter to my stomach. Immediately I feel sparks as if I'll sporadically combust. "I will not accept you." What?

"What are you talking about?" I say my heart clenching as if someone just took away my lifeline. Dread fill my body. "Do you know we're mates."