I Rejected The Alpha

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER TWELEVE

I stopped once I saw three wolves in sight. My eyes widen and my feet couldn’t move. My heart started pounding I could feel it up my throat. My breathing stopped and my whole posture was stiff and shaking.

I eyed a bush and quickly ducked under it keeping an eye on the wolves until they left. They were huge and frightening. I couldn’t help but compare the three wolves to the three musketeers back home.

One had golden hair, like John. One had brown hair, like Daniel. Then the biggest one with the most jet black hair looked like Blake.

I gulped and tried to keep my breathing steady and my movements silent.

The bigger one of the three that reminded me of Blake began pacing looking like he was having an inner battle. Then he shook his head and stopped walking.

The black wolf was captivating. Despite my situation I found myself drawn to the big black wolf. I stood from my crouched position and tilted my head slightly.

Then the craziest thing happened to me.

The wolf turned into a man.

If that wasn’t crazier enough, it turned into Blake.

My eyed popped out of my skull and my heart went wild. Questions filled in my head and I became so confused and shocked I wanted to scream. I could barely breathe as I watched the wolves turn into the men I compared them too. John and Daniel were soon standing right in front of Blake.

I quickly covered my mouth making a slight slapping sound as I quickly turned around and hid under the safety of the bush.

Werewolves?

What kind of fairytale just so happened to take over my life?

This can’t be happening. Werewolves are fake! A myth!

My brain was piling up with doubts and confusion, but one question lingered: why didn’t they tell me?

My chest was constricting but I didn’t doubt what I just saw any longer. My heart hammering in my chest reminded me that I needed to get the hell out of here.

“I just don’t understand,” Blake said stopping my train of thought, “Elissa’s my mate, shouldn’t she feel anything for me?”

Blake looked so torn that if I didn’t know that he was a fucking wolf I would go up to him and comfort him.

Wait what?

A mate?

From my previous knowledge, a wolf mates for life. I’m not stupid enough to know what the fuck a mate is to a wolf. But how does he know I’m his mate?