As I woke once more, I realized I was alone. I should have realized he'd leave me. One of two things is practically destined to happen with an alpha mate, either he will reject his mate, or he will attempt to mate with her as soon as possible. For some reason I could let go of the hope he would try to mate with me, at least pretend I'm attractive.
What am I doing? I don't need his approval. I just... desperately crave it.
Soon I heard soft footsteps in the hall. Alarmingly, I noticed I was crying. It was too late. He entered the room happily, until he noticed my tears. He quickly jumped into bed and began to wipe at my tears.
"My darling, what is wrong?"
"Don't you want to mate with me?" He seemed alarmed but tried to convince me he did, indeed want to mate with me.
"My beautiful, if I could take you now, I would. But first we should at least feed you. Get changed, then come downstairs for breakfast."
And as quickly as he has entered, he left. I tried to fill my mind with worthless pastimes, but somehow I always ended up thinking about what he could do to me, and hopefully would do to me very shortly, if I played my cards right. As soon as I was dressed I walked downstairs to find my mate had prepared breakfast. The kitchen sink looked to be a disaster, but to be fair, my handsome mate was midway through cleaning them. He put down the dishes to join me for breakfast.
We ate quickly, and when we were finished, Parker finished washing the dishes. Then he walked around the edge of the table and gracefully lifted me, as I weighed nothing. He carried me up the stairs to our bedroom.
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The Alpha King is My Mate?!
WerewolfHarper is a rouge who ran away from her pack because of something her father did. Parker is the Alpha King, feared by all. What happens when their worlds collide? Disclaimer: This is my first story please don't judge.
