My Arrogant Mate Is An Alpha Jerk [Book 2 of Alpha Mate Trilogy]

Chapter Twenty-Three: Wood and Wolves Don't Mix

(Markus's Point of View)

I sat in the bar alone as expected. I resided myself in a booth near the back, watching the eager, new couple stumbling in from hours of bar hopping. They angered me so much that the tumbler in my hand smash from the compression forced onto it. The noise of the glass went unheard for the music droned out the sound. The thumping, low, hypnotic bass surged through my body and radiated off my skin. The humans around me grinded against each other; the women standing near me, provocatively dancing on each other trying to grab my attention. But I was somewhere else tonight, I was thinking about Ella and what she said to me almost a week ago.

She called a monster. That has never affected me the way it did that night. She looked scared and angry. What bother me was why? I mean why is she still so mad?! I thought we were over this idiotic mistake is made, but now, apparently not. She hasn't called nor had I, and I don't think we ever will.

The panting of a hot breath slid down my neck as a very eager human girl crawl next to me and snuggled to my side. I ignored her of course, with what degree did she understand, I didn't know, but it seemed she didnt care. She continued her journey with my body, her lips touching my skin and her short, stumpy human fingers touching my chest and trailing downwards.

" What are you doing?" I snarled swallowing down the remains of my tumbler.

" What do you think?" She slurred. " I don't think a man like you should be alone."

" I guess I am alone," I said gritting my teeth together. " but I know for a fact that I will not be spending it with a digusting, potent odor slut who rudely comes over to random men and tries to seduce them like the whore she is."

She stiffened. " Are you talking about me?"

" Yes." I said bluntly. " You're not as stupid as I thought. I thought that hair dye that you constantly bleach with must have sunk into your scalp and caused some brain damage, but I think your alright, for now."

" I just wanted an easy fuck, but it seems like you have issues. Don't be mad at me you asshole."

" Stop being a whore then," I replied. " and if you want an 'easy' fuck why don't you find a boyfriend or something? Find someone who wants to see your face the next morning, won't regret sleeping with you, and probably won't give you an STD? Is fucking more important than your feelings?"

She looked confused and then awe struck by realization. She grabbed her drink and move away from me to a group of dancing girls. I sighed and looked down at my drink, unable to feel any type of pain whatsoever. I don't care. I don't need her. I can find someone else. Yeah, that's it. Someone else, something she apparently wants me to do so badly. I looked around and tried to find someone single and interesting. To bad it's already 3am, all the good looking girls are gone and everyone else is smashed to hell.

I decided I should go and find a hotel room or something, going home wasn't an opinion, plus no one was going to relieve the pain in my pants besides me.

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I threw down my key and removed my jacket, then sat on the bed. Porn wasn't going to work, and when I do manage to get up, I stay hard for hours because I can't get off if Ella isn't really here. So why put myself through that kind of never ending need for 5 hours? I'm not. Sighing, I leaned back against the bed and closed my eyes, wondering, wandering about Ella and what's she's doing.

She's probably sleeping. That's obvious, but dress in a tight tank top with short shorts that barely cover her. The sheets pulled down just enough to expose her tight behind and her shirt hitched up to underneath her breasts to show he soft, creamy torso and hips. My mouth water at the thought of me removing those clothes and claiming her so hard that she'd screamed incoherent words, but she wouldn't be injured like Carla. She would be able to take it, to dish out the same amount of rough back to me as she rode on top of me. She was my Vixen. My perfect Vixen who wouldn't stop reminding me how much of a fuck up I am!