The Alpha's Rogue Prisoner

Prologue

I felt his arms wrap around my waist. And I just stood there, not wanting to move. I can feel his bare chest move up and down at my back as he breathes in my neck. His hand moved to my stomach, then up the mound of my breasts. Again, I did not dare move.

"You smell like heaven, Blair. You're driving me insane." Kyle whispered in my ear.

Kyle is the alpha's only son. My father is the alpha's beta. Two weeks ago, I was arranged to be his mate, no, I thought to myself. He is not my mate, I could be his wife but never his mate.

"I know you don't want me, Blair. B-but could you at least pretend to? We have to do this... for the pack." Kyle said. He seemed upset. He lets go of me and sits at the side of the bed. I stirred and faced him. He's staring blankly at the floor.

I know I was being unfair to him. He didn't wish for this either, but he's doing his best to make this arrangement work, well at least he's trying to. While I on the other hand, have been unresponsive, almost cold to him after my father had spoken to me about the arrangement.

My father, Brandon, explained to me how important that Kyle and I mated. He is the son of the alpha while I am the daughter of the beta, we both possess exceptional power in us, our pups would surely be the strongest this pack could ever have. And that would ensure our pack's future.

In three days, Kyle will be the alpha. It is urgent that we mated by then. He has to mark me, so he could present me as his Luna to the pack.

Kyle has been my best friend all my life. We grew up together. Did things together. He is almost a brother to me. I love him as that, but nothing more. I felt sorry for him for all this, I wanted to be fair with him and pretend like everything's okay, and we could actually make this work, but no, I can't. I just can't fool myself.

"I-I'm so sorry, Kyle... but I just can't do this. I-It just doesn't feel right. You are not my mate and I-" I tried to steady my breathing. I wanted to explain to Kyle, I have a lot of things going on in my head right now, but I just couldn't find the right words. Kyle turned to look at me. I can see hurt in his eyes.

I tried to reach him, but he stood up quickly and put on his shirt. I lowered my gaze. He passed by me, then I heard the door shut.

I still stood there in his room- his room, not ours as he had always insisted.

I know I'm doing both of us a favor by standing firm to what I believe in. Kyle has a mate somewhere, and I know have mine too. I can't imagine myself being face to face with my mate someday, but couldn't really be with him just because I was already tied to someone else.

That's when I made a decision...