ALPHA BRANDON { On Hold }

Δ Bitchslap 0.5.

Keith's POV.

I observed quietly, watching his every move. He sat among the high ranked wolves. His body shaking occasionally with laughter as he chatted with the female sitting beside him.

Fighting really hard to control my beast.  My once large appetite was out the window, long gone and forgotten. I just continued to pass my food around my plate, making noise with the porcelain plate and my spoon.

Anytime our eyes cross, he would smile and act like the tension between us is non existent.

Anger.

Frustration.

Hopeless.

All combined together.

I took in a deep breath.  I never wanted a mate in the first place because I didn't want to end up like my parents. My wanted to be able to make my decisions and not held back by morals and responsibilities.

That was exactly what by mother wanted but she ended up giving in to it with hope that she could cope, the moment she realised she couldn't, she abandoned her morals and took off with her mate.

Finally the Alpha and Dorothy entered into the dining hall hand in hand with smiles on their faces.

My heart sinks further.

They look so happy together, seemed to be meant for each other.

Like mates are.

Mate

Mate.

Fuc**ng mate bond.

Dora took her sit and we all waited for Brandon to do likewise but instead he turned around to were the food was served and dished two plates for himself and his mate.

I glanced at Logan's table again.  Now he was whispering into the lady's ear and she giggled a little too loudly which made me cringe.

Deciding I couldn't take any more of their shenanigans, I stood abruptly from the bench but still careful not to draw any attention to myself.

But when has things ever gone my way?

The Alpha and Luna both looked in my direction. Which the Alpha couldn't care less, Dorothy looked at me pleadingly.

Which brought me back to what happened yesterday. I admit at first I was hurt by the way she reacted but thinking about it again, it's totally hard to believe that someone like Logan would be mated to someone like me... A rogue with mummy and daddy issues, unbelievable.

I hurried out of the dinning hall with my gaze fixated on the ground.  By the time I finally stepped out of the pack house, I released the breath I didn't even know I was holding. I slowed down my pace,  letting the peaceful environment distract me from my Self-loathing.

"hey,  wait up"

He followed me out.

But why?

"keith I said stop dammit"

His tone a bit hasher and commanding.  I felt someone tugging at my hand. faster than I could comprehend, I detached my fingers from his.

The little zap of electricity from our skin contact taking it's toll and giving me a whiplash.

I glared at him,  folding my hand over my chest to act as confident as I could. "how can I help you? " I asked.

Stupid. Stupid.  Stupid.

He smiled at me like he was so happy to see me.  Like he didn't just yell at me seconds ago.

"I see you've been doing good" he told me, holding my gaze with equal confidence.

"I see you are blind. " his scent muffled with another's keeps setting my wolf on the edge and it's taking everything in me not to track it down and let her know he's mine.  "why did you stop me.  Don't you have someone waiting for you at the table? "

"yeah I do. I wanted to talk about us. I am willing to accept the bond if you are"

My heart swelled at his words but deflates when I realized something else,  " what about that girl, what's going to happen with her"

" the issue with her is complicated but we could secretly be together with no one finding out?"

Just that statement  and I found myself raising my hand and making a hard contact with his face

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